A few sulks back to his seat and a few struts back to mine and I had actually beaten him. Ahhh, I love my beginner’s luck.
So after some trash talking, we were ready for round two. I asked if he wanted to make a friendly wager on the game, which went ignored. Thinking he was scared, I decided to let it go.
About four frames into game two, I was happy he didn’t take me up on the bet. Why? Because I remembered I had beginner’s luck.
That’s the funny thing about beginner’s luck — it only applies to the beginning. Clearly, the powers-that-be in the Luck Department don’t consider game two the beginning and thus wiped my luck off the table, leaving me only with the real skills I had. And that turns out to be none.
He whooped me in game two. Fortunately, he was nice about it and didn’t gloat too much.
I’m sure if the tables were turned, I wouldn’t have partaken in a mountain of trash talk either. OK, that’s just a lie.
Misty Knisely, managing editor, can be reached at 574-732-5155 or via email at email@example.com. Follow her: @PharosMK