Yesterday I went to World class Billiards in Peabody Mass. for the bi-weekly handicapped Nine-ball tournament. The handicaps range from 3-7. That's the number of games you have to win according to your handicap. I'm a seven.
My first match is against a four. After three games the score is 3-0 his favor. At this point I say, "I hope I can win at least a game."
The next game I break in the nine.
My next match, I play a six, should be a five, against me, bad track record.
My next set is another four. He wins 4-1. It's not even that close. He murders me. I ask if he thinks his being a four, is fair? I tell him he should be proud enough to move himself up to a five.
I get through the losers side and end up taking home $100.
Did I mention, "I've never been spotted in my life. I asked Allen Hopkins for the eight-ball one night in Elizabeth, New Jersey. He told me, "You play to good. I can't give you the eight."
The life of a pool player. Isn't it GRAND.
A coupla points:
1) You got back in the first match because you had ALTERNATE BREAK and snapped the 9.
2) The 4 had you down 3-zip and might have beat you. You started sharking him. If he had beat you would you have complained?
3) The next match you play a 6 you said should be a 5. But you go ahead and take advantage that he's giving one game too much and you beat him.Why didn't you tell the T.D. that he should be a 5?
4) You think the cheater should move up to a 5? By the scores you quoted he would have beaten you all as a 7! So what difference does it make?
5) You come in the back door and win $100? You beat all those other 7s in the loser's side? Why, you should be an 8!
6) If I shot as good as you and THE Alan Hopkins wouldn't play because I was too good with an 8-ball spot ,the next words outta my mouth would have been ," C'mon, I'll play ya even."
C'mon Tom. I'm just bustin' your balls a little. But the name of the movie was,"The Hustler," not ," A Day With Mother Theresa."

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