Around 20 years ago, I played against this one young dude several times at Shooters in Olathe KS. He had some obvious mental and/or physical issues, so nobody got mad about this, but he would drool so bad at the table it would run down off his chin, onto his cue, then onto the table — all in one long strand. After the shot he’d wipe it off with his hand. The hand he used to handle the balls.
He would shake uncontrollably walking around the table and standing, but as soon as he got over the shot, he would freeze like a statue — except for the saliva slowly running down — and shoot lights out.
That was the best unintentional sharking I’ve ever seen. Every time I touched the cue ball or a rail, I thought about his drool. Pretty sure he beat me every match.