5/5 Joe M. 2 years ago on Google
I
came
here
with
my
friend
Liv
on
my
birthday.
Long
story
short,
I’ve
been
playing
pool
recreationally
for
six
years
now.
Needless
to
say,
I’ve
played
hundreds
of
games
across
the
country
and
have
slowly
developed
my
billiards
capabilities
naturally
over
time.
When
I
found
out
that
Bushwick
Public
House
had
a
pool
table
I
was
incredibly
thrilled.
Long
story
short,
they
have
a
smaller
table
and
a
wide
variety
of
pool
cues
to
choose
from.
My
friend
Liv
was
visiting
from
Philly
and,
long
story
short,
we
were
in
for
the
game
of
a
lifetime.
I
ordered
a
small
black
coffee
and
she
ordered
an
oat
milk
latte.
We
sipped
our
drinks
slowly
as
we
played.
Long
story
short,
I
started
out
in
the
lead,
knocking
in
two
solids
to
open
up
the
game.
Unfortunately,
my
turn
ended
when
I
accidentally
pocketed
one
of
her
balls.
She
then
proceeded
to
deliver
a
series
of
devastating
blows
and
shot
5
of
the
stripes
in,
leaving
only
one
of
her
balls
left.
The
custodian
mopping
nearby
was
highly
impressed
by
her
precision
and
laser-like
accuracy
and
a
crowd
began
to
form
around
the
table
to
cheer
her
on.
My
next
moves
were
critical
and
I
played
as
defensively
as
possible,
ensuring
that
she
was
unable
to
knock
her
last
ball
in.
Over
the
next
few
turns,
I
was
able
to
equalize
and
we
were
neck
and
neck
with
only
the
8
ball
left.
However,
long
story
short,
Liv
was
on
fire
that
day
and
I
knew
that
if
I
gave
her
any
opportunity
to
win
the
game
she
would.
The
8
ball
was
in
the
middle
of
the
table
and
I
called
for
a
bounce
shot
to
ensure
that
I
wouldn’t
scratch
and
lose
the
game.
I
missed.
Liv
was
up
now
and
the
crowd
began
to
chant
her
name.
She
walked
up
to
the
table,
looked
me
dead
in
the
eyes,
and
said
“Joe,
it’s
time
to
go
home.”
She
leaned
down
on
the
table
with
calm,
unwavering
focus
as
if
nothing
was
going
on
around
her.
Just
her
and
the
pool
table.
Seconds
felt
like
light
years.
Then…
it
happened:
what
we
now
call
“The
Pool
Shot
That
Could
Be
Heard
Around
The
World.”
I’ve
never
seen
a
cue
ball
roll
smoother
on
green
felt
before;
the
ball
looked
like
a
spry
arctic
wolf
prowling
on
professionally
mowed,
stadium
regulation
grass.
I
felt
the
force
of
the
balls
colliding
as
I
stood
just
feet
away
—
the
momentum
of
one
ball
hitting
the
next,
the
beauty
of
kinetic
energy
—
forms
of
mass
reaching
for
each
other
like
magnets
as
the
nature
of
gravity
brings
them
together
for
a
single
moment
only
to
then
push
them
farther
apart.
My
brain
exploded
and
I
soiled
my
pants.
I
felt
a
tear
falling
down
my
cheek
as
I
came
to
the
realization
that
I
was
milliseconds
away
from
losing
the
game.
The
8
ball
vanished
into
the
pocket
never
to
come
back
again.
I
was
defeated.
Long
story
short,
we
had
a
great
time
at
Bushwick
Public
House.
The
coffee
was
great,
the
service
was
quick
and
friendly,
and,
long
story
short,
both
Liv
and
I
left
with
unforgettable
memories
that
we
will
cherish
for
many
lifetimes
to
come.
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