[masraum]

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.

Gimme three steps, give me three steps mister, give me three steps towards the door!

(Yes, I know gambling isn't what the song was about, but this situation seems to fit).