M HOUSE said:Given the number of viewers on this thread, it's obvious there are a lot of Scotty fans out there so I'm going to share a true story with you.
It was the early seventies and Scotty and I were on the road looking for action. We drove into Vicksburg, Ms. with the hope of finding a black player by the name of "Red" who was reported to be good action. After several stops we found someone who said that Red would likely be down at the Monte Carlo, but warned us not to go there. He explained that no "white folks" went into that part of town. Scotty thanked him for the advice and then asked him for directions to the Monte Carlo.
It was still daylight as we neared our destination. It was starting to look like we had been given good advice. I hadn't seen any other "white folks" for a while now. ( Keep in mind that this was a period of time when racial tensions were very high in this area.) When we pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car, we couldn't have drawn more attention if we had landed in a spaceship. Everyone on the street froze in position and stared at us in amazement.
Scotty grabbed his cue and we headed to the front door. We could tell from the noise coming from the building that the place was already packed. What happened next was like a scene out of a movie. We had gotten no more than four steps inside and the whole place had gone deadly silent. I had been through a lot with Scotty, but even I wasn't prepared for what he did next. In a voice loud enough for everyone to hear Scotty asked, "Do any of you ni--ers play nine-ball for money?" To this day I remember my exact thought at that moment, "Oh Sh-t, we're dead".
The silence was only broken when the bartender started laughing and said "You boys gotta be crazy, come over here and let me buy you a drink". Looking back, I don't know if the bartender really thought we were crazy, or was just trying to do whatever he could to prevent a double homocide from occuring in his establishment. Either way, it was a hugh relief to see everyone gradually return to what they were doing before we came in.
We learned that Red was out of town and there were no other players around. Despite Scotty's desire to stick around for another drink, I convinced him we had pushed our luck enough and it was time to go. When we stepped outside I was surprised to see some of the people on street still in the same position as they were when we went in. Obviously, they had been waiting to see if we would make it out alive.
That's the funniest story I've read in a while--- GOOD POST!