Back in the early '90's, my league team and I were playing in the semi-final match for the city championship.
About half way through the match, I draw this guy whom I had never seen before.
As the match was about to start, I walked over and put my hand out to shake his hand. He looked at me and then, down at my hand. He turned and walked back to his team's table. The rest of his team started laughing.
It was his break. He made a couple balls on the break. Looked like an easy out.
It took him about 15 minutes to shoot the first four balls in. I was fuming, but tried not to show it. With two balls left and the eight ball which were basically stop shots, I looked at my watch.
It took him eleven minutes to shoot the final three balls with his team whooping and hollering between shots.
I stood up to shake his hand and again, he turned his back on me.
Finally, It was a race to eleven and the score was tied up 10-10 with me playing the final game.
I won the flip and broke the balls. It was a simple run out. I ran down to the eight ball, at my normal pace, leaving the cue ball about a foot away from the eight, straight in the pocket.
I looked over at my opponent and them, at the opposing team's table and decided to take a break.
I went to the restroom for about five minutes, then out to the parking lot to smoke a cigarette. I headed back in to the table. I picked up my cue and set it back down after about a minute while laughing and joking with my teammates.
I looked over at my opponent and saw the veins in his neck throbbing and the rest of his team were fuming and talking sh*t. I just smiled.
I picked up a bottle of talc and poured about half the bottle into my hand. Then, I clapped my hands together and the talc exploded into a cloud.
After the talc settled, I grabbed my towel and wiped my hands and cue off a few times..
I picked up my cue and got down to make the shot. I quickly stood up and walked around the table, looking at the shot from every angle for a couple of minutes.
I, then, walked around the table and shot the eight ball in quickly.
My team was laughing and hollering when the other team started calling us every curse word under the sun. It made us laugh even harder.
Then, One of their guys yelled they were going to whip our azzes!.
And that's when the bar owner walked out from behind the bar with a .45 in his hand. He said "Not here.....Not tonight! Now, get the **** outta here!
To say the least, the party broke up pretty quick after that! LOL
Got a call from the league owner a little later saying the other team had issued a complaint against me for stalling. I explained what happened and he was cool with it, but not to make a habit out of it.
Stones