Precision bombing? Visited the doctor's office today for the JET physical. The typical stuff, weight, height, blood pressure, vision, x-ray, and urine sample--WHAT? I didn't know urine test was on the menu. That got me worried.

So on my way out, I pulled the doctor aside,
"Excuse me, but what do you test the urine sample for?"
"Um mostly protein analysis."
"Well, I'm asking because, uh, I just came back from Amsterdam 3 weeks ago..."
"Oh," pause, "we can't really get any white blood cells out of urine..."
Confused. Wait a minute...
"Oh that's not what I meant. You know marijuana is also legal in Amsterdam..."

So, I have the doctor's assurance now that it's not used for drug testing. Whew. He also looked at my x-ray and commented on how big my heart was. Yup, I literally have big heart.

A big heart that didn't come in play last night at Danny K's. Played this Asian man in 40's with glasses named Jim. He was an A player, against my 3A (since I'm new to the tournament: didn't really think I could be triple A) comes out to a 7-9 race. He missed at least four or five shots on the 9-ball and gave me those games, and it ended up hill-hill when I wasn't even playing at my best. It was probably due to the fact that 1) the reluctance to stay at triple A and 2) I felt sorry for him for giving me all these games. The killer instinct just wasn't there, so naturally I lost the hill-hill game. Afterwards I complained to Wayne that Jim was off-stroke and I shouldn't really stay at 3A, his response "WTF, you never played against him in your life!"

Good point. Lesson learned: never underestimate your abilities and don't let your pity for your opponent diminish your thirst for their blood.