Eight-ball

(a policeman confiding to a friend) ".. She had welts and bruises all over. So, one night we get called out there again, and I slip down their hallway and stuff two eight balls in his closet. Turns out he was on parole. He goes back to jail, she's safe, and I slept like a baby."

When a white fellow gets in the ring with an eight ball the eight ball's got no chance. You see, 'cause they call boxing the sweet science. And that's where your colored just runs into trouble. That's just that science part. Yeah, but Joe Louis is a big 'un.

The angle-of-attack error indicator, located to the right of the attitude "eight-ball," requires some explanation.

He kept his eyes outside, stole a few glances at the "eight ball" attitude indictors^([sic]) inside, and relied on Irwin's callouts.

She whips me in the first game of pool, I do not even get a shot. Eight-balled from the break. “Have you been practising?” I ask my sister. “Some,” she says, “play again?” “One more.” My sister beats me at pool in public a second time. I claim some dignity back by potting two of my balls before Tammy sinks the black.