Got to play 9-ball last night, it was one of those nights.... I was shooting pretty well (for me) and in the midst of that, I would slop something in. I shrugged my shoulders, said sorry...kept shooting. No issues...
Thing is, I kept doing it. Running a few balls and then crapping something in. It got to happening so often that it was embarrassing. Two or three rails, into the side. It was goofy...suffice to say, I won pretty handily. I don't even recall the spread, I didn't want to go looking at the scoresheet. The other team was good about it, we were all laughing at it.
Then it kept going on the next match, my teammate did his first one and said he "Bruce'd that one", meaning me. But after he kept crapping them in as well, it wasn't just me...
Crazy night. Next time it'll happen to me, instead of me being that guy...
Thing is, I kept doing it. Running a few balls and then crapping something in. It got to happening so often that it was embarrassing. Two or three rails, into the side. It was goofy...suffice to say, I won pretty handily. I don't even recall the spread, I didn't want to go looking at the scoresheet. The other team was good about it, we were all laughing at it.
Then it kept going on the next match, my teammate did his first one and said he "Bruce'd that one", meaning me. But after he kept crapping them in as well, it wasn't just me...
Crazy night. Next time it'll happen to me, instead of me being that guy...