by Arneb » Mon May 07, 2018 9:39 pm
Mark Williams 18 - 16 John Higgins,
in the Finals of the Snooker World Championship, held in the Crucible Theatre in Sheffield, England.
Maybe some of you still remember when ten years ago I suffered from glandular fever and was out of business for some four weeks ago. It was a tough disease, but I did several things in order not just to stare at the wall. I digitzed all my old vinyl records at that time, and we had some discussions about the subject. Mactep suggested I buy the CDs instead for small money, and by and large, he was right, and it's what I did in the. The recordings have mostly still not been converted.
Anyway, during that illness, I discovered my love for snooker. In my somewhat stuporous state, the hypnotic calm and subtle suspense of the game captured my attention and kept me focused without being loud, fast,sweaty, or violent. I coulsd sit still for hours, forget the pain and just watch the balls roll by and admire the players for their attitude, their discipline and their composure. Johnny "The Rocket" O'Sullivan won against Ali Carter that year. Of course, I had rooted for the underdog, and suffered with him, as most times.
I haven't watched a lot of Snooker since, but somehow, I got to watch a few sessions this year. I still like it, not only for the fond memories. This year's Final was very, very tight, and I loved every minute I was on. Of course I was rooting for Higgins, the Scotsman (D'oh), and he did some very amazing things, but his opponent held up admirably. It was great, so I recommend it to the house, even if Lianachan will object that it's a game, not a sport.
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