Quick story. Billy was nine and in a city tournament being held in an old Holiday Inn that no longer is in business. Everyone marveled on how fearless he was in his shot making. Of course it instilled some fear in some other players that relied more on ducking than getting out. Billy is playing an older man that calls attention to himself without realizing it. He's speaking louder with each shot Billy takes.
"Kid! You don't shoot that shot! the percentages are against you and you'll get beat!" (Billy makes the tough shot.) "What the hell are you doing? You got lucky as hell! Now look at the mess your in! There's a good safe in there if you can find it! Are you cutting it? Your gonna sell out! Are you listening to me boy?"
This process repeated itself till he grabs Billy. Now I can't contain myself. I interrupt his dress down of Billy (but by the look on Billys face this guy must sound like Charlie Brown's teacher to him.) I ask the guy who is older than myself. "How old are you?" He answers, "Fifty Four." I say bluntly, "Leave the kid alone and let him shoot. He doesn't say a word when you do."
He gives me the evil eye and sulks as Billy runs the rest of the balls out on him. He refuses to shake hands and talks about Billy just being plan lucky. I yell out across the room to Billy, "Way to go Billy! You've got people scared of you!"
