Let me get the setting of this event situated for you.
You are practicing alone on a 9 foot diamond table. A moron is barking at you for several minutes straight letting the whole room know that you are too chicken to gamble because you mentioned you were there to practice. What he isn't telling the whole room is that he wants weight, and to move to the bar box. Eventually you spark up a game you both agree on. You stay on the big table, 9 ball, winner breaks, rack your own, 9 ball spots on the break. $100, You are racing to 9, him to 6.
You now have 7 racks, and he has 1. You haven't necessarily been running racks, but you have kept control well enough to get where you are easily. While you break and run the next two racks to win the set, the moron is critiquing your EVERY shot. After the set is done the guy asks if you are interested in getting lessons to elevate your game.
Now, on a scale of 1 to snapping a meucci, how angry do you get?
You are practicing alone on a 9 foot diamond table. A moron is barking at you for several minutes straight letting the whole room know that you are too chicken to gamble because you mentioned you were there to practice. What he isn't telling the whole room is that he wants weight, and to move to the bar box. Eventually you spark up a game you both agree on. You stay on the big table, 9 ball, winner breaks, rack your own, 9 ball spots on the break. $100, You are racing to 9, him to 6.
You now have 7 racks, and he has 1. You haven't necessarily been running racks, but you have kept control well enough to get where you are easily. While you break and run the next two racks to win the set, the moron is critiquing your EVERY shot. After the set is done the guy asks if you are interested in getting lessons to elevate your game.
Now, on a scale of 1 to snapping a meucci, how angry do you get?