I just found this looking through old threads. It was posted by member gromulan who hasn't posted in a while. I thought those who haven't seen it should...
A few years ago I was new in town and I started playing a guy who is a very well-known player in the Southeast, who is famous for playing very well for all stakes, for being pretty much totally crazy, and for the amazing amount that he drinks.
We start playing for about $50 a game and the match goes on for several hours. For almost the entire time my opponent is drinking double Jack Daniels, one right after the other. I'm stuck a few hundred, but I play straight and I figure that eventually, the drinking has to get to this guy. Hours pass and the game continues. Finally we get to the point where my opponent has a long, back-cut shot on the eight ball the length of the table. The cue ball is near a rail and he has to jack up and draw the ball to keep from scratching in the opposite corner.
He is preparing to make this shot but, unknown to us, the bartender in this place had a dog, a big German Shepherd, who he was messing with, tickling it and getting it all worked up. He must have turned away from it or something because just as my opponent was about to shoot this shot, the dog came running out from behind the bar, put both of his front paws up on the rail of our table, and barked.
BAM, my opponent shot the eight ball in like it had eyes, the cueball danced across the table and back and ended up four inches from the nine ball, straight in.
I went to rack the balls and said, "Man, didn't you even see that dog?"
My opponent replied, "You mean that was a real dog?"
That was a little over-the-top for me, so I just quit a couple of games later.
A few years ago I was new in town and I started playing a guy who is a very well-known player in the Southeast, who is famous for playing very well for all stakes, for being pretty much totally crazy, and for the amazing amount that he drinks.
We start playing for about $50 a game and the match goes on for several hours. For almost the entire time my opponent is drinking double Jack Daniels, one right after the other. I'm stuck a few hundred, but I play straight and I figure that eventually, the drinking has to get to this guy. Hours pass and the game continues. Finally we get to the point where my opponent has a long, back-cut shot on the eight ball the length of the table. The cue ball is near a rail and he has to jack up and draw the ball to keep from scratching in the opposite corner.
He is preparing to make this shot but, unknown to us, the bartender in this place had a dog, a big German Shepherd, who he was messing with, tickling it and getting it all worked up. He must have turned away from it or something because just as my opponent was about to shoot this shot, the dog came running out from behind the bar, put both of his front paws up on the rail of our table, and barked.
BAM, my opponent shot the eight ball in like it had eyes, the cueball danced across the table and back and ended up four inches from the nine ball, straight in.
I went to rack the balls and said, "Man, didn't you even see that dog?"
My opponent replied, "You mean that was a real dog?"
That was a little over-the-top for me, so I just quit a couple of games later.