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THOSE GODS DAMNED FUCKING TABLE ROLLS!!!
So last night I went to Corpus Christi with my uncle to play a weekly 8 ball tournament at Theo's. Well the cheap bastards recovered the tables with felt rather than cloth, like a pool hall should use, cloth that is. So I got proper fucked in the semifinals. Ended up taking 3rd. The first match was pretty straight forward, the guy lucked out in the first game, 1-0 then I won the second game, 1-1. He gave me a shitty loose rack and I smashed the living fuck out of it only to have the cue ball fly off table. He tried to run out, failed, I played a balls, developed a few, played safe and he fouled. I run my last 3, get way too close to the 8, make a beautiful bank for the win. Rough start, okay. Second match was a push over, 2-0 he was bitching to the large woman licking her lips at me that he already lost because I won't fucking miss. The next match was against a damn strong player, I won that one 2-0. I then ended up playing some lucky fuck that took a stupid shot and missed. The cue ball ended up corner hooked deep in the corner pocket and I had to shoot a 4 rail kick at the 8 ball. It was all down hill from there. I was pissed, and the balls kept rolling their way. Lost that set and the next one to only finish 3rd. Damn shame.
THOSE GODS DAMNED FUCKING TABLE ROLLS!!!
So last night I went to Corpus Christi with my uncle to play a weekly 8 ball tournament at Theo's. Well the cheap bastards recovered the tables with felt rather than cloth, like a pool hall should use, cloth that is. So I got proper fucked in the semifinals. Ended up taking 3rd. The first match was pretty straight forward, the guy lucked out in the first game, 1-0 then I won the second game, 1-1. He gave me a shitty loose rack and I smashed the living fuck out of it only to have the cue ball fly off table. He tried to run out, failed, I played a balls, developed a few, played safe and he fouled. I run my last 3, get way too close to the 8, make a beautiful bank for the win. Rough start, okay. Second match was a push over, 2-0 he was bitching to the large woman licking her lips at me that he already lost because I won't fucking miss. The next match was against a damn strong player, I won that one 2-0. I then ended up playing some lucky fuck that took a stupid shot and missed. The cue ball ended up corner hooked deep in the corner pocket and I had to shoot a 4 rail kick at the 8 ball. It was all down hill from there. I was pissed, and the balls kept rolling their way. Lost that set and the next one to only finish 3rd. Damn shame.
So last night I went to Corpus Christi with my uncle to play a weekly 8 ball tournament at Theo's. Well the cheap bastards recovered the tables with felt rather than cloth, like a pool hall should use, cloth that is. So I got proper fucked in the semifinals. Ended up taking 3rd. The first match was pretty straight forward, the guy lucked out in the first game, 1-0 then I won the second game, 1-1. He gave me a shitty loose rack and I smashed the living fuck out of it only to have the cue ball fly off table. He tried to run out, failed, I played a balls, developed a few, played safe and he fouled. I run my last 3, get way too close to the 8, make a beautiful bank for the win. Rough start, okay. Second match was a push over, 2-0 he was bitching to the large woman licking her lips at me that he already lost because I won't fucking miss. The next match was against a damn strong player, I won that one 2-0. I then ended up playing some lucky fuck that took a stupid shot and missed. The cue ball ended up corner hooked deep in the corner pocket and I had to shoot a 4 rail kick at the 8 ball. It was all down hill from there. I was pissed, and the balls kept rolling their way. Lost that set and the next one to only finish 3rd. Damn shame.