I have a bad pool story, but I'm not a tournement level shooter, so this is just a bar room story that actually happened to me just this past weekend. Last Saturday I walk into my local home away from home bar and the place is packed. There was nine names already on the board to shoot pool. The minute I walk in one of the guys that is shooting yells out my name and asks if I'm going to put my name up, so I did. Now I'm sitting there watching these guys play while tossing back a couple of cold Buds and a couple of shots with the girls when the guy that wins the game just starts giving me a load of s***. I just blow this off at first because there is always someone who always walks in and wants to kick my ass on the table. Now don't get me wrong, I'm by no means a Johnny Archer or Earl Strickland, but I can more than hold my own against these once in a while weekend shooters, so I'm the one everyone wants to play. Well this guy keeps up his s*** talking the whole time he's playing and I notice that for all the shit he's talking he is getting really lucky on a lot of his shots and that the other guys just suck worse than he does. Well about two games before it's my turn I start to get steamed as hell because this guy just isn't shutting up. Well my turn comes up and as I'm racking the guy asks me if I'm ready to get my a** kicked. I blow this off and tell him to just break and go to get my stick. Well he breaks and starts shooting and in between each shot continues with his BS. He runs out 6 balls and finnally misses leaving me with 7 on the table and tells me I had better not miss, so I think " fine, I won't" I start shooting and everything clicks, my stroke, my speed, Im dead on the CB and I just start clearing the table leaving myself exactly where I need to be for the next shot. Well after about three shots everyone shuts up and the place is dead quiet, I mean if it werent for the music you could have heard a pin drop. Everyone likes to see me shoot and was looking forward to me shutting this guy up and getting him off the tabel. I run out and leave myself dead perfect on the 8. I line up my shot and guess what, I fricking miss. I was totally stoned. There was no way I could miss that shot, but there it was sitting right on the lip staring straight back at me. I have never been so pissed/embarressed in my entire pool shooting life time. It took 4 shots and 3 beers to calm me down. Now tell me that isnt a bad pool story. I know it isnt for money in a tournement or anything, but man was my pride wrecked. ( I played him 3 games later and left him with six on the table though, so it was all good)