Last Saturday, I cheated on the 30-for-30. I had my reasons, mind you. Because I had to wear a uniform of sorts, unofficial though it may have been. See, last Saturday was the ACUI regional 9-Ball tournament, my fourth and last — at least until I return to graduate school.
My first year at regionals, a tournament I was entered into about 2.5 weeks after I began playing “seriously” was an interesting experience. I took third in a round robin of four people, successfully beating somebody’s girlfriend and being trounced by a former-pro in a tracksuit and the other girl from my school. It was a sobering, but motivating experience. And I was hooked.
The next year, I guaranteed my attendance at nationals by winning an independent qualifier. For shits and giggles, I went to regionals, which I won…by default. The only woman in attendance, I entered the newly created “open” tournament and took seventh, much to many’s chagrin. And the year after that, I took first in a field of five women.
The point I’m getting at here, is that I’ve won this tournament a lot, and I wanted to do it again. I needed this hat trick. And so, last Saturday, I put on my pool-playing uniform and headed off to a four-person round robin tournament.
The book-ending poetry was not lost on me, as I faced a format of play that I don’t particularly care for. And I could bore you all with tales of my eventual uphill battle. The point is: I did it.And here’s the required shot of me with my medal in hand.