Short story from the pool hall today. A guy around 45 or so comes in with a much older guy I would guess to be in his 80's. I don't think they were father, son or of any relation. The way it sounded the older gent lived in a home of sorts and the younger guy brought him out to shoot some pool.
The young guy is telling the old man that he isn't going to take it easy on him and a bunch of other casual sh!t talk. The old guy keeps a smile but you can tell he wasn't too amused. To make it better the old guy had to be 6'4" or so and that is taking into consideration his hunched back. When he stood straight he would have been a tall man. You could see in his face he wasn't amused being talked to like a 4 year old and if it was 40 years ago the young guy wouldn't have been so quick to open his mouth.
They start playing 8 ball. When the old guy takes up the cue you could tell he was comfortable with it and it looked natural in his hands. Not out of place like he didn't know where to set it down. The young kid broke and missed a fairly easy but long shot to the corner. The old guy ran four and "missed" leaving the cue ball just burried. Smiled at the kid and told him he guessed he got lucky. Ran out the next inning. And the next 6 games went just about like that.
I don't know if he had a lot of game in his prime but this wasn't the first time he had played and the kid went from treating him like a child to down right pissed off. It had to have been one of the funniest things I have ever seen.
I finnished up about the same time they did and the old guy walked up and asked about the table under the cover. He said he hadn't seen a 6'x12' snooker table in years and I told him I thought it was one of the few left in the state. We chatted about the small town he grew up in and how it had 2 pool halls and they were always busy and he talked a bit about playing 5 pins on the billiards table and snooker on the 9'. He also added how his dad had him banned from the pool halls when he was 14 or 15. Said he found a way in anyway.
About that time a friend of mine walked up and heard the older gent mention the name of the room he was banned from. It was the same room that my buddies father played in as a kid, although it was about 15 or 20 years later the way it sounded. Small world. They kept chatting and unfortunately I had to leave.
I didn't get his name and doubt I will ever bump into him again but I will say that I enjoyed watching him. He never ran a rack and he missed some balls but the whole time he was sticking it to that younger guy and loving every minute of it.
Sorry about the length just felt like this was something someone else would enjoy.
The young guy is telling the old man that he isn't going to take it easy on him and a bunch of other casual sh!t talk. The old guy keeps a smile but you can tell he wasn't too amused. To make it better the old guy had to be 6'4" or so and that is taking into consideration his hunched back. When he stood straight he would have been a tall man. You could see in his face he wasn't amused being talked to like a 4 year old and if it was 40 years ago the young guy wouldn't have been so quick to open his mouth.
They start playing 8 ball. When the old guy takes up the cue you could tell he was comfortable with it and it looked natural in his hands. Not out of place like he didn't know where to set it down. The young kid broke and missed a fairly easy but long shot to the corner. The old guy ran four and "missed" leaving the cue ball just burried. Smiled at the kid and told him he guessed he got lucky. Ran out the next inning. And the next 6 games went just about like that.
I don't know if he had a lot of game in his prime but this wasn't the first time he had played and the kid went from treating him like a child to down right pissed off. It had to have been one of the funniest things I have ever seen.
I finnished up about the same time they did and the old guy walked up and asked about the table under the cover. He said he hadn't seen a 6'x12' snooker table in years and I told him I thought it was one of the few left in the state. We chatted about the small town he grew up in and how it had 2 pool halls and they were always busy and he talked a bit about playing 5 pins on the billiards table and snooker on the 9'. He also added how his dad had him banned from the pool halls when he was 14 or 15. Said he found a way in anyway.
About that time a friend of mine walked up and heard the older gent mention the name of the room he was banned from. It was the same room that my buddies father played in as a kid, although it was about 15 or 20 years later the way it sounded. Small world. They kept chatting and unfortunately I had to leave.
I didn't get his name and doubt I will ever bump into him again but I will say that I enjoyed watching him. He never ran a rack and he missed some balls but the whole time he was sticking it to that younger guy and loving every minute of it.
Sorry about the length just felt like this was something someone else would enjoy.