At a Glass City Open held in Toledo, OH -- I can't remember the year, maybe 2004 -- Charlie "Hillbilly" Bryant was getting ready to play a money rounds match against Keith "Earthquake" McCready.
Before the match, McCready was knocking balls around on their designated table, trying to get warmed up. He arrived 20 minutes or so before the match. Soon thereafter, Charlie made his presence known and asked if he could warm up too. Everything seemed normal, as most tournaments go. There were some polite exchanges made between the two.
The match progresses, and it was hard fought. Keith was warping balls in, and Charlie was breaking like a cannon, making 4 and 5 balls on the break sometimes.
If memory serves me right, it came down to the infamous double hill, with Keith breaking. Now, anybody who knows Keith's game is well aware that breaking is not his strong suit.
The crowd soon came to a quiet hush, as Keith addressed the table, getting ready to crack the rack. You could hear a pin drop, and you could cut the air with a knife, the tension was so think. I bit off all my nails and was sitting on my hands, hoping for the best.
McCready garnered all the strength he could muster to break the balls, and he fired. When the cueball hit the rack, it wasn't hard enough to break an egg. Nothing fell, but even with the weak hit, the balls miraculously seemed to blossom out just like a flower. :sad:
Charlie couldn't get to the table fast enough to run out for the almighty win. Speaking of eggs, you could have fried an egg on Keith's head right about then, as he was watching Charlie prancing around the table, running out with ease.
Hillbilly triumphed. Keith immediately unscrewed his stick and ran out the tournament room. I followed him to give him a few consoling words, since the match was so close. Keith was irate, spitting mad, stating that Charlie deliberately snorted right as he was pulling the trigger to break. :angry:
Now, I gotta say truthfully that I was there, sitting right on the rail, 5 feet or so from the table, and I never once heard Charlie snort. Not even a sniffle. But Keith ranted and raved over and over again how Charlie sharked him with a loud snort right when he was trying to break.
Soon Charlie approached us out in the hallway and overheard Keith spouting off at the mouth. Charlie swore up and down he didn't think he snorted and didn't mean to snort, if he did, but he did say that he suffered from sinuses from time to time.
I know for a fact that if Keith had made a good break and won that match against Charlie, he would have never heard any snort. That's my story, and I'm sticking with it! :winknudge:
Singing:
Ya know when that shark bites, with his teeth, babe. Scarlet billows start to spread.