Long read on league from an A player
Bad night last nite... (understatement) Our supposed Capt showed,
1st time since week 1; week 4 is over now, I've recruited 6 new players for our 8 and 9B weekly, as 4 quit since our last 9 week session. My 1st yr playing league. 5 matches/nite.
Sorry, I'm tired and p1ssed. Anyway, 7 pm start time.
Capt called me prior, stated he had to play 1st cause he had to get his 6 yr old daughter. No prob. Me as defacto captain had 6 players lined up for 5 matches last nite, to cover our butt for the inevitable no show excuse. All confirmed by my efforts the day before. I wasn't feeling well, and was going to sit out. Then one called in sick 4 hours prior. I said no prob, we have 5. I'll play.
Pinky was slow getting ready (women!), I called & asked our "Capt" to put me in late. No prob. I show up, he's just finished his match and asks me "where's Chad?". We call him - at @ 7:45. He said he couldn't make it, again. For the 6th match in a row it was up to me to pull players out of my ass. 2 other players had prior called in sick. Fk.
My match, I had to win 6 of 8 racks in 9B or lose against a good player. Played on the table closest to the bar. Jumped to a 4 -0 lead. THEN... Have NEVER been so distracted and interrupted. "Watch this hit over here". Opponent team-mates and their friends & GF's packed in. Lining up against the table, below the brass rail, surrounding all tables. "We need to change the line-up", etc.
With none of my team-mates present, the drunk circled the table.
Scorekeeper 1 was yakking on every shot. No place to sit. I must have said "excuse me" 40 times to access my J/B or player cue, talc, 1 beer or say - "hey? You're standing in my backstroke". Ended up losing hill hill on 3 fluke rolls and me getting out of line twice. That's a learning experience. One I may or may not choose to overcome.
Now... Get this... After my match, I walked outside to the patio to chill off the negativity w/ my outspoken Pinky, w/ many others present out there. The 1 guy I relectantly had fill in on our team came out. F'g a-hole. I was trying to get the team's $50 and score sheet in the envelope when I realized I only had $7 in my pocket, when I KNEW I'd came with $67. 3 twenties were missing, and a-hole possibly got 'em...
So outside, Pinky and others at my side, I was $3 short and asked to borrow $3 from a fabulous lady friend, Doreen, who's a 7 and 6'2". I pulled my $7 out when "team-mate" a-hole slyly snatched it from me, I didn't notice. But Wendy and Doreen did. He held it crunched in his closed fist. Then he tried to snag my debit card, but he dropped it in the snatch process. Busted.
Then it got ugly. He began bad mouthing all 3 of us, and it took all my restraint not to drop him. Pinky was so po'd, she wanted to take this a-hole out too, but I got in the middle. Doreen was wtf'ing him. Trust me, this is the filtered version of what went down.
Worst league night I've experienced. I now know better why I choose to gamble 1 vs 1 with people I trust and enjoy.
As Mike Dechaine said - I love pool - On mutual terms, in the spirit of sportsmanship.
F this.
Though I couldn't imagine being lame enough to try taking on the responsibility of being a CAPTAIN with this sort of situation.
