I was in Vegas in April for APA singles nationals with Ted Harris. We were sitting in line at 3 am in the morning waiting for Indian food and Ted was telling me stories from the road. He was in Seattle a number of years ago and he was playing a guy they called stinky Bob. Ted asked him...hey why do they call u stinky Bob? This guy, kinda surly snarls back...what? do i look feking clean to you? Ted said he thought well no actually you dont....
So they get to playing 9ball and Ted is winning. Stinky Bob starts complaining about everything and grabbing his chest and saying...jezzus karisttt man.....your killing me! your just killing me....
Ted ends up busting the guy and he cracks his cue, and starts to leave...goes down the stairs about half way and collapses. Dead at the bottom of the stairs.
So they get to playing 9ball and Ted is winning. Stinky Bob starts complaining about everything and grabbing his chest and saying...jezzus karisttt man.....your killing me! your just killing me....
Ted ends up busting the guy and he cracks his cue, and starts to leave...goes down the stairs about half way and collapses. Dead at the bottom of the stairs.