...So my brother asks me if I wanna go to his bar league championship night. He says everyone in the league is getting paid and there might be some action. So I say ok, figuring it will be nice to spend some time with my bro and play some pool for a while.
We get there and the bar is pretty full with both tables going. One for the championship match and the other for challenge play. My bro and I are partners and we keep the table for 8 or 9 games and lose. Now a guy in the league comes up to me and asks if I wanna be his partner in a scotch doubles match for $50.00 a man. I say ok, but the guys we're playing want a spot because they now I'm a good player. We agree we go to 5 and they go to 4...settled.
Well this match goes on for over two hours...they start out playing pretty well, but then the booze kicks in and they start to tank; they're doin' shots, they aren't sure if they are solids or stripes, they're bs'ing with everyone at the bar, and arguing with each other. We finally win the set 5-3 and they are pretty hammered. My partner and I get paid, and now it begins......
Of course one of the guys on the other team now wants to play me singles, a race to 2 for a hundred...but I say no. Figuring it's not worth the bs and the problems it's surely going to cause.
Well, he doesn't like that and starts telling me I don't know how to play and carries on like he is 3 years old. About that time another older guy asks me if I wanna play some 9-ball for 20 a rack. I tell him no also because if I say yes to him the other guy is gonna go crazy.
So the senior citizen (no offense to the older gents) starts taunting me, saying, "Oh I hear your some kind of national champion." I say, "Well I am", cause everyone there nows I am a master player and have done pretty well in some big tournaments...By now I'm getting sick of all the drunks and am feeling like things are really gonna get ugly.
And they do...now everyone seems to have a beef with some other guy. Everyone is calling everyone out. Everyone wants to bet the world, though I don't think any could afford it, and the fists start to fly.
People are getting hit, ducking, falling, yelling...it's pretty chaotic. Finally the main mouth gets pinned to the ground and I decide it's time to leave. I exit the bar as multiple squad cars are racing to get there...also,due to the nature of my job it would not be a good idea for my name to be involved in police reports of that nature.
Anyway, as is usually the case...i just wanted to spend some time with my bro and shoot a little pool. Would any of you Azers have bet it up for the hundred dollar sets, given the situation?..just curious.
