I was playing and older gentleman in his 70's for the hotseat in a local 8 ball tournament tuesday night. He shot really well and i was ahead 2-1 in a race to 3. I broke and ran to my last ball which was tied up to his ball. I thinned my ball out and spun the cueball and stuck him between his ball and the rail. He attempted to play a goofy combination and missed and i ran out. After the match he came up and shook my hand and said "I dont agree with that chickenshit shot you took" To which i replied "Im sorry sir but i have to win anyway that i can" He then jerked his hand back and angrily yelled "youre a chickenshit" and walked away. I couldnt help but laugh about it. Anyone else have similar experiences?
Your opponent sounds like someone who has never understood that's why it's called gambling. A typical 'pool room detective'...they're in every Moose Lodge, VFW, and American Legion in the country.
It's usually the other way around for me.
Those young red hots, showing off for the girls, go berserk when I keep throwing those safes on them until they foul up and I can run out on 'em.
However, when they dog the money ball and get a great roll where you're frozen on one of your balls and can't play anything to keep them off a clean shot at that 8 once again...........THEN, of course, they beam with delight.
They never call themselves "lucky chickenshits".
That's just a poolroom, man....hasn't changed in decades. Never will, I guess.
Keep on truckin'
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