I stand up before I have the chance to take my shot and lean back into the sheik's body. I turn my head towards him and look him directly in his eyes. I lower my head in a slight nod and say, "I think I do sir, but you might want to explain the rules to our onlookers. I see we have aquired a crowd we hadn't expected and I know they must be curious as to why we choose to play a game of skill instead of just taking what we desire!"

"I have the table, as you were not here for the break. Since I made several balls of both high and low I get choice on my next shot. I choose the big balls. I am calling the ten ball in the corner pocket," I say and I point my cue at the upper right corner pocket, (feeling somewhat like Babe Ruth as he pointed his bat to the stands in right field). I take the chalk from the table ledge and glide my hand up to the tip of my cue and chalk the tip as I look out over the audience and listen as Coach explains the rules.

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