On Wed., they have a nice little 9 ball tournament here. Since there is another bar 8 ball tournament at another spot, usually only the best players hit the 9 ball tourney.
I had tweaked my back earlier that morning and was walking stiffly. I had 'practiced' getting into a shooting stance leaning over my bed before I left, to make sure I could bend over ok. When I actually got there and started shooting, I could not bend over fully horizontal, so I had to do a funny crouch stance keeping my back straight, with my head way above my cue. It was hard to even get the balls out to rack or pick up a bridge off the floor (I know they are 7 footers, but hey, I'm short!).
I didn't actually expect to go very far, but other than losing to Mike in races to 3, I actually won some great matches with some fun masses, caroms and combos...all practically standing up. I ended up in 5th/6th.
So the next night, Thursday is their 8 ball tournament. My back is much better; I can get down over my cue, but I have to go slow and be careful. I draw the tournament director in the only other extra match to be played....and I lose.
Mike says, "Oh great, now you'll have to wait for me and we only brought one car". Mike almost always wins or is in the finals. I say, "No problem, I can read or watch tv on my phone or play games on my PSP while I am waiting."
Well of course when you are on the B side, you are playing right away. That first game was just to get me in the real brackets anyway. So I play game after game after game and keep winning, sometimes I am not sure how I did it, clutching victory from the jaws of defeat.
Keeping watch on Mike's progress, I see that Ken Cavener put Mike in the loser's bracket too, so I am sure I will have to play him, but then Monte Minchow puts Mike out of the tournament and also beats Ken. I break and run on Ken, putting him out of the tournament, and then Monte gets beat by someone else, so really, the best players are all on the B side.
Mike, Kenny, and Monte are all watching as I make it to the Finals and I have to beat the wily older gent (not sure of his name) 2 games to win the tourney. I won the first game when he missed a rather easy 8.
The second game was cat and mouse as I had 2 balls, 1 loose and 1 tied up among his last 3 balls. It was safety after safety. I had kicked long rail to loosen up that ball. I long rail banked my loose ball up table softly so I would not run into the 8 on the same bottom rail and also to leave him down table from his cluster on the side rail. I left my stripe about a foot from the corner pocket on the same rail as the cluster. He kept hiding me behind his cluster and I still needed to get my other ball out of that mess.
So I 2-rail kick (having to avoid the 8) and hit my stripe dead in the nuts and it hangs but doesn't fall, deep in the Diamond jaws. He freaks out and for some reason, when he had a great safety opportunity, blasts his balls and leaves me the hanging ball for the out, set and match.
The funny part is that Mike had to wait for ME to finish because we only had 1 car!
Any women out there have similar stories where their man is the better player?
I had tweaked my back earlier that morning and was walking stiffly. I had 'practiced' getting into a shooting stance leaning over my bed before I left, to make sure I could bend over ok. When I actually got there and started shooting, I could not bend over fully horizontal, so I had to do a funny crouch stance keeping my back straight, with my head way above my cue. It was hard to even get the balls out to rack or pick up a bridge off the floor (I know they are 7 footers, but hey, I'm short!).
I didn't actually expect to go very far, but other than losing to Mike in races to 3, I actually won some great matches with some fun masses, caroms and combos...all practically standing up. I ended up in 5th/6th.
So the next night, Thursday is their 8 ball tournament. My back is much better; I can get down over my cue, but I have to go slow and be careful. I draw the tournament director in the only other extra match to be played....and I lose.
Mike says, "Oh great, now you'll have to wait for me and we only brought one car". Mike almost always wins or is in the finals. I say, "No problem, I can read or watch tv on my phone or play games on my PSP while I am waiting."
Well of course when you are on the B side, you are playing right away. That first game was just to get me in the real brackets anyway. So I play game after game after game and keep winning, sometimes I am not sure how I did it, clutching victory from the jaws of defeat.
Keeping watch on Mike's progress, I see that Ken Cavener put Mike in the loser's bracket too, so I am sure I will have to play him, but then Monte Minchow puts Mike out of the tournament and also beats Ken. I break and run on Ken, putting him out of the tournament, and then Monte gets beat by someone else, so really, the best players are all on the B side.
Mike, Kenny, and Monte are all watching as I make it to the Finals and I have to beat the wily older gent (not sure of his name) 2 games to win the tourney. I won the first game when he missed a rather easy 8.
The second game was cat and mouse as I had 2 balls, 1 loose and 1 tied up among his last 3 balls. It was safety after safety. I had kicked long rail to loosen up that ball. I long rail banked my loose ball up table softly so I would not run into the 8 on the same bottom rail and also to leave him down table from his cluster on the side rail. I left my stripe about a foot from the corner pocket on the same rail as the cluster. He kept hiding me behind his cluster and I still needed to get my other ball out of that mess.
So I 2-rail kick (having to avoid the 8) and hit my stripe dead in the nuts and it hangs but doesn't fall, deep in the Diamond jaws. He freaks out and for some reason, when he had a great safety opportunity, blasts his balls and leaves me the hanging ball for the out, set and match.
The funny part is that Mike had to wait for ME to finish because we only had 1 car!
Any women out there have similar stories where their man is the better player?
