I am pretty much the worst pool player in the entire world. Seriously. I'll go to hit the white ball with the stick and completely miss it sometimes. Dean, however, is not half bad. We have a pool table at the LDS Institute right down the street from Palmer so Dean and I had a friendly game going last weekend.
Yeah, I lost. Both times.
Instead of playing, I'd rather pretend that the stick is a microphone and I'm a rock star.
I figured that Dean needed some real competition so I bowed out and let our friend Steve challenge Dean to a game.
Look at that concentration. 8 ball, corner pocket.
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