I was gonna tell one that happened in South Padre island a few years ago, but thought better of it! lewis
Years ago still living in Denver I had intrest inthis bar out in Aurora. My partner and I were into all sorts of activities and life seemed pretty good as the cash was rolling in.
There were 2 bar table in there and iwould take a shot at most anyone.
one day this real clean cut looking guy comes in and finally asks me to pplay some. I say"sure" and we play some %$50 9 ball. I played well enough to keep it somewhat close with some and on this dy I was holding my own pretty well, but just culdn't get rid of the feeling tha tthe worst was to come.
I pushed out on a 7 ball and this jacked up and fired a 7 ball on me that remainsthe best shot evr hit on me. My cue made noise coming apart as if someone had unscrewed it with an air wrench!
I walked the parking lot and saw a car with nebraska plate on it and as I walked back in, I was told I had a call and the person {won't mention any names} was kent taylor warning me John Shuput, Omaha John was in town and described him as I was string at him. I thanked Kent and said I would keep an eye out. Hanging up I was all smile realizing I had escaped the bullit!
I walkedover to Hohn and asked him where he was from and and he replied, Grand Island nebaraska. I said, "oh, you ever get over and play that Omaha John?" He says I have and hea gave me the 8 and beat me! I replied, a"int that huy a real *****?? John absolutley lost it as he jhust cracked up laughing!
John was a great guy and a great talent. health reason forced him to give the game up far too young.