|miss_s_b (miss_s_b) wrote,|
@ 2010-01-18 12:38 am UTC
|Entry tags:||hilarity, snooker|
ANYWAY. When I was a nipper, whoever we wanted to win would always lose in the final when my mum watched it (Jimmy White in the World Snooker Championships, year after year, being a particular bugbear). So my mum was eventually barred from watching after the semis of any championship we cared about, lest The Curse of Mother affect the result.
Tonight Holly and I were watching the final of the Masters. She was getting very excited because Ronnie was winning, and I had all hell on to persuade her to go to bed. Eventually, when Ronnie was nine frames to six ahead, and only needed one more frame to win, I got her to go.
The final score?
O'Sullivan 9 - 10 Selby.
The curse! It lives on!
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