Dozens of little things make a competition car or truck unique. Rains caused us to run the championship race the first of the next season. I had sold my car and the new one wasn't ready so I was offered a car. No chance for testing or set-up, the throttle stuck with me driving the car and the car handled like caca. About three laps in I spun and just sat in the infield. Another funny story I will DM to you sometime, too long to go in another thread.
Almost anything I competed in was run what you brung. The few things that weren't I was in the top division so it was still run what you brung. I could probably beat anyone in the world with the lemon crush but it would be pretty hard to brag about that! Beating some of the best in the US which meant best in the world back then, that was something to brag about, big table or bar table in a dingy old bar. One of my prouder tales is of a canny old road player that scouted me for three nights and decided to talk instead of playing!
Nothing wrong with starting or even long term play at any level. You gotta get off the porch sooner or later if you want to run with the big dogs though.
I think it was Scotty Townsend that was offered a two ball spot once by a top player. Scotty told him to double the bet and stick the spot where the sun didn't shine! Getting Scotty fired up was never a smart thing to do.
A kid was trying to get a shortstop out of his chair. The kid started offering spots, the short stop didn't even appear to be listening. Finally the kid screamed, "I'll give you the seven!" The old shortstop reached for his cue with a grin, "Son, I have been waiting all my life for somebody to offer me the seven."
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