bad temper
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Once, I was playing the guy on the league that cheers when you scratch, miss a shot, or hook yourself. I was having a really bad day to start with having nothing at all to do with pool.
I lost the first game against him when I broke out a very benign looking cluster and made the 8 ball. Yes, he cheered, whooped actually.
I followed that game by hooking myself, he cheered. Scratching with ball in hand, he cheered; and finally missing a fairly easy bank on the 8 ball, he cheered and clapped.
At that point, it was either forfeit the rest of the match or make my day even worse with an assault charge.
I lost the first game against him when I broke out a very benign looking cluster and made the 8 ball. Yes, he cheered, whooped actually.
I followed that game by hooking myself, he cheered. Scratching with ball in hand, he cheered; and finally missing a fairly easy bank on the 8 ball, he cheered and clapped.
At that point, it was either forfeit the rest of the match or make my day even worse with an assault charge.
Funny story...
Not quite a temper tantrum but, it's about the f word.
I was running a ladies tournament at c m's place in St. Pete 10 years ago and we were down to the quarter finals. One of the gals (hot by most standards) missed a shot and hollered F... ME and 3/4ths of the men in the room raised their hands. It was so funny but she was really mad. She came up to me and said I know, I know and I didn't have to say a word.
Not quite a temper tantrum but, it's about the f word.
I was running a ladies tournament at c m's place in St. Pete 10 years ago and we were down to the quarter finals. One of the gals (hot by most standards) missed a shot and hollered F... ME and 3/4ths of the men in the room raised their hands. It was so funny but she was really mad. She came up to me and said I know, I know and I didn't have to say a word.
While in college I was at the local bar one Saturday night and the place was packed. I had been there since early afternoon and was "feeling no pain" shall we say. We had a small $ ring game going and I dogged an easy shot on the 5-ball (money ball). Without looking, I slammed the butt of my cue to the floor (rubber bumper first, like a spear). Well, it landed right on the top of a girl's foot who was right behind me and immediately brought her to tears. She was in my class, so I bought her a drink that night and apologized to her again in class on Monday.
For me , probably breaking a joint by over twisting my cue in my hands.
Last night tho , a guy next to me nearly tossed over a table. The owners did however, nail him down for all the reset up fees.
Last night tho , a guy next to me nearly tossed over a table. The owners did however, nail him down for all the reset up fees.
The more pissed off I am after a match....the faster I head for the door.
I have shook hands and hit the door before even having my case closed....Forget finishing the full drink and quarter on the table.
The way I see it...the faster I get out of there...the less chance anyone has of seeing me make an ass of myself.........
I have shook hands and hit the door before even having my case closed....Forget finishing the full drink and quarter on the table.
The way I see it...the faster I get out of there...the less chance anyone has of seeing me make an ass of myself.........
When I was 18 or 19 a guy in our room brought in a good player who was a women. Acted like she was his sister or cousin or something. I finally got matched up giving her the 7/8 wild. Got my ass handed to me, it was a complete heist. I was so mad I immediately exited the room with the intentions of leaving. As I'm leaving I see the Caddy of the guy who set me up. I walked up and kicked his door leaving about a volleyball sized shallow dent in the car door. The next day the guy calls me and I tell him to go get some estimates and I will pay him. I think it was like 500 that I gave him. Years later he still had the Caddy and still had the dent in his door.
I broke a bunch of Abe Rich sneaky petes when I was 16-19 yrs old. The last one I remember breaking was when I lost a $100 race to 9 after being up 8-0. I walked outside, screwed the cue together and made like joe dimaggio on the corner of the building outside the pool room. The next time I broke any cue was in 93 when I was playing a set for $200 in Harleys Rack n Cue in Jacksonville and missed an easy combo double hill. I slammed the butt down and the butt cap exploded into a bunch of pieces.
I'm not proud of any of those times above.
Pool has a way of bringing out the temporary insanity in me.
I broke a bunch of Abe Rich sneaky petes when I was 16-19 yrs old. The last one I remember breaking was when I lost a $100 race to 9 after being up 8-0. I walked outside, screwed the cue together and made like joe dimaggio on the corner of the building outside the pool room. The next time I broke any cue was in 93 when I was playing a set for $200 in Harleys Rack n Cue in Jacksonville and missed an easy combo double hill. I slammed the butt down and the butt cap exploded into a bunch of pieces.
I'm not proud of any of those times above.
Pool has a way of bringing out the temporary insanity in me.
jingle said:
Easy man
There are easier ways to meet girls
LOL
BVal said:There is one more option that I use. Finish the match - shake his hand. Never give up
BVal
That's what I would do today, I had a shorter fuse back then. I believe that is the closest I've ever come to actually hitting someone before being physically attacked first.
