Scrzbill
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I went early to the Memphis melee. It takes me a couple of days to acclimate the time changes, flights, etc. First day was looking over the place and unpacking. Tuesday and Wednesday I played one of the locals and broke even for the two days and then Warren came in and we played a few hours. He and I break even each time we play but its good warm up for Mitch the Beast. Mitch is playing very good and I wish I could give him a decent game. He broke out right away three games ahead when in the fourth game down 7-zero I ran out from no where. That put him in a coma for four games and after that, like Mitch said, it was a blur. He shot at everything. Making up shots, getting the rolls and leaving me behind. He torched me. I was so demoralized that I went two and out in the tournament and lost 3-0 both times. Disaster. The highlight of the trip for me was the pool room. It was a typical southern room and if I lived around there, it would be home. The other highlight was the move Jason did for dinner. He invited a couple of us for dinner to BB Kings but no BB Kings. They were closed so we went to the Blues Diner which I whole heartedly recommend. Big plates of fatty steaks, ribs, catfish with the trimmings. The salad was enough for me and I ordered a 24 ounce Rib Eye. the chocolate brownie with ice cream, chocolate syrup and whipped cream was calling me so I answered. Back to the room about midnight and then packing, next a food coma. My pick up was at four AM so a couple of hours sleep and then home. It took me two days to recover but its a known something coming and expected. Overall, a lot of fun and a reminder of why moving west was a great life choice.
Fats reminded me of when I could play. Jump on the front table and play all comers. The farthest back table is my ranking now.
Fats reminded me of when I could play. Jump on the front table and play all comers. The farthest back table is my ranking now.