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By Jeff “Stones” Johnston 

Sports Correspondent

Pickleball brains and pocket gains, chalking it up at Sharkey’s

Hello folks, and welcome to another exciting recap of our weekly pool night. This week, we took our act on the road to Sharkey’s on Craig Street in Brantford. Our friend Dan is the proprietor there—and I must say, he’s a great "pool shark" himself.

But I digress. The play was fierce, and the teams were surprisingly evenly balanced. Chicken and Willie D had a frustrating evening, to say the least. I could swear I saw Dalpe shedding a tear in his beer; according to him, his partner Motor had nothing but pickleball on the brain. That being said, I’ll admit Motor did look dapper in those shorts.

Al and Greig G. were steady as ever, calling shots with their usual precision, while Oscar and Billy B. left a cloud of chalk dust in their wake as one ball after another disappeared into the pockets. The consensus of the night was simple: winners stay, losers move, and the 8-ball is definitely black.

Kopper and Bergie, much like Al and Greig G., emerged as big winners to secure a spot in the semi-finals. Meanwhile, Floody carried our team straight into the semis too, where an unusually unlucky scratch on the 8-ball by Oscar punched our ticket to the finals.

The semi-final match between Kopper and Bergie and Al and Greig G. was an exciting game, to say the least. All four are fantastic shooters who can shape the table like its a pottery wheel. Ultimately, Kopper and Bergie prevailed in a very close match.

That set the stage for the finals: Kopper and Bergie against Floody and yours truly, “Stones”. Before we knew it—following a little "bingo, bango, bongo" between Bergie and Kopper—we were left with four balls still on the table as they claimed a sweet victory. A road win, no less! 

Get back on the bus boys, and thanks again for the great friendships see you next week!