My typical day of pool begins when Mom wakes me up to tell me breakfast is ready. I watch cartoons while I enjoy the eggs, home fries and bacon. At 52, I know I might be too old for cartoons. I check the Help Wanted ads in the paper for a job, nope no poolroom manager openings. I still hope to land my first job someday.
After my shower, I put on the clothes Mom has laid out for me and I remind her my bed has to be made. “Hurry up, the poolroom will be open soon.”
I grab my lunch she has packed for me and my pool cue and it’s out to her old clunker of a station wagon for the ride to the hall. “Swing by the store Mom so I can grab some smokes.”
We arrive at last, 5 minutes early. “Ok Sonny, have a good day.” “Mom, I need more than $5 for the day.” “Here you go. Don’t come home late. Supper is at 6.”
Barney finally shows up with the key.
Once the lights are on I usually find a decent leather tip on the floor that popped off somebody’s cue last night. It’s good enough for me and I slip it into my pocket.
The coffee smells good brewing but I don’t usually get a cup until I hint around enough and then somebody will buy me one.
By 1 O’clock, I spot my action. It’s a kid with a skateboard and I’ll bet he wants to bet on some 8 ball. A quick $10 there and I splurge for a cup of soup to eat with Mom’s sandwiches.
Cobweb comes in looking for one-pocket action. Need I say he is excessively slow? I dozed off during the first rack and the old fellow he was playing against quit. Cobweb used to play 9 ball but figured out he could duck on every shot in one-pocket and that was his game.
Mike the Match comes in and wants to sell his break stick and a nice set of brass knuckles. Mike got that nickname from the arson charges he faced. I passed on the cue, but bought the knuckles. You never know when one of these young kids is going to refuse to pay up.
I’m saving up to buy a nice Predator. So far, my laminated $10 bill has earned me a pretty good return and I should be able to order that cue soon. It’s getting late. I’d better swing by the car wash for some quarters and get myself home for supper.
Great story, you have mastered creative writing.:rotflmao:
I raced for 20 years, then took my kids kart racing for 5-6 years. What I found out I missed the most was the competition, just beating the other guy. That's what pool does for me, satisfies my competitiveness.