davAmundo
09-19-2004, 08:32 AM
Being in the military, I have the opportunity to move about once every 2 or 3 years. This is good when I am stationed in a location that I don't care for, and bad when I have to leave a locale that I have begun to feel at home in. Unfortunately (or fortunately, however you look at it) I have grown attached to every place that I have lived since I joined. 2 years in Orlando, FL (got some stories about players there, Louis, Adam, etc.), 3 years in Saratoga Springs, NY (I have one story about beating this older, Italian gentleman that came in w/ Ryan McKreesh in Backstreet Billiards, don't recall his name, then having Ryan relieve me of my cash, shaking his head the whole time cuz I beat his partner...I guess he didn't think I would play him, and maybe I shouldn't have... :- Ask Ryan if he remembers Navy Dave from Backstreet Billiards, I used to hang w/ Paul "Wally" Derouen), now 5 years in Charleston, SC. I've met good people everywhere I go, which makes me think that my time in Des Moines won't be so bad. Enough waxing reflective...
I always have this grand plan when I move that I am going to my new home "on the stall..." Going to scope out the action, find the deep pockets, hang out and drink soda, watch TV, reconnoiter, infiltrate...until I select a target. Even if it takes me a year, or two. Set up my guppy, hit him/her out of the park like a tee-ball... This never happens, however. I find the halls, I go in, make friends, play all out, make more friends, play more...until everyone knows my speed (or lack thereof...hehe) and most of the action I can find is fair...
So much for my delusions of ever being a hustler. I like to play. I like to try and play my best all the time. I never want to play bad on purpose. Is this a blessing or a curse?
I always have this grand plan when I move that I am going to my new home "on the stall..." Going to scope out the action, find the deep pockets, hang out and drink soda, watch TV, reconnoiter, infiltrate...until I select a target. Even if it takes me a year, or two. Set up my guppy, hit him/her out of the park like a tee-ball... This never happens, however. I find the halls, I go in, make friends, play all out, make more friends, play more...until everyone knows my speed (or lack thereof...hehe) and most of the action I can find is fair...
So much for my delusions of ever being a hustler. I like to play. I like to try and play my best all the time. I never want to play bad on purpose. Is this a blessing or a curse?