for the 1st time in a long time i did not want to go to league last night.
i wore this 59 year old body out this weekend lol.
got up sat morning and busted out a concrete side walk here at the house. then i went and played in a money tournament i posted about in here earlier.
got up sun morning and hauled off that busted up concrete. mowed the yard after that.
then it was time for league and i told my g/f lets stay home. she said she was going and i said ok..bye.
i told her to run the team since i was not going and knrew the co captain was outa town.
i am laying on the couch watching tv and she calls saying she only has 4 there and needs me. she said all the other teams had all their players there even though it was easter.
i said all right. i fired my bike up and rode down there . when i got there i told her she was still running the team cause i did not want the hassle.
she threw me out the 2nd 9 ball match after our 6 who i was suprised showed up put the smack down on one of their 5' by 18-2. they threw another 5 against me.
he breaks 1st and makes 3 on the break. plays a safe .. i make contact but nothing falls. he runs out. 10-0 him. 2 nd rack he makes 3 on the break again and then pockets 1 more before missing. i am down 14-0 already. before i get my 1st point.
due to some decent shooting and some decent safes by me i manage to make it a respectable loss...losing 38-34. not bad after being down 14-0.
later she throws me 8 ball. lo and behold they throw their other 5 that i lost to last week due to some score keeping shenanigans in the singles qualifier . i mentioned that in an earlier post. we both hate losing to the other. i guess you could call it a rivalry...not exactly a heated one but not exactly a friendly one either.
he gets up 2-0 in 2 innings on me. i said fvck this and went in defense mode. i win the next 3 and he wins the 6th rack to make it hill -hill.
next rack i got 2 ball left and they are blocking the bottom right pocket. his last ball is a foot from the same pocket. the 8 is a sitting duck in the bottom left pocket. he hits his ball rail 1st caroming off one of my ball and winds up hanging in front of the pocket blocking both my balls.he walks away from the table grinning ear to ear.
i walk up and look over it knowing 1 lil mistake and i lose the match. after mulling all my options over for about a minute i caromed the cue ball off my ball furthest from the pocket pocketing his ball and leaving the cue ball hanging in the pocket froze against my other ball, aint no way in hell he can get past my 2 balls and make contact with the 8 let alone make it in any called pocket.
he walks up to the table saying aww shit. he looks over where the cue ball is ... looks over where the 8 is.... looks up table trying to figure out how to kick back down to the 8.
after about 2 minutes of just looking at every thing he says damn. starts looking some more for about 2 more minutes and then mutters ....damn bastard. i start chuckling. my g/f asks whats funny. i told her what he said. she started laughing and said you must really have him hooked. about a minute later he mutters aww shit again lol.
then he fires up table with out ever calling a pocket but it don't matter cause he missed the 8 by 2 feet. i make the easiest 3 ball run out i think i have ever had lol.
did i mention i went in defense mode. ? after he won the 1st 2 racks in 2 innings i changed the game completely. the entire match went 43 innings for 7 racks. i played 18 marked defensive shots. he played 7. oh yea ... i played a shit load of 2 way shots also.
after wards he shook my hand and said ...you got lucky.. i said yea ...i got lucky you made it easy for me to run out.
with him knowing that no matter what he tried i was gonna get bih he shoulda pushed my ball that was froze against the cue ball up against the 8. it would have made it a lot harder on me but he never thought of that. lucky me .:thumbup:
we wind up winning 9 ball 67-33. won 8 ball 11-2. maybe i oughta start letting her run the team.
