I joined a BCA in house league 2 sessions ago. I had the 8-ball game of my life, that I will never forget.
I never played against this guy and my team mate said he was one of the best in the league. He never gets rattled, hardly ever talks, and runs out a lot. So I figured when he broke and didn't make a ball, this was going to be my only trip to the table.
I was hooked on the 8-ball and pinned down on the side cushion. I made a tough bank into the rail and snapped off a kick to make my first ball. Then I had a tough 87-89 degree cut. After every shot I made (there was no chance for playing shape, because of how hard each shot was to pocket) I had little to no leave on the next ball.
So, after a couple of crazy kick shots, a needle threading bank, and a couple more massive cuts, I find myself facing a 91 to 92 degree cut on the last ball before the 8 to win. I hit the rail first with massive spin and spun the cue ball into the object ball and it slow rolls down the rail hanging and then falls. As soon as I looked up, the cue ball kisses off one of his and scratches. All I did is look up at him smile and shrug my shoulders in a "oh well" manner.
He took ball in hand and got down to hit a dead simple straight on shot in the corner and stops and looks up at me in complete disbelief. He looked back down, shot, and missed it. He left me a tap in 8-ball. The people watching from his team were standing there with there mouths still open from my shots, gaping at him, and my team was going crazy. I shook his hand and said thanks for the game. All he said was, 'uh yeah." Then to one of my team mates as I was walking away he asks, "where did you find that guy?"
BTW, it was fun writing about this, since I hadn't thought about doing that before. Thanks for the great thread.