A funny story with Bora and myself.
He was woofing at me at Marrietta Billiards. Didn't know him from Adam's housecat. He demanded the sun and moon. I told him where the sun don't shine. Some dude behind him, wearing a cowboy hat and a bad manicure, said "Jump in the box". This guy was so big, so ugly, loudspoken and toothless that his gums surely woke up on both sides of the bed. Me doing a doubletake doesn't cover it.
So, Bora and I tangled. Race to 9 for 5 dimes. I was down 4-2 when he commented:
"How do you like me now?" That kinda ticked me off. I jumped at him, but Mr Cowboy 6 foot 4" backer intercepted and horsecollared me. But then... I saw out of the corner of my bursting eyes - Pinky delivered a swift kick to Bora's middle leg. That kinda shifted momentum, as he couldn't catch his breath.
I won, 9 - 4. Never got paid though. Where's the check brother??!!!

(< 3 winks means it's fiction)
Merry Christmas Bora, hope you get back to making 3 in a row soon.