“There is a little change in the Outsiders this week. Hell has frozen over. Earth may soon implode. That’s right, I suffered my first loss of the year in none other than pool. Why I even attempted to play this game on a Wednesday afternoon in the Student Union, rather than the typical time, Saturday night at Thursday’s Lounge, I have no idea.”
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There is a little change in the Outsiders this week.

Hell has frozen over.

Earth may soon implode.

That’s right, I suffered my first loss of the year in none other than pool.

Why I even attempted to play this game on a Wednesday afternoon in the Student Union, rather than the typical time, Saturday night at Thursday’s Lounge, I have no idea.

As awe-inspiring as my victories have been, this win could not have felt that great for Fleming.

Let’s be honest. No one actually won.

What we did was take turns hitting balls nowhere near the direction we had intended.

In fact, the real breakdown of the games went a little something like this.

Game 1. I win on Fleming’s eight-ball scratch.

Game 2. Fleming wins on my cue-ball scratch on the break.

Game 3. Fleming wins because I couldn’t even hit the ball straight enough to softly touch any part of the eight-ball that would have made it go in.

So there you have it, Fleming was able to suck just slightly less at pool than I did.

But fear not, reader, brighter days shall come when the Outsiders return to compete in real sports.

Sorry Mr. Poolhall Junkie, you’re not an athlete.

But I do commend your ability to hit a ball into a hole while chain-smoking.

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