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Originally Posted by Crowbob
Back in the day when I knew everything, I somehow ended up holding the pot, it being the prize of a ferocious 8-Ball Battle at Liquor-Food in Lansing, MI. The neon sign out front was burnt-out except for the words ‘Liquor-Food’ so the name sorta stuck.
Anyways, naturally, a dispute arose amongst the combatants regarding whether or not the object ball was sunk in accordance with the call, ‘no-slop’ having been previously agreed to.
Combatant A ended up spread-eagled on the table, out cold. Combatant B accepted my uncontested offer of the $20 prize were he to allow me an unscathed escape, which I executed perfectly.
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In that same era when I was invulnerable and went to bars, I went with a buddy named Shelby that was an pool hustler, a fact that was unknown to me. The bar's name was Charlie Brown's and a C&W redneck bar. He started playing some guy using his right hand and let the other guy win occasionally. Finally the stakes got higher and the other guy was reluctant to bet much cash. Shelby said he would play left handed to give his opponent a better chance. So the stakes were higher, and of course Shelby is a natural left handed player, and cleaned up.
I had just received a new beer, and Shelby said, we have to GTFO now! So I left my beer, threw some cash down to pay for the beer, and we left in a hurry before the sucker guy could gather his friends to kick his butt. I had ridden in his car, so I was happy to get out of the place unhurt.