Up At Crack Of Noon

Last night, my friend and I went out to play pool. It had been a while since she and I went out to play pool because her work schedule is extremely hectic now. We didn't get a table until around ten or ten-thirty, so as we waited we had a couple of drinks. We played 13 games. At first I was up by as many as four on her. But needless to say, she managed to catch up and the score was tie. But through it all, I FINALLY BEAT HER!!!!! Now it was my chance to rub it in, make all the jokes about defeating her, and telling everybody (even strangers) that I whipped her ass. But I didn't do that. The only thing that I was proud of was the fact that my game has improved tremendously. I love that game so much that I want to master it. Of course there are other aspects of the game that I am trying use to my advantage. Even she had to give me credit last night on my game performance. Last night wasn't about bragging on beating her in the ground like she stole money from me. It wasn't about humiliating her like she had never played the game before. It wasn't about stomping a mud hole in her ass. Well maybe it was just a little. But I had fun playing a game that I have a growing passion for.