I think master9baller might lay an egg on the spot if HE were to walk in the room and start calling him a chihuahua.
Now THAT would be pretty funny.
But as in most cases, he would probably bail, and lay off the action to someone else, via the "why don't you go play such and such (insert local world champ), i don't see you asking HIM to play" like most railbird do when their "i like action" bluff is called.
Ain't it the truth.
I remember one year, I was at pool tournament in Richmond with Geese, a good one-hole player. In fact, if ever there should be a One-Pocket Hall of Fame inductee, it should be Geese, but he's dead and ain't got nobody who remembers him or even cares, for that matter, except me.

At any rate, the tournament was short two players to get more money added, and so I agreed to play in the tournament. I was hitting 'em a wee bit back then but nowhere near the strength of those eggs in that tournament.

I paid the entry fee, and my first round was none other than one of Virginia's finest: Freddy Boggs. They called our names to play on the front table. I looked around and saw Freddy licking his chops when he saw his opponent. I got a real serious look on my face and said, "I'm getting me a pinch shooter to play for me," pointing over to Geese.
The whole place busted out laughing. Freddy gave me the first break and proceeded to barbecue me in front of a full house, with me scoring a big fat goose egg. :grin-square:
I can laugh about it today. :wink: