Forget the Argentina vs Mexico match, the match of the weekend was my 3-0 victory aqainst Alec at pool.
I won the first game only by default – he potted the white in the process of potting the black – but the other 2 were won entirely on my own steam, including one which involved potting the black with a nifty ricochet. Not since my China Jump triumph of 2004 have I had such sweet victories at pool because basically, I’ve rarely had any victories. I’ve only had very occasional games here and there with Alec and Jacob, and I always lose.
But on a Friday night about 3 weeks ago I decided, for no reason in particular, that I felt like some pool. Alec then proceeded to wipe the floor with me for the next hour, but instead of accepting this philosophically as usual, this time I vowed something had to change.
The next Saturday, in between World Cup matches, I managed to pwn David before Alec pwned us both.
And this weekend, this glorious weekend, I pwned Alec 3-0.
Things are going rather well. I hope to put in more practice, move onto snooker (which I fully realize will pwn me for ages before I’m even vaguely decent), eventually become a hustler for big bucks, buy myself out of my scholarship bond and start a new life as Johnny Depp’s masseuse.
IT COULD HAPPEN.