1) During an APA match, one of our guys has had some drinks. Kind of happy drunk, but capable of just blurting something out. He's a 4 shooting a 3 and the 3 takes a timeout. As is common with APA timeouts, it's taking a little while to discuss the 3's options. So our drunk guy, standing and kind of leaning/weaving against his stick, finally gets tired of waiting and blurts out, "C'mon! What . . . are we building the pyramids here!?!" He ends up making her cry with that statement.
2) During an APA match, our opponent rattles an easy 8. We're already being a little mouthy during the night, but not to the point of poor sportsmanship. One of our guys was taking a swig of beer when the 8-ball rattles, and kind of chokes down his mouthful. Our opponent facing the other direction, doesn't realize our teammate was taking a drink and ends up thinking he made the "choke" noise. He ends up glaring at us the rest of the night and animosity between our teams carries over for a few sessions.
3) After an APA match night, some of our guys get wasted. Two of them have a genius idea to sneak the balls out of the place, who knows why. Well, they don't do a good job of sneaking and the bartender comes running out after them into the parking lot yelling at them to return the balls. Our guys decide to start lobbing the balls to him. The bartender yells more. Our guys decide it's less damaging to return the balls by rolling the rest across the rocky parking lot.
4) During an APA playoff event, one of our guys eats a big smothered burrito. After fermenting inside of his guts for awhile, he lays down what may be the most potent gas I have ever smalled in my life. The bar clears around him by at least 10 feet in all directions and leaves him sitting by himself, beet-red in the face, for at least 15 minutes. I think I lost some brain cells from that one.
5) During a weekly pool tournament with a fairly strong crowd (AA/AAA mostly), one of my buddies breaks and sends the cue ball off the table straight ahead at a wall. He ends up shattering his plastic drinking cup sitting on a shelf. You probably have to know the situation, but it's a crowd where everyone gets along and has a great time and my buddy is one of those guys that pretty much everyone likes. So everyone is hooting and hollering at him for sailing the cue ball off the table, he places the cue ball down, turns around and jaws a little, turns back to break, and does the exact same thing again (no cup this time). Well, that gets everyone really hollering now. So what actually happened on the 2nd break was when he placed the cue ball down for his break, one of the players on the next table snuck a penny, aka launching pad, in front of the cue ball. You probably had to be there for it, but people were rolling.
6) I'm playing some guy, huge guy, at least 250 lbs and full of muscle. I rack the balls for him, stand back while holding my stick in front of me, and he slams into the balls. The cue ball comes whizzing off the table straight at me and smacks my stick dead-on right where my family jewels are. Probably the last time I stood right behind a rack and I still have that lucky stick.
