My BCA team is in first place with two weeks to go but only ahead by two rounds with $800 for first and $600 for second. There are 4 of us 9s and we would love $200 each for Christmas shopping so there is a lot of pressure.
Well last night we are playing on the tightest table around and I'm shooting a classic one pocket bank on the winning eight ball (last ball on the table) with my opponent directly behind me. I hit it at a good speed and I think I've made it but it rattles.
My opponent who was in his fifties RUNS up to the table while the cue ball is still rolling and BATS the cue ball in the corner pocket with his hand (it was not going to scratch) and shakes my hand with a big smile on his face.
"What are you doing???" His team shouts and then the horror comes over his face as he sees the eight ball is still on the table. He thought I had made it. He was just trying to be silly and "make my shot scratch."
"What do we do now?" He asks. His team informs him that he just fouled and I go through the motions of taking ball in hand and tap the eight in.
The rest of the night we tried to tell him stories of the stupidest things we've done on the table to make him feel better. We couldn't really compete.
Anyone have a story to share?
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Well last night we are playing on the tightest table around and I'm shooting a classic one pocket bank on the winning eight ball (last ball on the table) with my opponent directly behind me. I hit it at a good speed and I think I've made it but it rattles.
My opponent who was in his fifties RUNS up to the table while the cue ball is still rolling and BATS the cue ball in the corner pocket with his hand (it was not going to scratch) and shakes my hand with a big smile on his face.
"What are you doing???" His team shouts and then the horror comes over his face as he sees the eight ball is still on the table. He thought I had made it. He was just trying to be silly and "make my shot scratch."
"What do we do now?" He asks. His team informs him that he just fouled and I go through the motions of taking ball in hand and tap the eight in.
The rest of the night we tried to tell him stories of the stupidest things we've done on the table to make him feel better. We couldn't really compete.
Anyone have a story to share?
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