Eight ball side pocket.
I called it,
The Bear nodded,
Slight smirk,
Impossible shot.
But...
I knew the way the table rolled.
Enough English on the cue ball
To make the eight hug the rail
Until it hit the little soft spot
In front of the pocket, and,
Forward momentum dying,
Hesitated a moment and
Dropped in...
Stare of disbelief from
The Bear,
His Mosconi cue in hand.
Got to know the table.
True story.
Donovan Baldwin
Excellent
As a pool player of fleeting skill, I appreciate this story so much!