First standout, sending Sarge and I to loss number two of the night, was this girl...late 20's or early 30's, married, not one you'd expect to own you at Beirut. But I'll be damned if she didn't hit 3 out of every 4 shots, consistently, all night. She and her husband ran the table all night, and were only once dislodged. We had to set up another table just so other people could play. I must say, the part I respect most was the casual, understated way in which she handled herself. Total sleeper, just you'd look over every half hour and they had won yet again.
Second, and most impressive standout, is my new personal hero, 8Mile. His name is 8Mile because he showed up wearing a Detroit Tigers' hat. There was really no resemblance to Eminem. Oh, and the fact that he nailed EIGHT CONSECUTIVE SHOTS against Sarge and I. If we were playing NBA Jam rules, we would've only had two turns on offense. And after missing the ninth, HE HIT THE LAST TWO. What can I say, we were demoralized, crushed, buried.
If there were a movie made about this, 8Mile would most definitely be portrayed by Rainier Wolfcastle, and I would be this unfortunate fellow.
We actually won a match against two talented ladies afterward, but then lost again and I had no choice but to break up the team and draft one of the talented ladies onto my side. We won another match and then lost again, sinking my personal record to 2-6, after a disappointing 1-5 showing by Sarge and I.
It's always nice to get up to the real NH, instead of messing around with all the no talent clowns down here in New Hampachusetts. And Bravo to you, 8Mile. That was impressive.
-LFODD
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