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Once upon a time, in a state far, far away, I used to write if not daily, pretty darned often. That was before marriage, kids, and work, and when writing was part of my major. I graduated, married, moved, multiplied, and now rarely a written word. It’s been at least a dozen years, and I miss that bit of myself. So perhaps I can find that bit of me here.

Chick with Stick

Two years ago I started playing 9-ball on a team with a friend I used to work with, Doug Evans. They asked my husband Pete to play, but after he refused they asked me. (He was already out playing roller hockey one night a week and teaching a night class. Guilt may have had something to do with his answer.) The team plays Monday nights, maximum eight players on each team, and each player is rated with a skill level. A team puts up five players a night to play one match each, and the sum of all skill levels (for those that have played) cannot be more than 23. At the time (if memory serves) they had a 7, 6, 5, and three 4’s.

So they needed someone who sucked. Me.

Two years into it, I have crept up to a skill level 3, I have two team trophies and am invited to the MVP tournament this weekend (for my skill level – heaven help me if I had to play a 6+ player). Not bad for the sacrificial lamb….