allen_jr said:
Very good to see you on the forum, Allen! Show dad how to create an account so he can respond to some of these posts himself. Some, I imagine, would drive him NUTS to read.
Here's my only pool gambling story with Allen:
Last summer, I was in Vegas playing Mike McAndrew (Shadow) at some 14.1 at Pool Sharks. We usually play races to 150, with him spotting me 50, for dinner of our choice. This usually works out to a $100 bet for a dinner for two at a nice place in Vegas.
Soooooooo.... I play over my head and beat Mike at the dinner bet, which was the very first time out of maybe 4 or 5 attempts. We were playing on the "pit" table, for those familiar with the room. Allen was sitting above the pit, looking down, watching the match.
"Man, I don't think you can beat Dave!" Allen said, completely instigating Shadow. "Dave, how do I get a chance to win MY dinner??"
Well, here was my chance. I didn't want to come up with anything too "gaffy" for Allen because if I won, I wouldn't feel solid about it...so what's the point of playing. I thought long and hard how I could play one of the best straight pool players ever at a fair game.
"OK, here's the move. You go to 50 and I go to 10, and I break." I said to Allen. My rationale was if I put a good break on him, no matter what, he'd have to run out 50 to get the dinner. I felt if he missed a squeaker somewhere, I was definitely running 10.
Mind you, Allen hadn't hit a ball since the day before, so I had the "HE'S COLD" factor going for me on top of my adrenaline rush from beating Shadow.
Here's the result of my break shot:
I'm now officially in $50 action with Hopkins (since we'd all pay up at the same meal).
I thought to myself, "Ya know, that ain't bad for a non-player... I'll take that everyday with all the pressure on him not to miss 50 from there."
He screws together his cue, walked up to the rack, looked it over for a few seconds, gets into his sta.....*BAP!!!!!!!!*
Not a millisecond after his torso set into the shot, his cue popped forward the loose ball on the left side of the rack RIFLED into the pocket and exploded half of the rack away. Needless to say, he didn't miss a ball. Not only didn't he miss a ball, he never made a ball in either corner pockets up-table. After he cleaned up the first rack, he continued to break apart each additional rack in 1/4's...popping out 3-4 balls at a time. It was the most perfect run I've ever seen. As a matter of fact, if it wasn't for the fact we were heading out to eat..... HE'D STILL BE RUNNING OUT TO THIS DAY... that's how perfect it was.
Cafe Chloe... Shadow bought Allen dinner, and I bought my own. Free experience!
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