The gambling for food thread reminded me of something from long ago. I have gambled to be able to eat more times than one but this is about someone else.
A road player came into a small bar I was in, no doubt planning to pump up after a rough trip through Greenway. After a few games for small stakes where he was obviously stalling a bit and I was laying low but winning most of the games, he called me to the head of the table. "You know I am stalling, I know you are stalling, let's cut the crap and play pool." He introduced himself by a different name than he had given when he came to the table and the battle was on. The hours that followed were some of the most intense and fun I have ever had on a pool table. The other player was obviously enjoying himself as much as I was.
Only when he handed me his last dollar did I realize he was playing for every cent he had. He was busted flat and far from home. Walking sticks didn't really go with barrooms but I offered him enough to eat on and a tank of gas since he said he would be fine once he made it back to a pool hall. All he would take was a couple of dollars for gas.(It was about thirty cents a gallon then, I said this story was from long ago!)
I have played a lot of people until one of us was busted but he remains the only one that was laughing and smiling when he bet his last dollar. A true road warrior. He wanted to do a little traveling together and left his name and a contact number. The road kept calling me and I had far better gigs at home so I threw the number away. Sad to say, I can't even remember his name anymore.
Hu
A road player came into a small bar I was in, no doubt planning to pump up after a rough trip through Greenway. After a few games for small stakes where he was obviously stalling a bit and I was laying low but winning most of the games, he called me to the head of the table. "You know I am stalling, I know you are stalling, let's cut the crap and play pool." He introduced himself by a different name than he had given when he came to the table and the battle was on. The hours that followed were some of the most intense and fun I have ever had on a pool table. The other player was obviously enjoying himself as much as I was.
Only when he handed me his last dollar did I realize he was playing for every cent he had. He was busted flat and far from home. Walking sticks didn't really go with barrooms but I offered him enough to eat on and a tank of gas since he said he would be fine once he made it back to a pool hall. All he would take was a couple of dollars for gas.(It was about thirty cents a gallon then, I said this story was from long ago!)
I have played a lot of people until one of us was busted but he remains the only one that was laughing and smiling when he bet his last dollar. A true road warrior. He wanted to do a little traveling together and left his name and a contact number. The road kept calling me and I had far better gigs at home so I threw the number away. Sad to say, I can't even remember his name anymore.
Hu
