Yesterday I had to be in Indy. I PMed WBM Tuesday to see if he would like to meet for some pool. He then came back with a counter offer, "You come over to my house?".
I got there sometime around 4:00. The Betmore basement is a very nice room. There are movie stills and stills from TV shows all over the walls. In the middle of the room there is a beautiful GCIV.
He asked me, "what do you normally play?" I said, "Nineball". He insisted on racking and my having the first break. On the first break I made a ball and sent the 9 ball straight to the jaws of the lefthand bottom pocket. I had a long shot on the one, I made it. but did not have a great shot on the two. I decided to play a carom to the nine. So, I win the first rack. Next rack, I break dry and Willie pushed out or missed, I don't remember the specifics. I got back to the table and ran the rack out. Running that rack got me a little excited. I was shaking, breathing was heavy like adrenaline was pumping through me. I thought, 'I am going to have a heart attack in the Betmore basement, what kind of a guest would that make me?'
I break the third rack and came up dry, that's when I discovered the best part of the Betmore basement, the nicest player's chair I have ever sat down in. That was it, I was in love with this chair. It was wide, very well padded and it reclined. Willie was having a hard time getting me out of it. I just sat there and watched him shoot. I was content in this little piece of Heaven on Earth.
After we played for a couple hours, he invited me upstairs to dinner. His wife and daughter had prepared a very nice meal. The two of them were very nice to a stranger. The Betmores are very good people, that is par for the course in Indiana, but they go above and beyond.
We went back to the basement and played some 14.1. I loved it, I played poorly, but loved it. I would like to learn the game. He was explaining why this ball is better than that one for a break shot. It was very interesting.
After all the hospitality the Betmores showed me, I feel a little selfish, hogging that fine chair for so long. If I am ever invited back, I will try to concentrate on giving Willie a little more a$$ time.
Thanks again, Williebetmore.
Tracy
I got there sometime around 4:00. The Betmore basement is a very nice room. There are movie stills and stills from TV shows all over the walls. In the middle of the room there is a beautiful GCIV.
He asked me, "what do you normally play?" I said, "Nineball". He insisted on racking and my having the first break. On the first break I made a ball and sent the 9 ball straight to the jaws of the lefthand bottom pocket. I had a long shot on the one, I made it. but did not have a great shot on the two. I decided to play a carom to the nine. So, I win the first rack. Next rack, I break dry and Willie pushed out or missed, I don't remember the specifics. I got back to the table and ran the rack out. Running that rack got me a little excited. I was shaking, breathing was heavy like adrenaline was pumping through me. I thought, 'I am going to have a heart attack in the Betmore basement, what kind of a guest would that make me?'
I break the third rack and came up dry, that's when I discovered the best part of the Betmore basement, the nicest player's chair I have ever sat down in. That was it, I was in love with this chair. It was wide, very well padded and it reclined. Willie was having a hard time getting me out of it. I just sat there and watched him shoot. I was content in this little piece of Heaven on Earth.
After we played for a couple hours, he invited me upstairs to dinner. His wife and daughter had prepared a very nice meal. The two of them were very nice to a stranger. The Betmores are very good people, that is par for the course in Indiana, but they go above and beyond.
We went back to the basement and played some 14.1. I loved it, I played poorly, but loved it. I would like to learn the game. He was explaining why this ball is better than that one for a break shot. It was very interesting.
After all the hospitality the Betmores showed me, I feel a little selfish, hogging that fine chair for so long. If I am ever invited back, I will try to concentrate on giving Willie a little more a$$ time.
Thanks again, Williebetmore.
Tracy
