ironman said:
I certainly agree with you on this. I will just add that anyone trying to play stakehorse and offers something so pultry to the player is really sticking his neck out there and begging for whatever happens to him. I certainly don't condone dumping, but I don't like a theif either.
Well, you definitely know what time of day it is.
After reading many of your writings, Ironman, on this forum, it is obvious that you are a veteran and understand pool etiquette. Not everybody gets "it," but you do. :smile:
Years ago, Keith and I went to the DCC, a long 15-hour drive from D.C. to Louisville. When we arrived, the housekeeping staff was behind, and our room, which was supposed to be reserved, was not ready yet. We sat in the lobby, the frigid cold lobby I might add, for 5 hours waiting, waiting, waiting. Thereafter, I became sick with a fever, hot and cold chills, as did Keith the next day. Our pool vacation was ruined,and it hadn't even started yet. :angry:
Towards the end of the week, Keith was feeling a little better, but he spent many days in bed with a high temperature. Time was running out for action. He didn't do well in the tournaments because he was sick the whole time he played.
So we mosey on down to the bar, and there's a whole room of action tables, just waiting for the taking. Keith's nostrils were wide open, I tell you.
Frankly, I was so disgusted at being sick all week that I just wanted to go home, but no, no, no, not my Keithly. He wanted to gamble. Some local Kentucky kid says he'll play bumps with Keith for a cool nickel, and Keith couldn't wait to step up to the plate.
Marcus Chamat was there jawjacking with Keith and me when the kid approached Keith, and so Marcus says he'll back Keith against the kid. I'm thinking that's fine and dandy with me. We were already stuck over $2,000 for the trip. I could sit back and watch the show. It was, of course, a 50/50 split between Marcus and Keith, like most players do with each other.
Everybody soon draws near to watch Keith and the youngster play, and the kid was no chump. In fact, he was a champ and was giving Keith a run for his money. Marcus didn't look so happy anymore sitting on the rail, and soon Keith was stuck two sets.
Keith didn't want to give up, but I was ready to go back to the room. I'd had enough of this nightmare. Keith comes up to me and says, "Give me $500." I said, "What?!" He says, "Look, I know I can beat this kid, and I gotta win Marcus' money back. Give me $500 now." I reached in the cavernous depths of my purse and pulled out $500 and wasn't liking it one bit. In fact, I wanted to just go up to the room right then and there, immediately, so Keith couldn't bite me again after he lost.
And what happened next was pure pool magic. Keith started dancing around the table on the tips of his toes, warping those bank shots in like they had eyes. Before I knew it, he not only had the kid stuck, but the kid was asking Keith for a spot.
When the monies were counted back in the our room, we split it 50/50 with Marcus. I don't think Keith would have been able to get out of that trap if he was getting 20 percent, and I sure as heck would have NEVER agreed to fork out the nickel.
Oh, yeah. Best part of the story, Marcus gave Keith a $200 tip for winning his money back and then some. :thumbup: