I've just got back from a match that has been in the making for the last 6 weeks. I'm not going to name names but the guy and myself have "history".
Last time we played I won, just. Game was 9 ball and I strung a 5 pack together to leave him sitting on the hill wondering wtf just happened. He refused to shake my hand and starts shouting at me about how I should stick to playing snooker. All I could do was laugh, which added fuel to the fire.
So that's the history lesson covered, now onto tonights shenanigans. Game is 9 ball race to 19. I bring along 5 buddies and my girlfriend. I rock up in some nice snooker attire. Shiney pointy black shoes, black pants, white shirt, black waistcoat and a black dickie bow tie. I knew it would get to him, hence why I did it. My girlfriend walks in dressed as Michaela Tabb, and my 5 buddies dressed as John Virgo, Judd Trump, John Parrot, Steven Hendry and Alex Higgins. As soon as we walk in the guy spots us and I notice he starts unscrewing his cue meanwhile his buddies are trying not to laugh.
I walked over to shake his hand and ask if anyone wanted a beer and again he refuses the hand shake. He says calmly enough he isn't playing me. Stunned I walk to the bar to get a round of beers in. All I can hear is him screaming...literally at his friends about how he isn't going to play whilst were dressed like clowns. I go back into where all the tables are, and he's gone. He should have come dressed as Harry Houdini because I'm sure the only exit in this place was right next to where I was standing. One of his buddies comes over and says he's sorry but the match won't be going ahead. I couldn't believe it.
Why take life and this game so serious...seriously?
For a guy that considers himself to be at a pro level, and is "soon" to be going pro because OB have decided to sponsor him, I thought me dressed in a vest and dickie bow would be good practice for him. Oops.
Last time we played I won, just. Game was 9 ball and I strung a 5 pack together to leave him sitting on the hill wondering wtf just happened. He refused to shake my hand and starts shouting at me about how I should stick to playing snooker. All I could do was laugh, which added fuel to the fire.
So that's the history lesson covered, now onto tonights shenanigans. Game is 9 ball race to 19. I bring along 5 buddies and my girlfriend. I rock up in some nice snooker attire. Shiney pointy black shoes, black pants, white shirt, black waistcoat and a black dickie bow tie. I knew it would get to him, hence why I did it. My girlfriend walks in dressed as Michaela Tabb, and my 5 buddies dressed as John Virgo, Judd Trump, John Parrot, Steven Hendry and Alex Higgins. As soon as we walk in the guy spots us and I notice he starts unscrewing his cue meanwhile his buddies are trying not to laugh.
I walked over to shake his hand and ask if anyone wanted a beer and again he refuses the hand shake. He says calmly enough he isn't playing me. Stunned I walk to the bar to get a round of beers in. All I can hear is him screaming...literally at his friends about how he isn't going to play whilst were dressed like clowns. I go back into where all the tables are, and he's gone. He should have come dressed as Harry Houdini because I'm sure the only exit in this place was right next to where I was standing. One of his buddies comes over and says he's sorry but the match won't be going ahead. I couldn't believe it.
Why take life and this game so serious...seriously?
For a guy that considers himself to be at a pro level, and is "soon" to be going pro because OB have decided to sponsor him, I thought me dressed in a vest and dickie bow would be good practice for him. Oops.