“Eight-ball into the top right corner.” “In your dreams, Cole.” “Twenty bucks says you don’t make that shot.” “You got yourself a deal Benny, might as well get your wallet out now.” “Ha! Big city slick over here thinks he’s hot snot in this town. You’re not getting a fat head on us are you Coley? That wouldn’t be any fun.” Benny’s boisterous chuckling had all three alcohol-induced men highly amused and thoroughly enjoying their guy’s night out. It had been years since Cole, Benny and Doug had gotten together and turned back the clock to their high-school days. The days when all that really mattered was making the football team and getting laid. Not that they would ever have admitted it, but the latter of the two was undeniably the harder to pull off, despite their inflated egos at such a tenacious age. Nonetheless, the boys of Thomasville were simply invincible. But boy, how times had changed. “It’s all about vision my friends… and I just happen to have great vision.” Cole stat...