I arrived late Wednesday night and went to Lacy's as soon as I got checked in to my motel. Tom Wirth and Ben Smith (Hardmix) were already there in battle so I grabbed a table and hit balls in the general direction of pockets for about 30 minutes. The table was surprisingly slow and the cloth past its expiration date.
Thursday was a social day. I must have played some but spent most of the day catching up with old friends and getting better acquainted with members whom I knew only online.
Friday early afternoon I dodged Casey for about 30 minutes but he finally caught me. The good news is that he agreed to play for 10 Bux. Playing him for 10 Bux even is a better deal for me than getting 9-6 for more.
Casey took it easy on me and we broke even after 4 or 6 games. Then Col Bille came up with a big smile on his face. He had challenged me online, saying he'd give 9-7 (might have even been 10-7) but when we got to the table he had an alzheimer's episode. :heh
After I twisted his arm (gently, it was like trying to twist a 4" sapling with my bare hands) he agreed to 9-7. We played cheap and broke even after 4 games.
By the time my first tournament match came around (Fireman KC
) my eyes, or my brain, or my right arm couldn't figure out where the pockets were. I must have played one pretty good game because I did win one, but playing KC is different for me than anyone else I play. I often need to put the CB in a different place than I would against anyone else. (If Brumback wants to play some banks with him, I'll have to consult my Guru to find out which one to bet on.
My first match Saturday on the "one loss side" (we're not supposed to say that other word) was against Matt Hilton. We had a terrific battle (have you ever played "giveaway checkers"?... picture something like that.) I lost the giveaway challenge but won the match.
In the next round I had to play the loser of Mitch Brown (Mkbtank) and Joey A (Augazin). If anyone had offered to take Mitch and bet me a million bux I'd be $999,900 deeper in debt now and I'd have been rushing to the ATM before my banker heard the news.
I tricked Joey A by playing my best game of the weekend in our first game. (Don't get excited, I lost it anyway.) The next two games I'd have been better off closing my eyes on my last stroke. Joey is a brilliant tactician, a very good banker and a straight shooter. I wouldn't need much on the wire or on a money-line to take him against anyone. Shows how hard it is to handicap one pocket: Everybody knows Mitch can't possibly play worth a shit with
that stroke.
Anyway, after those last two games with Joey I ran to the parking lot, locked my cue in the trunk, and threw the key in the river. I only brought a few $thousand and at my usual $20 a game, I was afraid I would go empty. :frus
What a great weekend with a great group of guys in a roomy, friendly environment. Thanks to all of you (well, some of you who were there know I mean "all but one of you"
) for about as much fun as anyone could have in 3-4 days. You can't name anything I'd rather do than talk about one pocket with Joe Long, Joey A., Jeff Sparks, Tom Wirth, Robert Newkirk and about a dozen more of you. (If you're planning to try to temp me with two high-dollar strippers, just remember that story about the dog who finally caught one of the cars he'd chased all his life.)
We
gotta do it again.