I hear you. I was making a run at 290, and stoned a SOLID 7, (righthanded, no less) and I don't mean mixer 7, I mean flush in the pocket 7. Last week, I left SIX 10's the last game, and picked every one of the mother truckers up. I sympathize with you greatly. There's nothing more demoralizing than making a good shot and wrapping around a 10, or blowing everything left just to see the 7 laughing at you. What can you do? REALLY enjoy the night things fall your way.
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Hey, I am NOT Michael Jackson. I like little GIRLS, not little boys . .
Rock on kitty.