In a dull, stuffy, pool hall where we drank gallons of coffee that tasted like watered-down mud, ate cold pizza and chocolate bars, and played non-stop for twelve hours at a time. But there has been one improvement – it’s illegal to smoke inside now. It used to be unbearable, and trying to shoot pool through a haze of smoke was like driving through fog.
It was difficult to get photos, because pool players tend to get a little testy when flashes go off just when they’re trying to shoot. But what would be the point of taking pictures if nobody is at the tables?
The hall is kept relatively dark, too, with the brightest lights being just above the tables. If I had a fancy camera, I’m sure it wouldn’t be a problem, but this one … well, let’s just say it’s not exactly top of the line.
This is the best I could do under the circumstances.
In the end, we lost in the final. My ranking went up at the worst possible time, and I got slaughtered in every one of my matches. Needless to say, it should go back down today – a little too late. Oh well, there’s another playoff in May.