feast & famine


listening to
maintenance workers installing a painting
dang drills

drinking
green tea with lemon and honey
very soothing

obsessed with
playing more pool
yet another announcement from Captain Obvious

 

 

Lord of War (2005)
the first and most important rule of gun-running is: never get shot with your own merchandise

aw yeah

*spoiler alert*

I would just like to say that I finally got around to watching a movie, and the movie was Lord of War (2005), starring Nicholas Cage, Bridget Moynahan, Ethan Hawke (he did a great job), Jared Leto (I usually think he’s a big sissy, but he was a good sissy in this movie), Eammon Walker (“I like it my way bettah.”) and some other peeps. I have been wanting to see this movie since I first saw the commercials for it waaay back when.

You get a real sense of how time flies when you get around to watching a movie you SWORE came out last year — and find out it came out three years ago. Bleh.

I greatly enjoyed this movie and although the main character is a bad, bad guy, I was (of course) rooting for him and I was tickled that he escaped jail at the end. This movie has it all: guns, diamonds, more guns, humour, and guns.

It was frickin’ sweet.

 

 

Labor Day in Southern California
all pooled out

break the balls break the balls break the balls

Labor Day weekend this year flooded the Southern California pool scene with tournaments.

August 30, 31 and September 1
Shooters of Riverside
$5,000 added nine-ball tournament
Races to 9 and 7, finals one race to 11.
Entry fee $75 before August 24th, $85 after.

August 31 and September 1
Hollywood Billiards
$3,000 added (with full field of 64) eight-ball tournament
Races to 7 and 6, finals one race to 8.
Entry fee $75.

August 31 and September 1
Hard Times of Bellflower
Beginning-of-month tournaments ($300 added Saturday) one-pocket and (used to be $1,000 added Sunday) nine-ball
$30 entry for both, I am unsure about how much money is added to the nine-ball. The one-pocket is races to 2, single elimination, finals is one race to 3. The nine-ball is races to 5 and 4, with the finals one race to 7, and professionals spot everyone else one game.

My God. Pool tournaments EVERYWHERE. It’s a dream come true!

Or is it?

 

It isn’t.

It’s like having too many prospective dates to the prom (not that I would know what that is like). Like having too many choices at a buffet (also not sure what that is like). Or playing Whack-A-Mole when the machine malfunctions and all the moles pop up at once (Which one do I whack first?! WHICH ONE DO I WHACK FIRST?! AAAAHHHH! Yes, I do know what that is like…).

I had to give each of these tournaments much consideration, factoring in the travel costs, the game being played, the added money, which local killers would show up, how much was the entry fee, did the venue have good food, etc.

My better half and I discussed this and we were going to go to different tournaments and then, depending on how we did on the first day, perhaps go to other tournaments afterwards, since the start dates were staggered. We tried to assemble the all the possible combination of tournaments we could go to for about a week, until we pretty much overloaded the billiards gland in our brains.

In the end, Hollywood won out.

Because we felt like having cream cheese-stuffed deep-fried jalapenos. For breakfast.

 

I played subpar pool, but squeaked out a top half finish. I really hate it when I have the knowledge of what needs to be done on the table, but I don’t have the ability to execute the plan. Arrgh.

The most interesting moment of my day was in my fourth match. I was playing against a well-known player considered to be one of the top eight-ball players in Southern California. He had brought his wife with him, and she was initially watching the match, but then nodded off as the hour was late and the day had been long.

When the score was 5-2 in my favor, I took a short break. My opponent’s wife woke up and asked what the score was. He told her that it was 5-2 in my favor and she fReAkEd out. She said the score had to be wrong, that I had to be the one with 2 games, not 5, and that I must be cheating. There was no way he could be losing, I HAD to be cheating somehow.

Spiffy.

Her husband assured her the score was correct, but she just didn’t seem to understand. Eventually, she calmed down, but probably not before sharking the s— out of her hubby.

I ended up winning the match 6-4, but didn’t make it to the second day, which sucked. I have to learn to budget my energy for tournaments in a more efficient manner. However, I still played a total of 49 games of big-table eight-ball for $75, averaging $1.53 per game, or $6.25 per hour for the 12 hours of pool. I think that’s not a bad deal at all. Plus, I got to eat those jalapeno poppers — dipped in ranch dressing. Mmm mmm good.

So, other than being called a cheater by a woman who probably wasn’t used to seeing girls execute a stop shot, my weekend was very tame, and full of foody goodness.

 

The turnouts for the three tournaments ended up being 42 in Riverside, 26 at Hollywood, and 10 for the Hard Times 1st Sunday. Riverside used to get 100+ players just for their one event. This year, all three of these tournaments combined had a total of 78 players.

People at the tournament I was at asked each other in hushed tones, “Did you hear how many Riverside got? Just 42. Yeah, 42…” It was like listening to people talk about deaths in a spreading epidemic.

Sigh.

 

3 Replies to “feast & famine”

  1. Mmmm… cream cheese jalapeno poppers for breakfast. Es muy delicioso! Sucks about the turnout for those tournaments though.

  2. So now you are a cheater too?!?! 🙂

    Sad to read about the turnout in the tournaments… What is happening in the world of pool?

  3. You should have told the wife of your opponent that considering how she assumed you couldn’t be ahead because you were a girl, that she herself needs to take her own vagina back to the store for a refund. 😛

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