No action, FSuton, but had a good time. Hollywood is a great old-time, crusty around the edges kinda place. A lot of regulars, friendly atmosphere. Some of the tables were not to my liking. I played on one of the money tables (14?) and the rails are super lively and tend to bank uphill. I certainly wouldn't want to be from out-of-town and have to adjust to that table for big money
Before I went I got a PM and an email telling me who the two best players there were, along with general descriptions and sure enough, the first day I was there the #2 guy comes up to me and asks if I want to play 1pocket. So I look at my watch and tell him I only have and hour left before I have to leave. I know he's the #2 guy, so I figure I'll just donate a couple of bucks to him and say I'll knock them around for $10 a game for an hour.
We play and I can tell he's pretty good, but he gets a lot of good rolls too. Lou loses $30.
The next day I stop by to play and the same thing happens. The #2 guy comes in and wants to play and I look at my watch and I tell him I only have like 45 minutes but will knock them around for $10 till I have to go. We play and Lou not only wins the first couple of games, but also gets a few good rolls.
And then it starts.
#2 Guy (disgusted): "Geez. How they rolling."
Lou says nothing.
(a few shots later, Lou gets another roll)
#2 Guy (really disgusted): "Man this is unbelievable!"
Lou (amused): "It's pool. It happens."
#2 Guy: "But over and over?!"
Lou: "I didn't say anything yesterday when you were getting all the rolls."
#2 Guy: "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"
Lou: "What? Playing for $10 a game. Sure it's just fun."
#2 Guy: "You know what you are? You're a mother f*cking pr*ck. I'd rather dig a ditch than play for $10 a game."
Lou: "Well, why don't you go unscrew and go dig yourself a ditch."
And so, the merry repartee went for a while longer. I lost that game and my hour was up, so I unscrewed. On the way out the door, one guy stopped me and said, "Don't judge us all by him." Another stopped me and, literally, shook my hand and said, "Forget about him. He's lower than a low life." And a third, at the counter, said, "He's pretty retarded, isn't he."
The next day he came in and offered a half-hearted apology -- while standing 20 feet away -- going on about problems with his boy and what not. I told him I accepted his apology, in about the same vein.
Sooooo, it was all fun
Lou Figueroa