All this talk about "savers" reminded me of this. I'd forgotten about this stop back in the early nineties. Hope you enjoy the humor in this little tale.
Well, we stopped into Atlanta on our way to Jacksonville, Fla. on our way to see a buddy of mine from college. Scott Wright and me were the main characters in this one. The opponent was, and will, remain unnamed because most everyone around that area WILL know him. Let's call him Bill. Scott was playing at a crazy level. He even beat Tony Ellin a couple of sets even, cheaply. Well, we stopped into this bar called "Club Anytime." (I even hear it's still open) It was 4:00 AM and we'd drank and taken a couple of things resembling talc for almost 12 hours straight.
We walked in and the place was packed. There were four (?) barboxes that I immediately put up quarters on two. We nickled and dimed about a hundred before Bill approached us. "Wanna REALLY gamble? That eight ball for $5 isn't gonna really pay you guys." So, long story short, Scott played him for about four hours for $50 a game and busted him. Even ended up giving him the seven. I think we were $550 up. He wasn't mad at all and even offered us some more talc. (Thanks to Jesus those days of always partying are over) Well, we checked into a hotel and slept for almost 18 hours. Whew! That all night stuff takes it's toll after three days of it. Anyway, it was time to find a poolroom. And find one we did. It was the Wagon Wheel. Action everywhere.
I was playing $20 a game and my "guy" had just quit when Scott came over and was pretty pissed. The guy he'd been playing just quit after Scott clipped him for $120. The guy was REALLY loud talking trash to Scott about "his player" he was gonna bring in. This guy would give Scott the seven and we had to put up a thousand. If we didn't, we were "pus#$#$, and co#$suckers. Well, I figured the way Scott had been playing, fu#$ it. "Post it up, Judy!" I let him know. Well, guess who it was? It was Bill. Instead of saying anything, Bill slipped us a message that he wanted 20% back if he lost. Deal, Lucille. It didn't take long to before Scott took it down. Then, the stakehorse pulled out a .38 and demanded the cash back. Guess who stopped him and calmed him down? Bill. He even talked him into playing again. Even, this time. Scott took it down just as quick. Guess who came in next? Keith McCready. I just told Scott to put up his cue and get the car warmed up. Scott didn't even know who Keith was. I did.
Ten years later, guess who I ran into in Spartanburg, SC? Bill. He said that the guy who'd put up his money really was gonna kill us if we didn't give it back. We evidently didn't know how close it was.
Oh, to be early twenties again. Wow, what a trip.
Well, we stopped into Atlanta on our way to Jacksonville, Fla. on our way to see a buddy of mine from college. Scott Wright and me were the main characters in this one. The opponent was, and will, remain unnamed because most everyone around that area WILL know him. Let's call him Bill. Scott was playing at a crazy level. He even beat Tony Ellin a couple of sets even, cheaply. Well, we stopped into this bar called "Club Anytime." (I even hear it's still open) It was 4:00 AM and we'd drank and taken a couple of things resembling talc for almost 12 hours straight.
We walked in and the place was packed. There were four (?) barboxes that I immediately put up quarters on two. We nickled and dimed about a hundred before Bill approached us. "Wanna REALLY gamble? That eight ball for $5 isn't gonna really pay you guys." So, long story short, Scott played him for about four hours for $50 a game and busted him. Even ended up giving him the seven. I think we were $550 up. He wasn't mad at all and even offered us some more talc. (Thanks to Jesus those days of always partying are over) Well, we checked into a hotel and slept for almost 18 hours. Whew! That all night stuff takes it's toll after three days of it. Anyway, it was time to find a poolroom. And find one we did. It was the Wagon Wheel. Action everywhere.
I was playing $20 a game and my "guy" had just quit when Scott came over and was pretty pissed. The guy he'd been playing just quit after Scott clipped him for $120. The guy was REALLY loud talking trash to Scott about "his player" he was gonna bring in. This guy would give Scott the seven and we had to put up a thousand. If we didn't, we were "pus#$#$, and co#$suckers. Well, I figured the way Scott had been playing, fu#$ it. "Post it up, Judy!" I let him know. Well, guess who it was? It was Bill. Instead of saying anything, Bill slipped us a message that he wanted 20% back if he lost. Deal, Lucille. It didn't take long to before Scott took it down. Then, the stakehorse pulled out a .38 and demanded the cash back. Guess who stopped him and calmed him down? Bill. He even talked him into playing again. Even, this time. Scott took it down just as quick. Guess who came in next? Keith McCready. I just told Scott to put up his cue and get the car warmed up. Scott didn't even know who Keith was. I did.
Ten years later, guess who I ran into in Spartanburg, SC? Bill. He said that the guy who'd put up his money really was gonna kill us if we didn't give it back. We evidently didn't know how close it was.
Oh, to be early twenties again. Wow, what a trip.
