Timberly said:
Ok, now I'm ticked! I didn't know that you had adjusted to the breaks & the 2 out.

I can't play a lick anymore & I remembered you talking about him giving you the 3 out & I told him I would try him at it. LMAO, of course it was 4 am at the DCC when I had a "few" beers in me. In a race to 7 (IIRC) I think I got 4 games... had I been sober, I would've known not to play on those tight diamond pro cut tables and waited until we were in MD playing on buckets. As it is... If you had mentioned the adjustment, I would've remembered that too & I would've asked for it. I might not be able to play very well anymore but I still have a d@mn good break....
LOL!

Yeah, it was pretty pitiful that night in Laurel. Keith was barking at Mike at a local weekly $20-entry-fee tourney, wanting to make something happen. The tournament was over, and I just wanted to go home and get some sleep. Sometimes sleep is a luxury for me, due to work schedule.
Then, somehow or another, after all of Keith's attempts get declined, I get injected into the fray, when Keith spews out these little nuggets: "So how will you play her some?," pointing to me, half-asleep on my railbird's perch. I'm thinking, gee, thanks a lot, Keith.
Having seen Keith spot a Russian one time the 3-and-out, I thought nobody, not even Mike Davis, would ever give this idiotic spot to anyone. So, I blurt out, "I'll take the 3-and-out," thinking he'll just laugh it off, turn away, and I can go home and get some sleep.
Much to my surprise, the UPA soldier replied promptly to my proposition, "Okay. Step on up." I did. He won every single game. Then I asked for more weight. He gave it to me and, again, won every single game. After he was 10 games winner, I did the infamous unscrewing of my stick and retreated back to my railbird's perch, with my tail between my legs. I eventually did get to go home, and I slept happily thereafter, but best is that Keith doesn't use me as one of his bargaining chips anymore.
While I'm completely off topic of the thread, Timberly, have you ever been to the brand-new Cal Ripken Stadium in Aberdeen, MD? I heard they sell fresh hard-shell crabs there during the summer. I think it is Little League games that are played there. I'm wanting to check it out this year. It is really beautiful in that area, upper Maryland, above Baltimore. Surrounded by tall mature trees, warm breeze blowing, sun shining down, fresh Chesapeake Bay crabs, and baseball. Doesn't get any better than that!
Picture of "authentic" autographed Cal Ripken, Jr. bat, a Louisville Slugger, commemorating Cal's good attendance during his career.
JAM