Cowboy Dennis
Verified Member
We've all told stories about how we lost,won or broke even, how about telling why a match ended or how it ended. I'm certain there are as many different endings here as there are posters on this site. I'll start with my tale from lll's "beaten by list" thread:
This match was played at the Cushion & Cue, located on the second floor of Thunderbowl Lanes in Allen Park, Michigan. It was a sunday night which is very easy to remember since on every sunday night the room filled up with many young men who occupied every table in the joint, sometimes 4 or 5 to a table. Harry & I were playing on table 13 which was the first 9 ft. table near the counter at the top of the stairs.
I don't remember how long we had been playing but it was several hours at least of back & forth action. The tables were laid out so that there were eight 8' tables (side by side) on a level slightly above us and separated from us by a waist-high wrought iron fence. The lower level was comprised of tables laid out end-to-end. As it was laid out, table 12's head was at table 13's foot. All of the countermen always were good about giving out table 12 last when there was action on table 13. Sooner or later though the room usually filled up on a sunday night and table 12 had to be given out to someone.
After quite a while of people on table 12 bumping into us, waiting for us to shoot while we looked over the table, walking up to our sides as we were down shooting, balls jumping off the table (you all know that sound when you are down on a shot) and other things that happen in a public poolroom I finally asked Harry to let's call it a night as this crap was driving me crazy. He said O.K. and we quit with me being one game loser.
Dennis
Cowboy Dennis said:
This match was played at the Cushion & Cue, located on the second floor of Thunderbowl Lanes in Allen Park, Michigan. It was a sunday night which is very easy to remember since on every sunday night the room filled up with many young men who occupied every table in the joint, sometimes 4 or 5 to a table. Harry & I were playing on table 13 which was the first 9 ft. table near the counter at the top of the stairs.
I don't remember how long we had been playing but it was several hours at least of back & forth action. The tables were laid out so that there were eight 8' tables (side by side) on a level slightly above us and separated from us by a waist-high wrought iron fence. The lower level was comprised of tables laid out end-to-end. As it was laid out, table 12's head was at table 13's foot. All of the countermen always were good about giving out table 12 last when there was action on table 13. Sooner or later though the room usually filled up on a sunday night and table 12 had to be given out to someone.
After quite a while of people on table 12 bumping into us, waiting for us to shoot while we looked over the table, walking up to our sides as we were down shooting, balls jumping off the table (you all know that sound when you are down on a shot) and other things that happen in a public poolroom I finally asked Harry to let's call it a night as this crap was driving me crazy. He said O.K. and we quit with me being one game loser.
Dennis
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