I'm so sorry to read this. Speaking as someone who has been around alcohol abuse, the only person who can stop it is the person themselves. Unfortunately, it usually ends up with a nudge from the judge, hospitalization, or jail.
I used to drink alcohol back in the '70s, mainly beer, but I was not a good drunk. I'd either get angry and start acting like a fool in public or I'd get very emotional and start crying about everything. Not a good look.
When Keith McCready and I used to go to pool tournaments around the country, everybody in the tournament had a bottle of water by their table, except Keith. He had the familiar Budweiser brown bottle. Keith, unlike me, was a happy drunk most times, and it was uncanny how he could play pool at the level he did drinking a lot of beers. And I mean a lot. It's not fun, though, to be around someone who's stone-cold drunk and you're sober as a judge. Not fun at all, in fact,
At the 2003 U.S. Open, Tropical Storm Isabella caused power outages in Virginia, and the tournament went dark for 2 days, which ended up making the tournament go late until 2, 3, and 4 a.m. in the morning the night before the semifinals. That Saturday night after his match ended, at 1:30 or 2 a.m., Keith was really, really drunk. He started talking to Jose Parica, and I could see Jose wanted to get back to his room and get away from Keith's silliness. Niels Feijen and his girlfriend Katrina (now married) were watching this unfold and looking at Keith and then me. I was doing everything I could to get Keith back to the hotel room, but he did not want to go. He wanted to stay in the pool venue, even though almost everybody was gone.
Keith had to play Jeremy Jones at 11 a.m. Sunday for the hot seat. Keith finally got to sleep about 5 a.m. and woke up hungry. I went downstairs to get him breakfast, but he was so hungry that he went in our room fridge and ate bad mayo and bad meat from the power outrage. He immediately got sick from food poisoning, going to the bathroom and throwing up. Needless to say, between the food poisoning and being hungover, Keith lost each match on Sunday and came in third place.
Yeah, I'm not a fan of alcohol at all, and the new pool rooms all have to sell alcohol to stay afloat. I prefer the old-timey pool rooms that just sold pool, good food, and fresh coffee. Gone are those days. In sum, pool and alcohol do not mix.
Keith feeling no pain on Saturday night after defeating Jose Parica on the live stream table and me with a worried look. Hahaha!
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