Best way to burst a social bubble: Rochester Pool League
It happens. You wake up one day and realize you’ve been hanging around the same people, listening to the same music in the same places for the past five years or more. Comfort is rarely exciting.
Enter: Pool league. The great equalizer. One week, you’re facing off against a musicologist from Eastman and the next you’re congratulating an RTS bus driver on a match well-played. There is no single characteristic that fits all 700 (give or take) registered league players in Monroe County, other than a shared love for the game. Given that as a base, one’s social bubble is bound to burst. And thanks to the marvel that is handicaps (this writer is not a golfer), even a seasoned vet has reason to fear a well-practiced novice.
Like travel baseball, minus the driving, hotels, bourgeois disillusionment and expense, league moves you around the city into establishments you may have never before considered, discovering micro cultures that only exist outside of one’s normal routine. In this environment, intersectionality is innate and insularity is impossible; something that all of our bubbles could benefit from. rochesterpool.org—KATIE EPNER…