A buddy of mine that lives about 25 miles North of me call and said he had a guy at his house that wanted to play $100 a game of 8-ball on his Bar Box. He said the guy owned racehorses or he owned a farm that raised racehorses. I’m very hard of hearing so I’m not sure where the hell he gets his money. He said he couldn’t play the guy for that kind of money but I could. I thought that was kind of weird, as I’m not that much better than him on a bar box, and I damn sure haven’t played for $100 a game many time in my lifetime.
Anyhow I jump in my car and hit the ATM on the way for $600. I figured he would start off for $50 a game. If he were better than me I’d give him $300, kick my buddy in the ass and head home $300 poorer.
When I got there I flashed about $800 so the guy could see I had money. We started for fifty a game and went to $100 a game after I won 4 out of 5 for $50. My heart was beating too fast and very irregular already. I almost gave the guy his money back and quit right then. But after sitting down for a few minutes it settled back in regular rhythm. We played for about two and a half hours more, with me up by $1300+ change. He paid and left after cursing my friend out for setting him up. I threw $350 on the table for my friend and headed home. On the way home I decided my gambling days on the pool table are over. Living is more important to me these days. A few times playing for $100 a game and shooting a tuff game-ball shot, I thought I was going to go into cardiac arrest. That’s it for me. Maybe $5 or $10 a game or $50 sets, but no more of that $100 $hit for me.
On a side note, on the way home I stopped at Cracker Barrel for breakfast. I had brought my cue in because I didn’t want to leave it in the car and I always forget it for days if I put it in the trunk. Anyhow, this guy in his late teens or early 20’s comes over and asks me if I’m that famous pool player from NY. I had no idea who he thought I was, but I signed the back of my check “Great breakfast Ben” “New York JohnnyT”. I do hope he paid my bill…I did leave a five for the waitress. Johnnyt
Anyhow I jump in my car and hit the ATM on the way for $600. I figured he would start off for $50 a game. If he were better than me I’d give him $300, kick my buddy in the ass and head home $300 poorer.
When I got there I flashed about $800 so the guy could see I had money. We started for fifty a game and went to $100 a game after I won 4 out of 5 for $50. My heart was beating too fast and very irregular already. I almost gave the guy his money back and quit right then. But after sitting down for a few minutes it settled back in regular rhythm. We played for about two and a half hours more, with me up by $1300+ change. He paid and left after cursing my friend out for setting him up. I threw $350 on the table for my friend and headed home. On the way home I decided my gambling days on the pool table are over. Living is more important to me these days. A few times playing for $100 a game and shooting a tuff game-ball shot, I thought I was going to go into cardiac arrest. That’s it for me. Maybe $5 or $10 a game or $50 sets, but no more of that $100 $hit for me.
On a side note, on the way home I stopped at Cracker Barrel for breakfast. I had brought my cue in because I didn’t want to leave it in the car and I always forget it for days if I put it in the trunk. Anyhow, this guy in his late teens or early 20’s comes over and asks me if I’m that famous pool player from NY. I had no idea who he thought I was, but I signed the back of my check “Great breakfast Ben” “New York JohnnyT”. I do hope he paid my bill…I did leave a five for the waitress. Johnnyt
