We were "Low Man Buys," from Fargo, ND.
I think there were about 700 teams that started on Wednesday. 96 of these advanced to Friday, and 16 advanced to Saturday. We made it to Saturday on the B side and lost our second match to take 9-12.
I was wondering whether we had run across any azbers. I don't have all the sheets, but some of the teams we played were
MRI - Rockford, IL
Scabs - MN
Boston Big Guns - Medicine Hat, AB
Sportsman Bar/Viking Cue - WI
Playin Thru - Ft. Myers, FL
(I think) Team 2 Beat - GA
Kue Control - Ogden UT
We lost first to Strateagery - CO [Scott Tollefson, Tom Ross, Bob Winter, Chisolm Woodson, and Bob Keller].
We lost our last match after being up 12 to 10 (race to 13). So we needed to win just one of the last three games. One of those games was a break and run from the other team. But we had open shots in the other two and just didn't do it. The team that beat us out on the hill was from Chicago area (Jim Engels, Jeff Jones, Pete Wilson, Bob Pisut, Danny Garza, and Louis Galvin).
Anyway, we had a good time. I did get to see a few azbers: Cornerman Fred, onepocket chump john, mike in iowa...
We were pretty bummed out after the loss, but it helped to have some really fun and funny teammates. One of my teammates could put Howie Mandel to shame. After losing out, we slammed down a few at the splash bar and boarded a bus for downtown. There were probably a dozen people on the bus, and we were all on the raised area on the back two thirds of the bus. That left a sideways line of three comfortable empty seats--the obvious choice of any new person boarding the bus. The bus stopped every couple blocks on the trip downtown, and one person got on each time.
The first person got on and headed for the empty seats. As he was bending his knees to sit, a voice--startling all of us-- yelled "NO. DON'T SIT THERE."
The person abandoned his plan and climbed to the upper portion of the bus.
The next person gets on and heads for the empty seats. Once again teammate Flash yells, "DON'T SIT THERE!" Same result.
Next person.
Flash: DON'T SIT THERE!
rider: Why not?
Flash: You don't want to know.
rider finds a seat up top, which is getting kinda full.
next person.
Flash: DON'T SIT THERE!
rider: Why , is it wet?
Flash: Yeah, it's wet.
rider squeezes in up top.
next person
Flash: DON'T SIT THERE. IT'S WET!
rider squeezes in up top.
next person
Flash: DON'T SIT THERE. I did, and my ass is all wet.
******
We could barely contain ourselves.
You might imagine that someone capable of having fun with people like this might be a lean, mean sharking machine at the table. But you'd be wrong; Flash is neither lean nor mean. One time Flash was giving someone on another team a tough time about something, and a few of us said 'hey, why are you doing that?' Flash said "I'm not normally a Dink. But if you are a Dink to me, I'll be a Dink to you." Though we didn't necessarily agree with it, we accepted the answer and could imagine it was a logical world view in some universe. Then my teammate asked, "So what'd this guy do to be a Dink?"
Flash thought for a minute, then said,
"He was running out!"
The plane ride was really MUCH MUCH better than the bus ride--so good that I can't tell you about it.
mike page
fargo
mike page
fargo
I think there were about 700 teams that started on Wednesday. 96 of these advanced to Friday, and 16 advanced to Saturday. We made it to Saturday on the B side and lost our second match to take 9-12.
I was wondering whether we had run across any azbers. I don't have all the sheets, but some of the teams we played were
MRI - Rockford, IL
Scabs - MN
Boston Big Guns - Medicine Hat, AB
Sportsman Bar/Viking Cue - WI
Playin Thru - Ft. Myers, FL
(I think) Team 2 Beat - GA
Kue Control - Ogden UT
We lost first to Strateagery - CO [Scott Tollefson, Tom Ross, Bob Winter, Chisolm Woodson, and Bob Keller].
We lost our last match after being up 12 to 10 (race to 13). So we needed to win just one of the last three games. One of those games was a break and run from the other team. But we had open shots in the other two and just didn't do it. The team that beat us out on the hill was from Chicago area (Jim Engels, Jeff Jones, Pete Wilson, Bob Pisut, Danny Garza, and Louis Galvin).
Anyway, we had a good time. I did get to see a few azbers: Cornerman Fred, onepocket chump john, mike in iowa...
We were pretty bummed out after the loss, but it helped to have some really fun and funny teammates. One of my teammates could put Howie Mandel to shame. After losing out, we slammed down a few at the splash bar and boarded a bus for downtown. There were probably a dozen people on the bus, and we were all on the raised area on the back two thirds of the bus. That left a sideways line of three comfortable empty seats--the obvious choice of any new person boarding the bus. The bus stopped every couple blocks on the trip downtown, and one person got on each time.
The first person got on and headed for the empty seats. As he was bending his knees to sit, a voice--startling all of us-- yelled "NO. DON'T SIT THERE."
The person abandoned his plan and climbed to the upper portion of the bus.
The next person gets on and heads for the empty seats. Once again teammate Flash yells, "DON'T SIT THERE!" Same result.
Next person.
Flash: DON'T SIT THERE!
rider: Why not?
Flash: You don't want to know.
rider finds a seat up top, which is getting kinda full.
next person.
Flash: DON'T SIT THERE!
rider: Why , is it wet?
Flash: Yeah, it's wet.
rider squeezes in up top.
next person
Flash: DON'T SIT THERE. IT'S WET!
rider squeezes in up top.
next person
Flash: DON'T SIT THERE. I did, and my ass is all wet.
******
We could barely contain ourselves.
You might imagine that someone capable of having fun with people like this might be a lean, mean sharking machine at the table. But you'd be wrong; Flash is neither lean nor mean. One time Flash was giving someone on another team a tough time about something, and a few of us said 'hey, why are you doing that?' Flash said "I'm not normally a Dink. But if you are a Dink to me, I'll be a Dink to you." Though we didn't necessarily agree with it, we accepted the answer and could imagine it was a logical world view in some universe. Then my teammate asked, "So what'd this guy do to be a Dink?"
Flash thought for a minute, then said,
"He was running out!"
The plane ride was really MUCH MUCH better than the bus ride--so good that I can't tell you about it.
mike page
fargo
mike page
fargo
