June 03, 2004

Gods and Cowards

This time was a little different. I arrived at shortly after 6:00pm, and "Biker Steve" was already there. I can honestly say that it was a good thing that he was there, because he was the only one who had a "tip tool." (That's the little widgit that you use to shape the leather tip on a pool cue. When you get them new, they have a very slick coating on them that won't hold chalk, and will slip every time you strike the cue ball. Once you scrape off all the slippery stuff, then you can use it. Without Steve, I'd have been screwed.)

At any rate, after I got my cue squared away, the games were on. We were shooting 8-ball, alternating between us. I believe that Steve was up to 3 wins, and Eric and I were stuck at 2 each. Not a bad beginning. Then Gary (The man From the Witness Protection Program) arrived, and we decided to split into teams. Gary and I vs. Eric and Steve.

I was so tickled when I earned my first "bird" from Steve. This was after an eight ball run, after Eric broke and didn't get anything. Nice way to win a game. I had a few other nice runs, and Gary had a few as well. I think we went up on them by three games, but then Steve woke up, and the comeback was afoot. Even after switching over to nine-ball, they wound up thumping us by about 5 games. As Eric says "It's house rules. That means that the House Rules." I believe that it was a combination of being a little too cocky, and a little too much Bourbon on my part. No matter. It was damn fun!

Later, we wound up playing some guitar, and swapping stories. The long-suffering "Straight White Wife" was so patient with our innebriated ramblings, and random songsmithing. I kept expecting her to just tell me to get the hell out of her house, but she is just too gracious to do that (God Love her).

On to the "blog room" and I got introduced to a cleaning implement (also known as a "Street Sweeper") and got to listen to some Merle Travis. That was totally fun. I just love the fact that what we were listening to was the pioneer of finger-picking, and that it was a tape recording (tape = small rectangular CD with 2 holes) of a 33 1/3 album (album = 1 foot diameter CD with a really small hole).

I eventually got run off, and I didn't even have to duck any rounds coming over my head. I guess he's just considerate of the neighbors, as there is nothing surpressed in the arsenal.

As I predicted, a wonderful time was had. Now that they've seen me when I'm trying to shoot pool, I may get lych-mobbed the next time I'm out there, but as I've heard said "God hates a coward".

Posted by Johnny - Oh at June 3, 2004 12:59 PM

Maybe you should buy Straight White Wife a small gift to show your appreciation for not chasing you out of the house with a hail of bullets.

Perhaps one of those ugly little shelf-sitting dust-collecting kind of "gifts" that women seem to fancy so.

Posted by: Harvey at June 3, 2004 01:13 PM

It's a good idea. I'll bring her a penguin, and him some scotch. If nothing else, it'll postpone the lynching until after the passage of gifts. By the way, where the hell were you? It can't be more than an 18 hour drive, so what's the big deal?

Posted by: Johnny - Oh at June 3, 2004 01:43 PM

I was breaking the trap-eze:


Heh. This is hilarious. Your filter rejected my comment because of questionable content - it had the word r@pe in it (which is why there's a hyphen in that first line)

Posted by: Harvey at June 4, 2004 01:18 PM

Hmmn. I didn't set up no filter. Must be a MuNu thang.

Anyhow, J. has got serious issues! I made the mistake of eating a sandwich while I read through it.

Mental note: Don't do that again.

Posted by: Johnny - Oh at June 4, 2004 02:54 PM

..glad you had a good time, Kemosabee... but, we are all improving all the time... but, always remember... we are playing for the fun of it.. no for braggin' rights.... heh...

Posted by: Eric at June 4, 2004 06:03 PM

Unless you win! But it's your house. :[

Wait a minute. It's my blog and I'll brag if I want to. You would brag too if it happened to you. :^D

Posted by: Johnny - Oh at June 4, 2004 06:45 PM
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