Little Nasty Napoleon (Marcus Chamat) came to Metairie, LA once upong a time and made out like he couldn't play one pocket, (I didn't know who he was) said some smart ass comment to get me to play, playing me even - winning a set for three hundred, then gave me 8-7 and robbed me for another three hundred, then gave me 9-7 and stuck me for another 300 then wouldn't give any more weight after that. He could have given me 11-7 and robbed me but he was a punk-ass about it all and I have no respect for him.
On the other hand, Neils came through town and gave me the 6 ball for a two hundred dollar set. I had him 7-5 in a race to 9 and he beat me 9-7 like he was walking in the park. Neils was a little stand offish but I think it was because of the language barrier but I could be wrong about him too. I tease him about coming back to New Orleans when I see him. Neils has my respect for the way he handled himself. Marcus can shrink another inch for all I care.
I've lost plenty of times and I don't mind losing as long as the guy isn't an ass. I've lost plenty of money to Scotty Townsend getting the orange ball but I've won occasionally too. If I lose to Scotty, I have to smile at him because he doesn't do anything to shark you or to make you play except give you a good game you have a chance to win at, or lose.
JoeyA