I used to live with a married couple-the husband was from Nigeria.
After moving in, him and I became pretty good friends. One of the reasons the wife wanted me to live with them was because I posted that I had a love for billiards on Craigslist. So after a week or so, him and I went out and played some pool.
Now you know I wasn't going to lose. So I made sure to whoop his ass. Every. Single. Game. But he did put up a good fight. He was the kind of player who could run out from anywhere on the table and never once played shape. It didn't matter where you left him, he would make the craziest shots. Those kind of players almost bug me more than the ones who win games off of a plethora of good rolls.
After talking about how incredible of a player he would be if he had just played shape, we started talking about when and where we started playing pool. In Nigeria, they actually play with ping pong balls. No shit. Ping pong balls. And sticks or branches from trees for their cues because they're so poor.