Mike was always trying these type of crazy shots. When I first met him in ‘81 his shot of choice would be to freeze the object ball on the middle diamond of the bottom rail and the Q ball on the middle diamond of the head rail and jack up and spin the object ball along the rail into the bottom pocket. I worked at Family billiards as a kid and I would practice that damn shot for hours when it got slow. One day Mike walks in after work asking for a rack. I told him to hold on because I’m going to make this shot first...his stupid ass shot. He of course says he didn’t have all month to wait for me to make it. Oddly enough I drain it on the next attempt. So I’m feeling pretty good about myself. Then Mike takes his rack and without hitting one ball first he sets it up and makes it. Then he sets it up again and makes it a second time and as he shot a half of a joint falls out of his shirt pocket. He casually picks it up and says “I’m sure that’s not the first time that’s happened in this joint.”
I think I’m gonna go up to Family today and try to play some serious 9 ball.
