I was at one of my local bars just dicking around. I wasn't playing seriously (i was by myself) so I was just hitting balls, not really trying to make them. This one guy is sitting at the bar, and I can hear him tell his friends that he'll get the table from me. All he had to do was ask. So, he puts his quarters on the table. I say ñdo you and your friends just want to play?" And he's like "no, I'd rather win the table".
Ok. No problem.
I'm not the best player out there. I think I'd be ranked a 4 or 5. He racks the balls, and I let him break. He hits the ball so hard, it jumps off the table and knocks over his beer that was on the edge of the table (i hate that too, but this is a pretty shitty bar and I'm not about to tell someone bigger than me what to do, and I'm a big guy) so dude is pissed that he knocked over his beer. I wait until he gets back to take my shot, and I run the table on him... He didn't like that. He said he'll bet $20 that I can't do it again, and I tell him that I don't gamble.
Fucking hell, this guy looked like I just fucked his wife! "I ain't gonna let some messican run no table on me. Let's play another and I'll bet you $100 I can beat you"
Me: "dude, I already told you I don't gamble. You want the table? Go ahead... I'm not betting!"
Him: "fuck that... yer gunna bet and yer gunna lose!"
So I say fuck it... After him betting $100, $150, $200 we settle for a beer (i actually had no money on me, just enough to cover the three drink minimum.)
I run the table on him again after he absolutely loses his shit because the 8 ball stopped short of the corner pocket on break.
He gets a empty bottle and throws it at my feet.
I tell him not to be such a sore loser, that was mistake #1. Mistake #2 was calling him a baby and to accept that there are people out there that might just be better and things than yourself. He swings. I duck and kick him in the knee. He falls and now I'm being chased by his other friends. Luckily I came in my bike, so I hauled ass from there.
Haven't been back since. It's a shame though because that place has the best coin table in town. Now I just play on the 7ft tables at fancier place across town that's next to a police station.
It's a great place, and all the cops that go there nicknamed me "colorado" because I normally smell like weed!