Rico Amore Presents

After ball in hand, it was all over but the cryin'.

Diagram One

Last night's match at home against Side Pocket showcased some amazing shot making. After winning my first three games, I found myself looking a run-out dead in the hole to go 4-0. A tremendous long-rail bank set up a nearly impossible short-rail bank on the two into the side. Had it gone, it would have set up an easy eight ball in the corner (see diagram 1). The effort was there, but the shot failed to reach its grand fortress of solitude. My formidable opponent soon expelled the surface of his designated spheres leaving me dejected and facing an ignominous defeat. With one stroke of luck, he missed his shape leaving nothing. It was, in fact, lucky for him to get a clean hit on his ball. Instead, he saved his luck for the leave and handed me some wicked piece of bullshit (see diagram 2) . I made a clean hit, but nothing after found a rail and I gave up ball-in-hand. I won game five to go 4-1 (.677). The End.

Here is my homeboy Mart. He barely missed the bunker! We played PJ yesterday and it was friggin cold! Sing the "Shit, Fuck, Brrr" song to the tune of "Three blind mice" and you'll have an idea of how cold it was. The high - if you can call it that - got to a whopping 32 degrees. At one point in the round I couldn't feel my chin. This photo is clearly from a different day. Anyway, we were almost attacked by a flock of geese and had to play our last hole in total darkness. It was still fun. What? Oh, I shot a 47 swinging in a heavy winter coat. The week before I shot an amazing 36 with only slightly better conditions. I love Colorado golf in November!