I went to league tonight and had a few drinks. Played well but our team lost, 11-10.
No big deal. I don't play much anymore.
After league, I was still thirsty so I stopped by the poolroom I used to play at daily. Been there maybe eight times over the last couple of years.
I made the rounds, talking to the regulars I hadn't seen in some time. I bought a few rounds and got plowed under.
I knew I wouldn't be driving home.
A young whipper snapper (old fart term) sees I'm drunk and starts barking at me to gamble. The barking lasted about 3.5 seconds before I said let's go.
I let him pick the table, the length of the race (7) but when he said $20, I said let's play for a hundred and I'll give you the 7 ball.
We settled for $50 on the set. I post up and tell him to do the same.
I win the flip and break dry. He runs out. I haven't seen this kid play in over a year and his game has improved alot.
I see 2 balls when I'm down on the shot and think, WTF? I'M DONATING. So, I put my game on auto pilot. Nothing fancy = Ball, Pocket. Ball, Pocket.
Beat him 7-3, first set but not from great play on my part. He fainted on a few critical shots which was enough for me. Three and four ball outs are my friend.
I grabbed a coin to flip for another set and he grabs his wad out of his pocket and starts counting down. I see alot of ones and some fives.
He has like $52 and he says let's go. Here we go, Ball = Pocket again. I figure out by this time, if I aim between the 2 balls I'm aiming at, I can make 'em.
I know he's on short money, down one set with the pressure on him, so why not?
Again, I gave him plenty chances and again, he fainted. Beat him 7-2.
End of story, he tells me afterwards about all the good players he's beaten even lately and a few people watching verify this. Players, if I'm sober, I'd have a tough time with.
A guy that I know was sweating the match who had a mini stroke about 10 days ago, just got out of the hospital and being a laborer in his job, hasn't worked for a while.
I could tell the poor bastard was sweating more than just being able to pay the rent. He was sweating his life.
I gave him the hundred and bought a round for everybody.
It was free money, so WTF?
The point of the thread is the last three times I've stopped by the joint to have a going home drink over the last year, some young pup has seen me drunk and thought it was easy pickin's.
I whupped 'em all cuz they fainted.
50 years of playing and putting it on auto pilot works sometimes.
Anyway, I thought it was funny and made a good story but then again, I'm still very drunk.
I'll check in tomorrow to see if I made an azz out of myself!
Stones
No big deal. I don't play much anymore.
After league, I was still thirsty so I stopped by the poolroom I used to play at daily. Been there maybe eight times over the last couple of years.
I made the rounds, talking to the regulars I hadn't seen in some time. I bought a few rounds and got plowed under.
I knew I wouldn't be driving home.
A young whipper snapper (old fart term) sees I'm drunk and starts barking at me to gamble. The barking lasted about 3.5 seconds before I said let's go.
I let him pick the table, the length of the race (7) but when he said $20, I said let's play for a hundred and I'll give you the 7 ball.
We settled for $50 on the set. I post up and tell him to do the same.
I win the flip and break dry. He runs out. I haven't seen this kid play in over a year and his game has improved alot.
I see 2 balls when I'm down on the shot and think, WTF? I'M DONATING. So, I put my game on auto pilot. Nothing fancy = Ball, Pocket. Ball, Pocket.
Beat him 7-3, first set but not from great play on my part. He fainted on a few critical shots which was enough for me. Three and four ball outs are my friend.
I grabbed a coin to flip for another set and he grabs his wad out of his pocket and starts counting down. I see alot of ones and some fives.
He has like $52 and he says let's go. Here we go, Ball = Pocket again. I figure out by this time, if I aim between the 2 balls I'm aiming at, I can make 'em.
I know he's on short money, down one set with the pressure on him, so why not?
Again, I gave him plenty chances and again, he fainted. Beat him 7-2.
End of story, he tells me afterwards about all the good players he's beaten even lately and a few people watching verify this. Players, if I'm sober, I'd have a tough time with.
A guy that I know was sweating the match who had a mini stroke about 10 days ago, just got out of the hospital and being a laborer in his job, hasn't worked for a while.
I could tell the poor bastard was sweating more than just being able to pay the rent. He was sweating his life.
I gave him the hundred and bought a round for everybody.
It was free money, so WTF?
The point of the thread is the last three times I've stopped by the joint to have a going home drink over the last year, some young pup has seen me drunk and thought it was easy pickin's.
I whupped 'em all cuz they fainted.
50 years of playing and putting it on auto pilot works sometimes.
Anyway, I thought it was funny and made a good story but then again, I'm still very drunk.
I'll check in tomorrow to see if I made an azz out of myself!
Stones
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Like you sad I just go in auto-pilot and don't think 2 much just shoot some pool