In Sanzu's mind, it's a straight shot: Just the right angle, just the right strength with the cue stick, and he will sink the eight ball. But that's just the theory of it.

Sanzu lines up his shot, taking his time to make sure he gets this one right. He wants and needs this win. He's played too many hours of pool to lose now.

Your finger poking him brings him back to reality. He frowns, watching the balls roll in disdain. "What is it now, woman?"