fd_colorado said:For example, Question: "What time does our flight leave?" Answer: "We need to leave the house by 9 o'clock."
gobrian77 said:I hate it when I'm playing a game of 8-ball for drinks and two drunken, enraged Italian guys (not involved in the game) flip the table over and start swinging the cues around destroying the bar and trying to kill the bargirls/waitresses, which in turn causes about twenty Thai locals to show up and (deservedly) beat the living snot out of them.
Granted, this only happened once, but I was pretty peeved.![]()
poolplayer2093 said:people that bump into me while i'm down on a shot.
no wait it'speople who insist on taking their shot first and looking at me like i'm an ass for wanting to shoot my shot first because i'm already ready to shoot. then they aim in for 3 minutes and miss the ball because they play pool about as much as they play horseshoes
No wait! this it what really get to me. if i'm matched up (it's always cheap but still my cash) and me and the other guy are the only table in the house occupied and some group of kids come in and decide they have to shoot on the table right next to us. then they look at us like as$holes because we're in their way when they want to shoot or ask them to move for their shot
gobrian77 said:I hate it when I'm playing a game of 8-ball for drinks and two drunken, enraged Italian guys (not involved in the game) flip the table over and start swinging the cues around destroying the bar and trying to kill the bargirls/waitresses, which in turn causes about twenty Thai locals to show up and (deservedly) beat the living snot out of them.
Granted, this only happened once, but I was pretty peeved.![]()
Stones, I play with a guy every week who is constantly running in to other balls. Over time, it all works out. I hate it when a lesser player beats me and then makes a big deal out of it. I hate it even more when I let it get to me, Jim.Stones said:About a week ago, I decided to go down to the pool room and hit some balls since I hadn't been able to for four days. I was coming down with a summer cold but was still restless from not playing.
I got a table and one of the youngsters who has been really working on his game, came over and asked me to play cheap $20, race to 5, sets if I give him the 8. I know the kid doesn't have much money and really just wants the pressure of playing someone better than himself.
I said OK even though I wasn't feeling well and could tell I wasn't playing well before we started.
We split the first 4 sets and he won the last set. I finally quit because every time I bent over, my head would pound and I was pi$$ed off.
What was I pi$$ed out about? The one thing that drives me absolutely bonkers is playing someone who runs into balls with the cue ball constantly and gets perfect shape. I call it "bumpshape". I was brought up that you never touched another ball unless you had to break balls out or absolutely had to use an object ball to hold shape for your next shot.
This kid was doing it through the whole session and as many as two or three times in one game. It was so bad, I just kept looking at the floor while he was shooting.
(Last night, I went into the pool room and a couple of players came up and told me this kid has been telling everyone in the room that he finally hosed me. He just forgot to tell them that I was giving him weight and just had a bad night. All I told them was that he played well and ended up one set up. I can't wait until I get him back to the table!)
Like I said, this drives me looney tunes.
So, what drives you nuts?
Stones