jimmyg said:
I just read Boro Nut's thread about Strikland breaking his cue during the Mosconi Cup and my first thought was "what a jerk". But then I immediately remembered smashing my own $250 Yamaha tennis racquet on the court about ten years ago. Speaking about jerks!
Well, I confessed. And now I'm wondering how many others here have thrown or broken their cues, tennis racquets, thrown their baseball glove into the river, or broke their TV because the reception was bad.
Come on, anyone feel like testifying?
Jim
Back in the early 70's I lived about 60 miles from Texarkana, Tx.
We got a call and were told that Terry Bell and Larry Hubbart were playing 9-ball that night for pretty big money.
Terrell, {best friend and partner in crime} hauled ass to Texarkana to watch the "Big Match".
After a couple of hours of nobody missing a ball, I got bored and played this Hippy with Hubbart some $20 9-ball. I thought of myself as the best in this part of the country and was anxious to prove it.
We were close for quite a while, but being relatively inexperienced, he began to wear me down and I WENT OFF. I raised the bet to $50 per game and ended up blowing about $600. That was a lot of money in those days and that hurt, but not nearly as much as the education. I was really embarrassed.
Terrell was in for half, but nothing bothered Terrell as he was the most "happy go lucky" fella who ever lived.
Terrell and I had identical cues and cases. They were early four point Joss cues made by Billy Stroud with two shafts. We thought we were mighty fancy.
When I quit the Hippy, I just walked right out the door saying nothing to anyone. We were in Terrell car and when he came out, neither said a word and just headed home. I was DEVASTED!
On the way we came up on the Red River and a pretty long bridge. I demanded Terrell to stop the car right in the middle of that dark bridge and Terrell started begging me not to jump. "Stop the dam car I screamed".
Terrell stopped and I got out and looked down at the old muddy river against the moonlight and then reached in the back seat and fired my cue right into the middle of the river. Terrell just stared at me rather speechless as we got into the car and headed home.
About 15 minutes later Terrell said, "Bud {that's what he always called me} I gotta ask ya a question?"
"Terrell, I don't want to talk about it, I just want to go home" I replied
"Okay Bud, I don't want to upset ya none" Terrell said
We pulled up in front of my house and Terrell rather quietly said, "Now Bud, I know you're upset over that nasty assed Hippy beatin ya, but I just gotta ask you a question"?
Now feeling a little chidish, "what Terrell, what's the question?
Well Bud I know you feel bad, but why in the hell did you throw MY cue in that dam river?"
That is the last time I threw anything.
Well, you guessed it, Terrell ended up with my stick.
