Pool and such

Konnor and myself wanted to hang out with some local university students in Belem, so we went to a pool hall to meet some poolers…or whatever they’re called. We went to the back room where two-thirds of the tables (both of them) were located. We found out that we had to rent the sticks and balls, so we went and got some, not knowing exactly how much we’d have to pay, and we went to work.

We discovered that the holes aren’t quite as big as those on American tables…and that makes a big difference. Konnor and I both had a couple of stubborn balls that absolutely would not go in no matter what we did….we each let out a couple of primal yells of frustration. We also learned that you can’t just nail the ball as hard as you can and still make a shot; we started “playing soft” and did a little better. After an oh-so-tragic 8-ball scratch on my part, we shared our frustrations with one of the locals, and he said he’d meet us and teach us how to play their style. We need it.


benJamin'