A Blog Post For Marc

Here's my buddy Marc:


Here's my buddy Marc after playing pool with me last night:


Ha! Sorry Marc.

I can only do this because Marc is SOO much better at pool than I am. When we play pool, either he wins, or I don't lose. One or the other. I think that I have legitimately won maybe 5 games in the entire ... 21 years(!) that we've known each other. I generally play from badly to just-above-mediocre, and Marc plays from just-above-mediocre to really damn good. When the planets align, and I'm at the top of my game, and he's at the bottom of his, we have some close games. Though last night, I only won one game because he scratched on the 8-ball, the other games I won because he didn't make shots that he normally does. Or should, anyway.

Plus he's really lucky.

Oh, okay, Marc, stop whining, I'll tell everyone that you ran the table for one of your wins last night.

Marc's so good that he ran the table for one of his wins last night.

(But I'm the one that broke for him)

Did I menttion that he's really lucky?