You could never beat me at 8-Ball pool. Honestly. What kind of a rival are you, standing there, chalking your cue stick, wallowing and suffering from your own failure. Not one clear line in site. The only time you COULD win is when I close my eyes and shoot blind hoping to miss, and yet I don’t, I can’t miss. You just sit there and watch me play. Do you even care about the game? Honestly, please tell me. Why are you at my pool table playing against someone of my caliber? This isn’t just a game anymore, it’s a lifestyle. You make me sick. I’m sick of you. You can't win. You won’t win. You act all high and mighty, but I see right through you. You're really just an amateur bar-hoping pool shark trying to get some quick cash out of me. Not today Buck-o. This is my Domain. I ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ love pool. You're so garbage; you never give me any competition at the table, so this is the end. From now on, I’m never playing pool with you. You make me so sad every time you scratch. I’m starting to think you like having your balls on the table. Damn freak, get off my table and don’t come back unless you got some game.
Oh yea, before I forget. Back left, corner pocket. Game. Now rack’em up so I can beat you again.