I doubt I'm even a c- when it comes to any kind of rating ... except maybe on the stink-o-meter. I have yet to win any kind of tournament (although I play) and I tend to be that annoying "fun" player .. so yeah, you guys would walk around me to get to another table.
But that's only because I haven't been serious about anything except for the past 6 months or so, I have the excuse of "lack of experience" and "fundamental consistency problems." I'm working on it, no worries there.
How ever, I am the type of guy that used to run around places a cockroach wouldn't go. I have seen many types of people and I can tell when someone is trying to size me up. I used to watch out for fights or getting rolled, but now I have retired from those places that make a hole in the wall look like the Ritz.
A couple of weeks ago a guy comes into the place I hang out now, small hall with no real riff-raff. He is in there for a while just banging balls around and fending off the regulars typical 20 questions when a new guy comes in with his own stick.
Anyway .... after some "time" of him watching me, watching him, watching me he walks over and asks if I want to play a friendly game of anything for $1 a ball.
After a bit of "oh no I can't gamble" and "I'm no good" he offers up the 7, 8, and 9 and I get first break in 9ball! We go to table 2 and begin play. I won of course ...
There's more to the story though... I can't play as well as I would like, my shape "zone" is more like a shape direction! but ....
Table 2 has two dead rails, one crooked rail, chips in the slate in a couple of places, and two pockets wickedly under sized, and balls that stick like Velcro. And guess what table is always available?
Something to be said about home field advantage... and to hustle a hustler just seemed like a notch in the belt.
Does this make me a "nit?"