Sometimes We, As Poolplayers, Take Things a Little Too Seriously

crawfish said:
Due to all the *****ing and moaning lately, I thought maybe I'd lighten things up and tell a cute little story about how we might, just MIGHT take things a little too seriously. This is a short while back, so if my lady reads this.... it was pre "us."

So, I'm at a swimming pool, drinking and talkin' normal guy shit. We had quite the group gathered. Well, there were some pretty good looking talent there, also. We all played volleyball, and it got pretty competitive. Well, this one lady was pretty, "athletic" and kinda hot. So, we got to where, when the chance arose, I'd nail the spike at her on every occasion. So would she, at me, when the chance arose. Well, water volleyball led to talkin' crap about softball, basketball, and other sports. She was blonde, 5'3" , athletic, and competitive. Great.

Well, as you guessed it, the "pool thang" came up. "My dad ran a pool hall in Pittsuburgh." "Oh yeah, well I've never seen you hit a ball and I'll give you the eight." This went back and forth for a while, drinking the whole time (of course). We got pretty friendly and the "pool bond" got me in pretty good. We had gotten a little closer and wrestling in the water and you guessed it. This was gettin' good. So, I talked her into meeting me at the pool later in the evening.

She showed up, bikini ready. Things were going better and better when she suggested to hit the bar. Well, Sharkey's was across the street, so I met her there and she went into the whole "I played daily and taught by the best" crap again. How'd this end?




You guessed it. I gave her the eight and beat her 11-2 for $50. Did I blow it?
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I'll need a name and phone number to verify this story :winknudge::grin-devilish:
 
crawfish said:
You guessed it. I gave her the eight and beat her 11-2 for $50. Did I blow it?
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Definitely. Races to 11 are too long when you've got a lock. You showed a little uncharacteristic softness, I guess forgivable just this once.


Chris
 
What a coincidence I met my wife that same exact same way

except we played for sex...instead of cash

I'm currently down a House, a Car, a dog, a cat, a Schon, a Joss, and a Lucassi
 
Hey fu#$sticks, true story. Swear to you. Randy will verify. I can't give you his number. I did end up doing unspeakable things with her. I just thought this was funny. I guess my ego got me. Huh?
 
crawfish said:
Hey fu#$sticks, true story. Swear to you. Randy will verify. I can't give you his number. I did end up doing unspeakable things with her. I just thought this was funny. I guess my ego got me. Huh?[/QUOTE

Sometimes Crawfish as a Poolplayer, takes what we say a little Too Seriously...Lighten up Francis


I knew this thead would come full circle somehow...Now if I could just see how his story ties to Kevin Bacon
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crawfish said:
Due to all the *****ing and moaning lately, I thought maybe I'd lighten things up and tell a cute little story about how we might, just MIGHT take things a little too seriously. This is a short while back, so if my lady reads this.... it was pre "us."

So, I'm at a swimming pool, drinking and talkin' normal guy shit. We had quite the group gathered. Well, there were some pretty good looking talent there, also. We all played volleyball, and it got pretty competitive. Well, this one lady was pretty, "athletic" and kinda hot. So, we got to where, when the chance arose, I'd nail the spike at her on every occasion. So would she, at me, when the chance arose. Well, water volleyball led to talkin' crap about softball, basketball, and other sports. She was blonde, 5'3" , athletic, and competitive. Great.

Well, as you guessed it, the "pool thang" came up. "My dad ran a pool hall in Pittsuburgh." "Oh yeah, well I've never seen you hit a ball and I'll give you the eight." This went back and forth for a while, drinking the whole time (of course). We got pretty friendly and the "pool bond" got me in pretty good. We had gotten a little closer and wrestling in the water and you guessed it. This was gettin' good. So, I talked her into meeting me at the pool later in the evening.

She showed up, bikini ready. Things were going better and better when she suggested to hit the bar. Well, Sharkey's was across the street, so I met her there and she went into the whole "I played daily and taught by the best" crap again. How'd this end?




You guessed it. I gave her the eight and beat her 11-2 for $50. Did I blow it?
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Good job, no telling what this saved you, but why the hell let her win those two?
 
crawfish said:
Hey fu#$sticks, true story. Swear to you. Randy will verify. I can't give you his number. I did end up doing unspeakable things with her. I just thought this was funny. I guess my ego got me. Huh?
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So you got the cash and the rash. What could be better? ;)

Sounds like she's worthy of hangin around with sum-mo.


KK9 <-- patiently awaiting the youtube version

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wise is good

lfigueroa said:
lol. Funny story.

And when I was a young man, I would have played it exactly the same way. Now that I am older (and marginally wiser), I would have made sure it went hill-hill and let her win.

Immediate gratification and grounds for a rematch :-)

Lou Figueroa
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Had a good date the other night and could not play dead in a western.The line was "well I guess my mind is really not on pool tonight" It was a good night.Just need to find one in georgia and repeat,repeat,repeat.I'm like you Lou ,I just turned 40 and wish I knew what I know now when I was 25 or so.
 
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