It started four days ago. I’m not sure exactly what I did, but I woke up Sunday morning with a pain in my neck. It wasn’t too bad at first, just a small pain that I could power through. It eventually went away, and I had a fantastic practice session at California Billiards. Then Monday hit, and the pain was back… with a vengeance. No practice for me that day! On Tuesday morning it was worse – my neck was so stiff I couldn’t turn my head at all. I knew there was no way I would be able to play that day, so I called ahead and took the night off from my Tuesday night APA team. By Wednesday afternoon things weren’t much better, so I didn’t play for my own APA team. This really sucks! No pool for four days?
Tonight, I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to go to California Billiards. I grabbed my pool cue case and my laptop bag and headed out. I had some work to do (it’s performance review time kiddos!), so I figured I’d connect to work from the pool hall (free internet access!) and once my neck loosened up I’d shoot a few games. Well, I got lots of work done, but my stinkin neck wouldn’t let me get to the table. Aarrrggghhh!
I gave up hope, grabbed my goodies, threw them in the truck, and headed toward home. I struggled to vanquish an onslaught of negative thoughts…players practicing and laughing at me because I could no longer keep up with them… me losing my touch and regressing back to where I was six months ago… visiting my doctor and discovering that I have a rare case of neck-stiffyitis which is incurable, and I’ll never be able to play again…and on and on and on. I glance at my clock…9:38pm. Suddenly, I see a red flash of light out of the corner of my eye…….
WHOAH! I SLAM ON THE BREAKS!
THE HOT DOUGHNUT SIGN IS ON!
I whip my truck around and stand on the gas pedal. The engine screams and claws for oxygen as I careen through the median. OH HELL YES, THERE’S HOPE! Within 45 seconds I pull up to the front of Krispy Kreme, engine still gasping for air. I leap from the driver’s seat with my iPhone in hand… and I’ve got the whole place to myself!!
I notice that the hot doughnut sign is now turned off, so I quickly head inside to secure the goods. What I find is nothing short of a miracle…thousands of super-hot melt in your mouth doughnut holes are cascading from the doughnut machinery. WHAAAHOOOOO! Twenty-four hot doughnut holes later, I’m starting to feel pretty good again. There’s not much a hot doughnut can’t fix! Maybe I’ll get back to the table tomorrow…oh yeah, I’m sure of it!