Last night, while banging some balls & drinking beer, no other than our hero Bob Jewett walks into the pool-hall. Since I've always wanted to play him, I asked if he was up for some BCA 8-ball. He said he was about to meet someone, but sure, he could always squeeze in a game -- and up came the Balabushka.
After getting some tea (to stick it to us beer drinkers, I guess) we lagged for the break, which I won, and off we went... playing some spectacular pool. NOT!
Anyways, when I beat him, he said that this was just a warmup game, so we played yet another game -- which I also won.
So after he ran off with the tail between his legs (mumbling something about Norwegians should be banned from society), I was gleefully thinking that perhaps I should never again play him -- keeping a perfect score against this sulky Swede.
-- peer
(Bob, your vote won't count ;^)
After getting some tea (to stick it to us beer drinkers, I guess) we lagged for the break, which I won, and off we went... playing some spectacular pool. NOT!
Anyways, when I beat him, he said that this was just a warmup game, so we played yet another game -- which I also won.
So after he ran off with the tail between his legs (mumbling something about Norwegians should be banned from society), I was gleefully thinking that perhaps I should never again play him -- keeping a perfect score against this sulky Swede.
-- peer
(Bob, your vote won't count ;^)