It all started on a lazy Sunday afternoon. The guys were gathered around the snooker table, full of confidence, chalking their cues like pros. That’s when I walked in.
“Wanna play a round?” I asked.
They paused, exchanged amused glances, and one said, “Sure… if you know how.”
Big mistake.
Now, to be fair, I looked like I had no idea what I was doing. I even held the cue upside down at first — on purpose. Just to mess with them. The guys chuckled. One whispered, “This’ll be quick.”
What they didn’t know is that my dad owns a snooker table, and I’ve been secretly playing since high school. So when I lined up my first shot and sank a clean one in the corner pocket, their faces froze like statues.
“Lucky shot,” one mumbled.
Five balls later, I was on fire. They started to panic. Suddenly, everyone needed “better lighting” or “a chalk break.” The atmosphere went from playful to panic mode real fast.
I ended up winning the game. Clean sweep. The boys were speechless. One even asked, “Wait… are you like… a professional?”
Nope. Just a girl who knows how to hustle a little.
Moral of the story? Never underestimate a girl with a cue stick.
Snooker isn’t just a guy’s game. It’s a game of strategy, focus, and yes — a little flair. Whether you’re wearing heels or sneakers, if you’ve got skill, you’ll earn respect on the table.
And let’s be honest — there’s nothing more satisfying than sinking that 8-ball while everyone’s jaws drop.
