Racked

What had begun as a friendly discussion turned to a friendly argument, into a less pleasant argument, into almost a full blown raging row.

In an attempt to head it off (and stop the yelling), the bartender suggested we settle it with a pool game.

Both of us seemed to think we were better than the other so we agreed.

It took three hours.

Must have been the booze, but we kept missing seemingly every shot, but eventually, he finally sunk the black ball and won.

I was just glad it was over so I shut up.

But I'm right.