Just got back from Shortstop. This isn't the first time it has nearly come to blows with Nathan, I, and other pool players. This group of five vs. us. They all couldn't have been above sixteen, which begs the question how they got in. I acknowledge the absurdity of blogging about billiard discrepancies but this feels necessary. We get down to the nitty gritty of the game. One ball each and the eight. Nathan and I have played near five safeties not touching the eight ball. No one wants to go near the eight ball. It has been avoided all game as it should be. God this sounds ridiculous. All of a sudden, the cue lines up with the eight and their last ball. He (the opponent) calls a combo off the eight ball into there own, setting them up to win the game. We explain that you can't play off the eight ball, which is official billiards rule. He tells us ok, but it is his table as we challenged him, and that's the way he plays, so that is how it is. He makes the combo and then the eight.
Now things get rough. Nathan steps up in his face calling bullshit. You can't all of the sudden disclose this secret rule by which you play by when it benefits you. I stand on guard. The opponent tries to explain himself with his friends coming to his aid, standing tall behind him. I stare down all of the background while Nathan calmly explains the error at which the opponent just played. When it comes down to it, we are off the table and they continue on. Shouldn't have been , but is, and let's face it, it's a game of pool and this sentence has far too many commas in it.
So we wait. Then we put another dollar on the table to play again (since they have decided not to abide by the regular chalkboard rules). By the time the ammeters are done with there next game, the bar is closing. Revenge is cut short. Of course as we walk home, that very same group is in front of us. I keep telling Nathan to keep it cool because it is not worth it. We end up passing the group, but not without catching them proclaiming "We won the game of pool." Livid comes to mind. Both Nathan and I are now making fists. Him ready to turn and fight. Me realizing the odds of four (be it them not equipped) vs. two. Somehow they continue to follow us up the street, which angers me that they live that close and could possibly be seen at our bar again. We get to the corner and Nathan wants to stop and see if they say anything else. Luckily they take the other fork in the road.
All in all. No. Not worth it at all to mess with anyone, even a bunch of irresponsible young-ins that probably need to be taught a lesson. Which is why it never would've come to it. Still. It's that type of people that are ruining our wonderful Shortstop. I refuse to get into any type of trouble in there because I honestly respect it and the employees too much, as well as I really don't want to get into any type of fight in the first place. I would much rather avoid confrontation at all cost so there is nothing to worry about. It's just those type of people that make you think what if.
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That's because those type of people go to Short Stop, which is why you never liked it in the first place. Eh, how quickly we forget...
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