Just wanted to share a story (kind of long, so forgive me) about my friend and his love for pool.
A couple months ago, a friend and I were in a taxi heading for a regional tournament when he gets a call and his face suddenly turns ghost white. He happens to be famous art appraiser and was supposed to be a judge at a major art exhibition that day. It was about 3 pm in the afternoon and the exhibition started at 2, so he was already way late. He tried to cancel, but it was impossible because one of the prizes was named after him and he was the only one who could judge and hand it out.
So I got out of the taxi and let him high-tail it to the hotel where the exhibition was being held, but in all the commotion, he forgot he still had his cue with him. I wondered if everything went okay and he told me what happened afterward.
He had made it to the hotel and was ready to go inside, but he was still holding his cue and panicked so he stashed it behind some bushes in front of an elementary school half a block away. He then strolled into the exhibition room 2 hours late wearing jeans and bright red parka, like nothing was wrong.
He said he took about 10 minutes to pretend to think hard and pick out a painting to award the prize to. As he got ready to leave and rush to the pool tournament, the artists who didn’t win all came to him, demanding to know why their piece wasn’t chosen. At that point, he was just worried about his cues and whether some idiot kids had found them in bushes, and he can’t even remember what he said to them.
He never did make it to the tournament, but told me later that because of his recommendation, the painting he chose was entered into an international festival and won one of the top prizes and launched the artist’s career. I was like, “Wow, you have that much influence and all you were worried about was the tournament and your cues in the bushes?” And he all he said was, “Yup.”
I can’t blame him though, I probably would have done the exact same thing if I were him.
A couple months ago, a friend and I were in a taxi heading for a regional tournament when he gets a call and his face suddenly turns ghost white. He happens to be famous art appraiser and was supposed to be a judge at a major art exhibition that day. It was about 3 pm in the afternoon and the exhibition started at 2, so he was already way late. He tried to cancel, but it was impossible because one of the prizes was named after him and he was the only one who could judge and hand it out.
So I got out of the taxi and let him high-tail it to the hotel where the exhibition was being held, but in all the commotion, he forgot he still had his cue with him. I wondered if everything went okay and he told me what happened afterward.
He had made it to the hotel and was ready to go inside, but he was still holding his cue and panicked so he stashed it behind some bushes in front of an elementary school half a block away. He then strolled into the exhibition room 2 hours late wearing jeans and bright red parka, like nothing was wrong.
He said he took about 10 minutes to pretend to think hard and pick out a painting to award the prize to. As he got ready to leave and rush to the pool tournament, the artists who didn’t win all came to him, demanding to know why their piece wasn’t chosen. At that point, he was just worried about his cues and whether some idiot kids had found them in bushes, and he can’t even remember what he said to them.
He never did make it to the tournament, but told me later that because of his recommendation, the painting he chose was entered into an international festival and won one of the top prizes and launched the artist’s career. I was like, “Wow, you have that much influence and all you were worried about was the tournament and your cues in the bushes?” And he all he said was, “Yup.”
I can’t blame him though, I probably would have done the exact same thing if I were him.
