We were deep in the hills of Tennessee in a bar that was busy during this day because it was raining. I think the "regulars" may have been construction workers, if memory serves me right, and they didn't have to work, so they came to this bar to play 3-ball.
I was a little green in pool at this time in my life when it came to action games. At first, I thought they were doing it, playing 3-ball, to get more games out of the 25 cents. When you put a quarter in the table, you get 15 balls. In my naivety, I figured they were trying to get the best bang for the buck -- or in this case, the quarter. :grin:
What I do remember vividly was Geese stood on the sidelines for what seemed like an eternity before he got a shot, and he was totally pissed. He got stuck in the game big time within what seemed like 10 minutes, so he kept paying off, hoping he'd get the opportunity to get ahead. Never happened. :embarrassed2:
The first time I ever had "real" moonshine was at this bar. One of the regulars asked if I wanted to go outside and taste some, so I said sure. Man, that stuff burned my throat for a couple days after. It was horrible.
