Grudge Match Summary, the REAL story (and photo's)
Unfortunately for the members of the AZB room, breakup DID show up for the event. After downing several unspecified bottles of medication, and multiple beers his behavior improved to the point where the match could actually begin.
Grady Mathews did the introductions, and served as referee the first few racks (see mthornto's video). He also put up a prize for high run during the match (won by me with a stellar 13 ball run - which of course would have been 113 if I had had a more congenial opponent). The evil breakup dashed out to an early 27 ball lead, but a few tough racks later (unfortunately not caught on film), I was able to catch up, and developed a comfortable lead (70-60).
Once the cinematographer and referee left the venue, however, breakup's behavior quickly deteriorated. He was twitching, jerking, drooling; and continued to make vague references to Jodie Foster and her great admiration for him. He was chewing on an unusual chunk of something (??walrus blubber??, ??marmot jerky??). When he borrowed my cue extension, he left an enormous amount of grease on my extension, which then transferred to my cue. I had to quit the match in protest. No one could be expected to continue under those conditions.
I removed the stake from the light (1000 jellybeans apiece), and later counted the prize. As I expected, breakup welshed on his bet; only 997 jellybeans were present in his stash - a warning to any of you foolish enough to wager with this seriously disturbed individual.
Here are some pictures:
Unfortunately for the members of the AZB room, breakup DID show up for the event. After downing several unspecified bottles of medication, and multiple beers his behavior improved to the point where the match could actually begin.
Grady Mathews did the introductions, and served as referee the first few racks (see mthornto's video). He also put up a prize for high run during the match (won by me with a stellar 13 ball run - which of course would have been 113 if I had had a more congenial opponent). The evil breakup dashed out to an early 27 ball lead, but a few tough racks later (unfortunately not caught on film), I was able to catch up, and developed a comfortable lead (70-60).
Once the cinematographer and referee left the venue, however, breakup's behavior quickly deteriorated. He was twitching, jerking, drooling; and continued to make vague references to Jodie Foster and her great admiration for him. He was chewing on an unusual chunk of something (??walrus blubber??, ??marmot jerky??). When he borrowed my cue extension, he left an enormous amount of grease on my extension, which then transferred to my cue. I had to quit the match in protest. No one could be expected to continue under those conditions.
I removed the stake from the light (1000 jellybeans apiece), and later counted the prize. As I expected, breakup welshed on his bet; only 997 jellybeans were present in his stash - a warning to any of you foolish enough to wager with this seriously disturbed individual.
Here are some pictures:
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