The other night I go to the pool hall and start playing. Our first "season" of our bar league is over for a few weeks so everyone's trying to practice up for the new one. Its weird, before I played in the league I could never get anyone to play with me, but now that I've played pretty much everyone in the place, they call me over for games as soon as I walk in. This very thing happened on this particular night, when "Juggalo" asked me to a game.
This guy seems to have a typical player personality for people in our bar: Big case full of nice cues; Knows what seems like EVERY rule of billards which he tries to throw on you at weird times when you have the advantage; and all in all... he's not as good as he tries to make everyone think. I had the advantage going in because I was always the lesser player, and that I try to take every game as it was, not expecting to dominate, just playing the table. He had his teammate there and it was clear that he wanted to beat the breaks off me.
I beat him pretty easy which seemed to hit him hard. We rack the second game and I beat him again by even more balls. We weren't putting money on this game so I wasn't very serious, I just wanted to have fun. His playing style is HIGHLY defensive. I'm not even sure if it helps him, but after I would run 4 or 5, or if it seemed like he was losing, he wouldn't even take a good shot. He would instead, put the ball where i couldn't shoot it well, hoping I'd hit his by accident, or calling safety doing the same thing. This got to me because it became evident to me that he thought the prior games were flukes and that he believed me to be a shitty player. He did this until I ended up with a really hard bank with the 8 sitting almost IN the pocket. I dropped the 8 and the cue at the same time and he got mad.
"That wasn't a good game." he said."Come and see me when you want to play serious." So he goes to drink and I play my friend for a while. Soon I come back and ask him to play one more before I leave. He comes to the table totally serious, and not saying a word to me. I remember him saying this is how he acts when he really wants to beat someone. Right after I break, by line of songs comes on the jukebox, and I smile. With my spirits lifted i run ball after ball, smiling and nodding my head to my music, until I drop the 8 pretty easy leaving him with 5 on.
He doesn't say anything, no goodgame or handshake, he packs up his cues and goes to the bar. This was the guy who used to give me pointers all day and critique my game. I can't tell you how happy I was. I'm flying to Virginia soon to meet my mentor and play at Obelisk. i'm planning on finally beating him too. Wish me luck.
This guy seems to have a typical player personality for people in our bar: Big case full of nice cues; Knows what seems like EVERY rule of billards which he tries to throw on you at weird times when you have the advantage; and all in all... he's not as good as he tries to make everyone think. I had the advantage going in because I was always the lesser player, and that I try to take every game as it was, not expecting to dominate, just playing the table. He had his teammate there and it was clear that he wanted to beat the breaks off me.
I beat him pretty easy which seemed to hit him hard. We rack the second game and I beat him again by even more balls. We weren't putting money on this game so I wasn't very serious, I just wanted to have fun. His playing style is HIGHLY defensive. I'm not even sure if it helps him, but after I would run 4 or 5, or if it seemed like he was losing, he wouldn't even take a good shot. He would instead, put the ball where i couldn't shoot it well, hoping I'd hit his by accident, or calling safety doing the same thing. This got to me because it became evident to me that he thought the prior games were flukes and that he believed me to be a shitty player. He did this until I ended up with a really hard bank with the 8 sitting almost IN the pocket. I dropped the 8 and the cue at the same time and he got mad.
"That wasn't a good game." he said."Come and see me when you want to play serious." So he goes to drink and I play my friend for a while. Soon I come back and ask him to play one more before I leave. He comes to the table totally serious, and not saying a word to me. I remember him saying this is how he acts when he really wants to beat someone. Right after I break, by line of songs comes on the jukebox, and I smile. With my spirits lifted i run ball after ball, smiling and nodding my head to my music, until I drop the 8 pretty easy leaving him with 5 on.
He doesn't say anything, no goodgame or handshake, he packs up his cues and goes to the bar. This was the guy who used to give me pointers all day and critique my game. I can't tell you how happy I was. I'm flying to Virginia soon to meet my mentor and play at Obelisk. i'm planning on finally beating him too. Wish me luck.
. Any amount of $ will do it for me. A quarter even 
Still beat the pants off of me. The other day he came in looking for a game. I told him I'd play him 10 dollar sets even. (because that's all I had). Beat him 3 straight. Then we bumped it to 20. Beat him 3 more. Then to 50 and yet again 3 more before he quits....
