I saw Tony Watson, at age fifteen, giving up the eight to a guy that can break and run out. This was in Charlotte. I'll leave the guy nameless. They were playing $100 a game, and Tony was up $1200 and has only missed one makeable ball. He was literally running around the table screaming, "This shit is too easy, just too easy!" I thought I was gonna laugh out loud, until I saw the face of his opponent. I kind of chuckled, and the guy looks at me like I was gonna get capped. Tony was making him love it, though. Those were the good ol' days.