I don't get a chance to do it often, but I love shooting pool. Last night, after a quick stop for dinner at TK Noodles, we hit South First Billiards, which has nice Monday night rates on tables. We played some cutthroat and eight ball, with no one really running the table. It was better that way.

1. the chaos of a solid break scattering everything across the felt.
2. the cue ball rolling back perfectly to set up the next shot.
3. barely brushing a ball hugging the cushion, causing it to roll and drop into a corner pocket.
4. the blue chalk.
5. racking the balls to break them again.