I stopped into the pool hall tonight at like 11pm after a corporate party with the higher-ups. I'm practicing and my line of sight is off...missing everything by a hair...
I figure, no biggie, I'll come around...I always do.
A guy wants to play for money...I say sure...
8 ball? I say...
He sais , sure...race to 5 for $50...sounds good to me so we start.
We play our set, I beat him 5/3 ...and 2 of the 3 games he won were where I ran out and tanked the 8... I'm playing as bad as I can play, so I'm playing smart and controlling the table. A lot of defense.
He pays the 50.
I say I'm done...gotta work tomorrow. Nice playing. It's 1AM ...I GOTTA WORK AT 8.
This is where it goes where you think it's going...
He and his entourage peanut gallery start complaining...saying...so that's how it's done...your not gonna play anymore? , they are being assholes. I say...I gotta work...ey keep at it as I'm unscrewing my cues.
I say, really, does $50 bucks really mean that much to you? I make that every ***edited ....REALLY???
He keeps flapping...so I offer to play him for a little more next Thursday, up the bet some, make it worth my while, ( Thursday is my 1 night a week to play) he sais he's only in town for like 3 days.
I explain I gotta work, he doesn't understand...I explain that people that live in Myrtle Beach aren't all like jimmy buffet. We work. I also explain to him that he probably doesn't want anymore of this, since he couldn't even give me a game and I'm dogging 8's...playing like a donkey...what happens when I wake up????????
Another set would put us into 2:30-3am ...can't do.
When is a good time to end a set...they're never happy when u gotta go cuz you have their money. So you have to play until they finally win it back????
I've never had someone hand over cash happily and not ***** that its over. I feel like throwing the measly $50 back at him and saying...fill your tank 1/2 way up.
SO FRUSTRATING...where's the fun in gambling???
I figure, no biggie, I'll come around...I always do.
A guy wants to play for money...I say sure...
8 ball? I say...
He sais , sure...race to 5 for $50...sounds good to me so we start.
We play our set, I beat him 5/3 ...and 2 of the 3 games he won were where I ran out and tanked the 8... I'm playing as bad as I can play, so I'm playing smart and controlling the table. A lot of defense.
He pays the 50.
I say I'm done...gotta work tomorrow. Nice playing. It's 1AM ...I GOTTA WORK AT 8.
This is where it goes where you think it's going...
He and his entourage peanut gallery start complaining...saying...so that's how it's done...your not gonna play anymore? , they are being assholes. I say...I gotta work...ey keep at it as I'm unscrewing my cues.
I say, really, does $50 bucks really mean that much to you? I make that every ***edited ....REALLY???
He keeps flapping...so I offer to play him for a little more next Thursday, up the bet some, make it worth my while, ( Thursday is my 1 night a week to play) he sais he's only in town for like 3 days.
I explain I gotta work, he doesn't understand...I explain that people that live in Myrtle Beach aren't all like jimmy buffet. We work. I also explain to him that he probably doesn't want anymore of this, since he couldn't even give me a game and I'm dogging 8's...playing like a donkey...what happens when I wake up????????
Another set would put us into 2:30-3am ...can't do.
When is a good time to end a set...they're never happy when u gotta go cuz you have their money. So you have to play until they finally win it back????
I've never had someone hand over cash happily and not ***** that its over. I feel like throwing the measly $50 back at him and saying...fill your tank 1/2 way up.
SO FRUSTRATING...where's the fun in gambling???
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