A couple of quickies. Shane lost a match a while back and walked off leaving his cue behind. I saw it sitting there after the match and wondered when he was coming back to retrieve it. He never came back, so I held onto his cue. I toted it around with me the rest of the day. Finally that evening Shane came prancing down the hall, cueless! He gave me a big smile and said "Thannns," in that wonderful accent of his.
Another time at DCC several years ago, I got challenged to play by a whole slew of young guns - Disco, Roy, Easy, Willie and a couple of others. We played One Pocket for $10 a game and I ended up winning like six or seven games in a row (P.S. It wasn't easy!). Happy days until the next morning when I checked my case and saw that my playing cue was not in it. My Josey was missing! I had left it in the AZ room and now I was worried that it was gone.
Not 15 minutes goes by and I get a call in my room. It's our man Scott Lee and he tells me that he has my cue, and I can pick it up from him anytime. I met him later for breakfast and all he would let me do is buy breakfast for him. Thanks Scott, I haven't forgotten. This is a man with integrity, all he wanted was to return my cue to me. And he asked for nothing in return.
