crawfish said:
I was thinking back about the time I was jarred. I usually drink and play. However, a fella that I normally play even with offered me the seven and the break if we bet $500 a set. After my sixth beer (which is a starter for those that know me) I couldn't even stand. My sight was blurred and my mouth was watering. Weird feeling. I have done my share of about everything, but this was potent. I woke up with the worst hangover in the world. And...I don't get hangovers. If I do, there's been 20-30 put down. Anyway, any stories?
You never really get undeniable proof of this sort of thing, but I'm pretty sure I was jarred one time in California. I won't mention the town or the pool hall, but it's a pretty well known place in a major city. I was in town for business, and just wanted to hit some balls, didn't have my cue or anything. After a while, somebody asked me if I wanted in a $20 tournament, so I said why not.
I won my first 3 or 4 matches in this little single-elim tourney, and as I'm finishing a rack, I notice there's a guy standing next my chair, very close to my beer. I go to my chair to get a swig of beer and hit the powder bag, and the guy that's been standing there says something like "so I see you beat the champ", to which I replied "dude, I don't know a soul here, but everybody I've played so far played pretty strong, and I feel lucky to have gotten by them."
Well, I went on to win that match, but about midway through the next one I started feeling like I was going to absolutely die, sweating like a pig, stomach in knots, dizziness, fatigue... just general brutality. Needless to say, I couldn't lose that match fast enough. Yacked on the sidewalk on the way back to the hotel, and felt like ass for two whole days afterward. I had four beers (an appetizer for me) and didn't eat anything at the pool hall, so it was pretty clear to me what had happened.
Nowadays I don't match up or play in tourneys in foreign lands unless I've got somebody with me to watch my back (and my Budweiser). Sucks that you have to worry about BS like that; nobody in my home room would ever think of such a thing.
Aaron