Do you enjoy merely winning, or do you enjoy torturing your opponent as well? If so, here’s an idea I thought of years ago but never put into practice.
You walk into a poolroom with your backer/manager who is carrying a huge long case filled with already-assembled cue sticks. He gets you a game of straight pool, then sits down with the huge case by his side. It’s important that you play someone you can beat or at least stay even with.
Now you’re in the midst of running a few balls and the table is wide open. Suddenly you stop and begin to the study the table to the point where it’s really beginning to annoy your opponent. The table is open but you seem unsure about the layout or what sort of position you want to play.
Suddenly you turn to your manager/backer and bark, “Give me the #5 stick.”
He digs into the case and brings out the #5 stick. Then he says, “But I really think you should use the #6 for this shot.”
At this point you bark, “Who’s the player here, you or me?” And he hands you the #5 stick, which is really just another stick, just like the one you’re already using, except it’s maybe painted a slightly different color. You turn to him once again before getting down to shoot and say, "Let's just remembe our place here, ok?"
This continues all during the match, you stopping to study the layout, pondering your next move, then commanding your manager/caddy to bring out another stick for another special occasion, which of course if nothing but pure bullshit. This will drive your opponent insane. Of course if you beat him it's possible he may never play you again. On the other hand he may be so pissed off that he becomes consumed with beating you, which by now will be nearly impossible because of the rage you’ve inspired in him. This is a great way to gain attention and to sadistically pummel someone on the pool table.
Another good way to annoy an opponent, if you can manage the voice, is to use an extreme gay voice while prancing around the table running tons of balls as your opponent steams in unrelenting fury. If you’re reading this and like these great ideas, please feel free to use them. I no longer play since I got my thumbs broke back in ‘87. Just kidding. Nobody breaks my thumbs, ever. But they do break my spirit, on occasion. Thank you.
Tommy Joe
You walk into a poolroom with your backer/manager who is carrying a huge long case filled with already-assembled cue sticks. He gets you a game of straight pool, then sits down with the huge case by his side. It’s important that you play someone you can beat or at least stay even with.
Now you’re in the midst of running a few balls and the table is wide open. Suddenly you stop and begin to the study the table to the point where it’s really beginning to annoy your opponent. The table is open but you seem unsure about the layout or what sort of position you want to play.
Suddenly you turn to your manager/backer and bark, “Give me the #5 stick.”
He digs into the case and brings out the #5 stick. Then he says, “But I really think you should use the #6 for this shot.”
At this point you bark, “Who’s the player here, you or me?” And he hands you the #5 stick, which is really just another stick, just like the one you’re already using, except it’s maybe painted a slightly different color. You turn to him once again before getting down to shoot and say, "Let's just remembe our place here, ok?"
This continues all during the match, you stopping to study the layout, pondering your next move, then commanding your manager/caddy to bring out another stick for another special occasion, which of course if nothing but pure bullshit. This will drive your opponent insane. Of course if you beat him it's possible he may never play you again. On the other hand he may be so pissed off that he becomes consumed with beating you, which by now will be nearly impossible because of the rage you’ve inspired in him. This is a great way to gain attention and to sadistically pummel someone on the pool table.
Another good way to annoy an opponent, if you can manage the voice, is to use an extreme gay voice while prancing around the table running tons of balls as your opponent steams in unrelenting fury. If you’re reading this and like these great ideas, please feel free to use them. I no longer play since I got my thumbs broke back in ‘87. Just kidding. Nobody breaks my thumbs, ever. But they do break my spirit, on occasion. Thank you.
Tommy Joe
