"I play competitive pool. We have a small team but we go from bar to bar playing other private clubs mostly. People take it really serious; I play for the fun of it. There was this one time I was at the bar and there was some call, it wasn't the eight-ball, but it was a game winning shot--after that the eight ball was the next shot and it was an easy one. I was standing at the bar, ordering my drink, and the bartender and the guy from the other team started arguing, and the next thing I know, there's a glass mug getting thrown. It missed my face by about three inches, but actually hit one of the women on the other team. The whole bar started brawling out like that, and that's when I split. I got outta there 'cause that's not really my style. I'm there to play, and I almost saw a glass mug go through my eye."
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