I busted a kid ( hell *I** was a kid ) at a tourney at Baker's back @ 77 or so. We ended up betting 50 a pop. He's stuck @ 700 or so and he loses another game. Lays his cue down, vanishes off into the crowd. Comes back in a few minutes with the 50. Loses the next game, same thing, only this time, it's more time gone. Comes back. Pays. Loses another, same thing. This time 15 minutes or so. When he hands me the 50, I break my cue. He instantly starts jumping up and down, waving his arms. "You can't quit!!! I''m stuck a grand!!!" I say to him "You're busted. Show me some cash." He proceeds to try to sell me his watch. Then his cue. I use a line I absolutely LOVED that I'd heard another player use a few years before. I said "Cash is what I'm about. Go get some and we'll play some more."
Man, I loved playing by the game. The excitement or agony was never more than a few minutes apart. I miss that. A lot.
Now deceased cuemaker Kevin Varney (a personal friend) had a saying on his sig here on AZ: "Cash ain't heavy, carry some!".