Frame 95: A Broken Man. As the 100th frame approaches, the contest to find out who will be ahead at this arbitrary stage is really heating up. But this is an awful frame of snooker, both players tired from late nights, with half an eye on baby monitors, under the dim lights of unshaded light bulbs. You are lucky you can't see it and just have to listen. And the victory is hollow and empty today with the loser broken and the pointlessness of the tussle maybe finally becoming clear in his mind. At least none of the people involved actually listen to this. Imagine how much lower than them you are.