Has anyone ever had the better players get mad at you for entering "their" tournament?
I used to play Master at VNEA state voluntarily, not because I had earned my way there. I figured, like so many here, that I could play the state's best players for a small entry fee and improve my game, which is my main goal.
The reason I ask is, I once beat a guy in the first round and I was told that he was complaining about my being in the Masters and that he lost to the worst player in it, etc. I was dumbfounded at first.
Then my teammates all said I shouldn't play at that level as I hadn't earned it.
I've since quit doing it...I was sick of taking the grief. It's not a big deal, being only once a year and all, but geez, I don't understand the complaints. How would I, "the worst player in the event," harm anyone? I'd think they'd want my easy money.
Anyone else have others complain about your decision to play in a higher level event? How did you handle it?
Jeff Livingston
I hadn't picked up a cue in 10 yrs. when I decided enter a monthly $20 9 ball tourney on a whim. I just wanted to have some fun.
During the match, the first guy I played said things like "Why do they let chumps like this enter these things? Oh, well, I guess someone has to donate to the prize fund!" and crap like that during the entire match. He won 9-5. When he shook my hand, he said. "Come on back and donate again next time."
To say the least, it pissed me off.
I went to the other side of town, found a nice tight 9 footer and practiced 8 to 10 hrs. everyday for 6 weeks with the intent of teaching this boy a lesson he wouldn't forget.
I went back, found the guy and said "I'm ready to donate again." We played races to 9 even for $50 and I pounded him 3 sets, 9-2, 9-1 and 9-3.
The crap that came out of his mouth was priceless. The best part, after he started to calm down a little, was the look on his face when I offered him the 8 for the whole $150. He turned red faced, couldn't talk and just started stuttering like he was having a heart attack.
I couldn't help it. I started laughing my ass off along with his buddies that were watching.
Once he calmed down, we played, with me giving him the 8 and I pounded him 9-2. At the end of the set, he busted his cue in half, threw it on the floor, started screaming at the top of his lungs all the while jumping up and down on the pieces of his cue stick.
As this was going on, I packed up and headed to the door. I couldn't help myself. I had to take one more dig. I turned to him across the room and said, "By the way, anytime you see me, you got the same game. You got the 8 for life!"
I would see him ocassionally but we never played again.
There are jerks in all walks of life but this sport seems to have an abundance of them.
I don't care what level someone is. If they throw their money in, let 'em play and have a good time.
Stones