Deeman3
04-04-2006, 05:55 PM
I won a small tournament at Battlefield in Troy, Frigginalabama on Saturday. It almost seemed rigged (for me to win). The winner, me, got only $300 and a nice trophy but it's the ease of the deal that has me concerned. It was King of the Hill type tournament. I drew next to last out of about 35 people and all I had to do was win a game or two to get a lap on the field (the guy in front me in the draw was a slug). The rest was to sit and wait for the rounds to end, then play the last guy standing for the money.
Anyway, the best player in Montgomery showed up and drew like the third to last position (third worse in the draw). Anyway, I knew he was the best player in Montgomery becuase he TOLD everybody that. Gee, anyhow, the day goes on and I end up winning without a sweat and not a lot of competition. The best player from Montogemery couldn't seem to win a game against anyone and yelled, "I lose a tournement where I am supposed to give everyone here the six and out." I promptly offered to take the six and out for the $300, race to nine but he backpettled and wanted the eight! Some adjustment. Huh? I finally offered to play him some one hole for the $100 a game even up but, alas, it was getting late and he had fish to catch in his hometown.
My guilty problem is that I have never gotten a good draw in my life. If it's me, Earl and five thousdand people who have never seen a cue, I'll draw Earl every blessed time. I always draw the monster players right up front, so much so I am used to it and like it somewhat that way.
Now, I played in a weak tournament where I should not have had a problem with the best players and I get a big break like this. Should I burn this money and the trophy (actually a quite nice trophy), should I just shut up and take my evil winnings and thank the pool Gods for at long last giving me a break or should I just give up pool to become a card player? This last thought because I'll never, ever be satisfied with any future draw I might receive.
Sid, if you can confuse what to do with a guy slinging air barrels and how your quiting a league might incite political upheaval, you can surely coucil me in the finer points of worry warting.
By the way, whoever told me to strap my cue case across the handlebars of my cruiser is a brilliant man, thanks. I wish I remembered who told me this.
Deeman
probably going back for more next Saturday...what a letdown to have to work for it this time.... /ccboard/images/graemlins/confused.gif
Anyway, the best player in Montgomery showed up and drew like the third to last position (third worse in the draw). Anyway, I knew he was the best player in Montgomery becuase he TOLD everybody that. Gee, anyhow, the day goes on and I end up winning without a sweat and not a lot of competition. The best player from Montogemery couldn't seem to win a game against anyone and yelled, "I lose a tournement where I am supposed to give everyone here the six and out." I promptly offered to take the six and out for the $300, race to nine but he backpettled and wanted the eight! Some adjustment. Huh? I finally offered to play him some one hole for the $100 a game even up but, alas, it was getting late and he had fish to catch in his hometown.
My guilty problem is that I have never gotten a good draw in my life. If it's me, Earl and five thousdand people who have never seen a cue, I'll draw Earl every blessed time. I always draw the monster players right up front, so much so I am used to it and like it somewhat that way.
Now, I played in a weak tournament where I should not have had a problem with the best players and I get a big break like this. Should I burn this money and the trophy (actually a quite nice trophy), should I just shut up and take my evil winnings and thank the pool Gods for at long last giving me a break or should I just give up pool to become a card player? This last thought because I'll never, ever be satisfied with any future draw I might receive.
Sid, if you can confuse what to do with a guy slinging air barrels and how your quiting a league might incite political upheaval, you can surely coucil me in the finer points of worry warting.
By the way, whoever told me to strap my cue case across the handlebars of my cruiser is a brilliant man, thanks. I wish I remembered who told me this.
Deeman
probably going back for more next Saturday...what a letdown to have to work for it this time.... /ccboard/images/graemlins/confused.gif