What brand of chalk? What brand of water? We talking Kamui and Glacier? Or Masters and tap?
Masters and tap

What brand of chalk? What brand of water? We talking Kamui and Glacier? Or Masters and tap?
What kind of odds can I get that this never happened and that Mr. Paul is just trying to stir the pot?
For all of you doubters out there, I'm trying to post some video on Youtube. Shows me running out the final rack with my cane, and Drew handing over the satchel. But I'm technically challenged so....
Wait your turn!!9ballpaul.... I'd like to make a $10k bet that I can stand 10 seconds of water boarding.
Where/when can we make this happen?
If those scrawny starving sand-goons can do it --- I got locks.
9BP is AZ's Hemmingway....who, as many people know, tended to mix
fact with fiction......
...but I keep reading him.
read 9BP....and you'll never get 'board'
But can he fish, really?
Joey, you've got a tourney to contend with. But yeah, the pic in my avatar is the real deal. No photoshop.
Nice catch, that's a good looking fish.
It's too bad that, given the rest of the content of this thread, that there is no way any rational person would believe anything you say...ever.
Maybe if you weren't so full of shit, people wouldn't treat you like you're totally full of shit.
So, this whole thread was just a ruse?
Fug you 9ball for wasting more time.
IGNORE.
Jeff Livingston
You have close to 20,000 posts, and THIS thread wasted your time. lol.
You have close to 20,000 posts, and THIS thread wasted your time. lol.
Dammit, can't give you rep...that cracked me up.
Me too, so I rep'd him for ya ... us Daves have to stick together ... well, some of us anyway
Dave
A certain AZ poster named Drew has been dogging me for months because he disagrees with my politics, as expressed on the NPR forum.
I did my best to ignore him, but he kept pecking away with his comments. Imagine being nibbled to death by a duck.
Finally we met up for a gambling session at Hank's Billiards in Denver.
Didn't surprise me in the least that he's a young punk. I'm an old post-stroke victim who turned 63 years old this summer. I got from my truck into the pool room with the aid of a cane.
As expected, Drew was a young punk -- I'm guessing in his 20s. We started with 9-ball, race to seven. I won the first, Drew offered to double the bet, and I won again. He asked for a spot.
He got the eight first, then the seven, and finally the seven-eight. By that time I was into four figures, but out of respect for Drew, I'll keep the actual figures private. He's a dumb kid with a big mouth and no game to back it up.
Drew was asked to show up with a satchel full of cash. He did. We played the last set for the satchel, because I needed something to transport all the green.
I played that set with my cane. I allowed Drew to play with my Joss West. Drew was on the phone to his mother when I left the pool hall with his satchel of cash.