snooker tale

Yesterday I got to know I don’t have a conscious, even though I suspected this long time back.  I went to the snooker room last evening and it was totally empty.  I tried playing alone but got bored.  So I thought of summing up my conscious and playing with him.  I tried a lot, but my conscious just wouldn’t show up.  So finally I had to play with my brother, and thank goodness he was not busy elsewhere.  I would play one shot myself, and would play the next shot on behalf of my brother.  My brother started winning and I had to cheat to bring our scores at par.  Eventually, as the game reached the final stages, it got tough and the last winning shot was pocketed by my brother.  It was an excellent shot: a delicate cut to pocket the pink ball in the middle and potting the black in the corner one.

Anyways, it was a tough game and I shouldn’t be feeling so bad about it. My bro played very well and he deserved to win. Today however I look forward to playing with some real player and kicking some real ass!