You drove me crazy. A couple of us were watchin' you play; we'd say, "Wait, he can't shoot that" and you make it and run 3 or four balls, line up on another shot and we'd say, "He definitely can't shoot this one." You'd fire it in and run out.
I wish you had to live in my stroke for about a month. You'd be more sympathetic to us poor mortals who actually have to aim.
P.S. Good to see you too Bob. You're as much fun as a barrel of monkeys.............. with rabies.) :heh