I run a small bar tournament on Wednesday nights at a place near my house. Usually 9 ball, race to 2, double elim. Well, last night we had a small field, 10 players, and it was over with by 9 p.m. I won the tournament, yeeeehah. Anyway, just as the final game was finished, someone asked me if there was time for another tournament. "Of course", I say. I thought he was just kidding though. He then walked around and found enough players to play, so we had another one, this time with 8 players. Funny thing is, the guy that asked me this could not make 1 ball, could barely hit the OB. But he loves to play! He didn't care about the entry fee, he just wanted to play. Between matches, I watched him practice by himself and he was nonstop. Every time a table opened up he got on it, right away, just banging balls around 100mph. After the 2nd tournament was finished, he asked me to practice with him and usually I say no because I want to get home but for some reason I felt obligated to play with this guy. We played 3 games, for fun, him winning 1 game, lol. It was like playing a kid, his attention span was about 4.3 seconds, but I never had to tell him it was his shot and he always said good shot after I made a ball. Funny night, to say the least. Oh well, just thought I'd share. Peace, John.