posted on Jun, 23 2007 @ 03:11 PM
Well I guess I can tell a story. My mom taught me how to play pool, my dad taught her. My dad was a real pool shark, tournaments and everything. He
was a real force to be reckoned with, bank shots, curving the cue ball around other balls that were in his way, etc. Back when I was about 9 years old
and visiting him (parents were divorced), I challenged my dad to a game of 8 ball pool (the only kind I play). My dad always kicked my but, but this
game was different. He was doing all his fancy shots but some how I managed to beat him. My dad was so shocked, embarrassed, yet proud all at the same
time. I'd have to say that was my peak, because due to other things, I stopped seeing my dad, and didn't play pool for a few years. I'm still okay
these days, have managed to shock my friends when they think they're really good.