Anna and I decided to play a round of pool this afternoon.
Early in the game, the 8 ball rolled into a sub-optimal position.
Then things got worse.
For both players.
When I had no balls left to aim at
except the one over here in the Danger Zone,
I decided it was time to be bold
and try to knock the black ball away from the pocket.
My plan backfired catastrophically,
as I rather expected it would,
but taking a chance still felt better
than scratching and letting Anna tackle this tough situation,
or both of us scratching over and over
until one of us got sick of the stalemate.
I'd rather just face my fear and take a shot at it.
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