Road stories: NOT ON MY WATCH! By Barbara Lee
A few years back, Reno, NV. SNOW! SLOTS! POOL! The infamous USPPA, Tony Annigoni, Tony Chohan and a huge cast of pool characters dressed in the most interesting garb, playing twice a year events. There’s the little Asian guy that shoots almost standing straight up, then “jumps” back after he hits the ball. There’s the entire RAKIN clan, the young Asian girl who bobbles her head back and forth like a metronome while lining up her shot, the big belly guy with the suspenders who reels you in with his “I don’t play very well” then runs over you like a cement truck, and a host of other regulars! This old girl goes to each and every one of these always determined to do “better”, “go further”, “get smarter” and hopefully get some $$ back! I’m cutting my teeth on higher stakes “tourney” play. Now “Joe” (named changed to protect the guilty) attended each of these events too, and that’s where the trouble started! So I start watching Joe because one could NOT be present at one of these events and not know JOE was there! Loud, boisterous, sharking, intoxicated, obnoxious, you name it. I’m thinkin, gawd— please don’t let me draw that dude! Fortunately I didn’t—at least not at THIS event. Although there were many run-ins with Joe, these two stand out because NO ONE ELSE AT THIS EVENT HAD THE (ahem) BALLS to CONFRONT this JERK!
I’m sitting on the sidelines sweatin’ matches. I glance to the right down the “lane” of tables and see Joe playing some young, leggy, “kid” with complexion issues—and Joe is STANDING UP BEHIND THE KID WHILE HE IS SHOOTING, and sharking him. Of COURSE the kid misses the shot and Joe runs out. I glance at the score—HILL HILL, race to 7. Joe has gone to the bathroom for a break. The kid looks distraught! I just couldn’t help myself. I see RED! I feel bad for the kid. I’m PISSED! I march down to the table, kid sitting in his chair facing away from my approach. I get close, lean over and whisper in his ear: “Do NOT let this guy take you out! He’s sharking you!” The kid turns around and says, “Oh, no, I’m just not playing very well right now”. “ NO NO NO! Look, when you get up to shoot, if Sir Sharks a lot stands up behind you, you STOP and get up, turn around and tell him to sit his ass back down while you are shooting. If he gives you any trouble, call for a referee or the tourney director. But listen up, YOU can beat him and you need to TAKE HIM OUT for ALL of us!”
directly in front of the directors. A drunken Joe saunters into the venue. Oh NO! Decked in fur with a cue case the size of a whale, cues sticking out—he looks like an ad for Bigfoot mates a porcupine! He starts yelling to the directors as he struts towards their table. Players and sweaters alike are rolling their eyes. He’s sharking all the tables in view! He won’t stop! The directors are trying to calm him down. Fruitless! BUT THEY DO NOTHING to remove him! Here we go again! The “urge” comes over me. SOMEONE needs to do something! Why a girl has to intervene is beyond me. I stand up, approach the bigfoot/ porcupine and with a LOT of intention, and get in his face. “Joe, hey, take it outside please, there’s a tournament going on and you are bothering the players!”
He looks at me incredulous. “YOU are telling ME what to do? WHO Joe is returning from his break so are YOU? Some WOMAN telling I turn and walk back to my seat. me?” Yada yada. I persist. Again, I keep an eye on their match. calmly but with authority tell Five minutes later, the entire him to take it outside! He starts room ERUPTS in cheering and muttering, but HE IS WALKING clapping! The kid took him out! TOWARDS THE EXIT DOOR HOOOOO RAYYYYY! End of and out he goes! TRIUMPH! I sit Case number ONE! back down and enjoy the rest of the matches in peace. Next! Again, I’m sweating a match. This time, a very dear In a few, one of the directors close friend of mine is in a heated comes up to me on the sidelines. match towards the finals of the “Hey, thanks a lot for helping to event. They are on the table 39
Sneaky Pete Mafia Magazine - February 2014
