And I thought I was the only one that felt this way! For some reason, gambling, to some, becomes very personal. It's usually the guys that do all the barking that end up throwing chalk and knocking the cue ball half-way across the room when they scratch. This happened to me just four days ago.
Now keep in mind, I don't gamble on pool to make a living. I'm 32, just finished a Masters degree in Business from Arizona State, and I've held down an Engineering job for the last seven years. The way I see it, we use the money just to keep score. I played a guy, well OK, I trapped a guy, who'd been asking me to play for a couple of weeks. We start at five bucks a game, then he bumps it to 50 dollar sets. I'm down a measly 65 bucks, and I say to him, "OK, I have time for one more set. Wanna go for a hundo?" He says sure. I smoke him 7-2. He goes to flip the coin again, and I say, "I told you I only had time for one more set." So, turns to his old standby...he gets LOUD. "Oh, you're gonna quit up on me!!!" I say OK, race to five for your 35 bucks. I beat him 5 zip in about five minutes. He throws the money all over the table and says, again loud enough so all his buddies can hear him, "you got the table time and next time we play for 500 a set on the bar boxes." Whatever.