Pool My Finger
Banned
I don't know about any of you guys, but me personaly, I am sick and tired of most of the so called Professional Railbirds out there who try and make money off of other peoples talent no matter what the cost.
I'm a known gambler who likes to play the best no matter how tough the game. Usually, I have a 6-10 guys who like to come along and it's usually all of them on 1 side of the table and the professional railbirds on the other going back and forth after each game/set. I have no problem with that as long as I know my guys have my back and there wont be any trouble.
This is where the problem comes into play...I usually play "The House Pro" at this place about once a month but it is kind of far away (the next state over). So my guys don't make the trip with me every tim:wink: e and I am usually flying solo. When ever we match up he lets people know because it's good for business and usually packs the house. After a while I started to notice this 1 railbird would be there every time we matched up front and center. He would comment on how easy the shot was every time I would miss or make sudden movements when I was down on a long shot or tough cut. By far one of the shadiest characters you would ever see. No offense to the State of @#!#$@$% but they are known for incest and beastility. So you could probably only imagine some of the people who would come out of the woodworks trying to make a fast buck. You could tell this 1 guy had holes in his socks by looking through his shoes. These guys looked like they were straight out of the movie "deliverance".
Anyway, This is where it gets good. The night before our big monthly match-up I went to my brother-in-laws bachelor party where we drank heavily and at the end of the night we stopped by White Castle where I must've knocked down at least 40 Original sliders and too many onion rings to count. I don't know if you can tell where this is going but after sleeping off my hangover most of the day I got on the road and went to play. sure enough I walked into the pool hall and there he is front and center all ready with his snotty remarks and his weak antics. Little did he know I too was ready for him. every time I passed by lets just say something else passed too. By the end of the night his eyes were watering and his pockets were empty. I got out with their cheese and they certainly didn't want any more of mine.
I guess the lesson is if you keep it clean so will I.
I'm a known gambler who likes to play the best no matter how tough the game. Usually, I have a 6-10 guys who like to come along and it's usually all of them on 1 side of the table and the professional railbirds on the other going back and forth after each game/set. I have no problem with that as long as I know my guys have my back and there wont be any trouble.
This is where the problem comes into play...I usually play "The House Pro" at this place about once a month but it is kind of far away (the next state over). So my guys don't make the trip with me every tim:wink: e and I am usually flying solo. When ever we match up he lets people know because it's good for business and usually packs the house. After a while I started to notice this 1 railbird would be there every time we matched up front and center. He would comment on how easy the shot was every time I would miss or make sudden movements when I was down on a long shot or tough cut. By far one of the shadiest characters you would ever see. No offense to the State of @#!#$@$% but they are known for incest and beastility. So you could probably only imagine some of the people who would come out of the woodworks trying to make a fast buck. You could tell this 1 guy had holes in his socks by looking through his shoes. These guys looked like they were straight out of the movie "deliverance".
Anyway, This is where it gets good. The night before our big monthly match-up I went to my brother-in-laws bachelor party where we drank heavily and at the end of the night we stopped by White Castle where I must've knocked down at least 40 Original sliders and too many onion rings to count. I don't know if you can tell where this is going but after sleeping off my hangover most of the day I got on the road and went to play. sure enough I walked into the pool hall and there he is front and center all ready with his snotty remarks and his weak antics. Little did he know I too was ready for him. every time I passed by lets just say something else passed too. By the end of the night his eyes were watering and his pockets were empty. I got out with their cheese and they certainly didn't want any more of mine.
I guess the lesson is if you keep it clean so will I.
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