Some might say there are two categories of Nine Lives players. They will try to tell you that there is the winner and then there is everybody else.
Of course, I disagree.
There certainly are winners and everybody else, I don't disagree with that entirely, but there are subcategories contained within each of those as well. There are gracious winners that accept victory humbly. There are sore losers that blame rotten circumstance for their demise.
There are space cowboys, gangsters, pickers, grinners, lovers, sinners, jokers, smokers and midnight tokers. There are sportos, motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, wasteoids, dweebs dickheads and righteous dudes.
There are finesse players, those that hit for power, and then there are the talented few that can eloquently finesse, deploy backspins, aim impeccably and then blindside you with ferocity in the form of a wicked spike to the face. Perhaps they'll wind to exert power and when they see you wince, pull back and delicately dink the ball so that it brushes your shin ever so slightly before hitting the ground.
There are many, many effective methods of play in Nine Lives...it takes all walks of life to play in a variety of ways to make the game dynamic and engaging. You have to find your own way and deploy your own version in a style that you will feel good about.
It's not unlike finding your own hand jazzing style. You may never be an Al Jolson, no matter how much you attempt to perfect your Jazz Hands, therefor you must find your own niche.
Today's Jazz Hands combined a great film with an overplayed song. Day ninety-four complete.
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