That poor devil, my youngest, is stuck in Ann Arbor, Michigan. He's been eliminated from competition in the Billiard Congress of America Junior and Collegiate 9-Ball Championships on the University of Michigan campus. He is unhappy, and wants to head home early. Wouldn't you want to rush back to ninety-eight degree Dallas? How awful to have a very nice hotel room overlooking the Michigan campus all to yourself, and nothing to do but enjoy walking in the seventy degree weather, taking photos, napping, or reading? I am soooo jealous!
I'm especially envious because he could attend a very groovy performance of Shakespeare in the Arb's "A Midsummer Night's Dream" in the Nichols Arboretum tomorrow night. The performers and audience all wander along the trails. It would be a perfect evening as I am deep in the fairy mindset!
Yes, there really is a Billiard Congress of America. It has been "governing the sport of pocket billiards since 1948".