What really happened in Betmores Basement
Hi Willie.
I have been remiss in not posting a reply long before now. Re-reading your post (even though more contemporaneous with the “event”) , I am trying to decide whether you
a) are exhibiting symptoms of early onset of Alzheimer’s
b) have taken modesty and grace to a new level (certainly well beyond your AZ reputation, which I notice is all over the place)
c) transformed gamesmanship to high art
I vote for three parts b and one part c.
What really happened is this:
After having cleverly sent me on a circuitous route to your home, I arrived at just a slight emotional disadvantage. Introductions, 5 minutes of wall photo jeopardy, and to the table we go.
Me (after a minute or two of warm-up, noticing nice tight pockets): “great table”
Willie (with a tinge of deprecation): “thanks, but the pockets are not as tight as I like”
Me (unspoken): hmm, clever reply…let the games begin
Nine ball: Irondon races out to something like 4-1 lead. Slowly, methodically, Willie erases gap…ultimately Willie gets his stroke humming and it is over… Final is 10-8 Willie…Betmore family goes crazy upstairs and I start looking for hidden video camera
14.1: Despite a late rally by Willie, vengeance is mine.
All kidding aside, I immediately noticed appreciable improvement in Willies game from the level he played at in Derby City. A true gentleman; wonderful, gracious family all around; and great playing conditions make this a must stop when traveling to the Indy area.
Thanks again Willie, see you in Louisville.