Yeah, I was so freaked out while John was there watching me practice 14.1 that I ran a truckload of racks (missed hitting the stack on a break shot, dammit.)
Everyone in the Midwest knows you have to drive through St. Louis from Oklahoma City to get to Louisville, so I pretty much figured to see John walk through the door about now. So no surprise there.
And yes, I asked him if he "was packing" given his little thug life tantrum over in the Volturi thread in the Case Gallery forum, lol:
http://forums.azbilliards.com/showthread.php?t=346678
So John tried to engage me in a conversation, woofing at me to play, saying he’d, “Let me off cheap.” I told him, “John, you already know the answer to that — I'll play you in NJ” and continued to practice.
A table away, he makes a phone call and it goes like, "You'll never believe where I'm at... Across the river from St. Louis... I'm watching him play straight pool right now..." I try and ignore him and keep practicing. So the call ends and he starts yakking at me again and I tell him, "John, I'm not interested in talking to you." (Who here doesn't know that getting into an exchange with John, in person or online, is to enter into an endless loop of insanity and I didn’t feel like going there.)
Then he says to me, and no, I’m not making this up, “OK then, I’ll just stand here and talk to myself.”
And he starts to talk to himself (but really to me). So I take out a pair of earbuds, listen to some Jane Monheit, and keep trying to practice. I was told by the house woman that he kept on talking to himself (me).
So then he brings out the phone/camera/video and starts pointing it my way and I say to meself, “Self, you're not going to play him, he's just trying to get under your skin, do yourself a favor and go hit them somewhere else in peace.” So that’s what I did. When I went up to pay my time the woman who had been watching all this looked over at John and whispered, “What a weirdo.” And we shared a laugh.
I wasn’t upset about anything. I thought the whole thing with John talking to himself was pretty funny. Weird, but funny.
Lou Figueroa