Bat Shit Crazy

I'm going to preface this story with this fact, I take pool very seriously and respect the fact other people don't take it seriously at all or not as much as I.  I expect the same in return, although I almost never get it. So subbing for my team last night I end up as defacto captain because the guy I subbed for is the captain. Other team puts up their worst player, Amanda, and I have to put up someone from our team. We also have real bad player but she wasn't there yet and I damn sure wasn't gonna play a 10-2 race against this lady so I put up Mike, another guy on our team. Well Mike is way better than her but he played bad as was very annoyed by her constant jibber-jabber and he lost 3-0.  It was our turn to put up and I wanted to get the fuck out of there so I put myself up against this guy around my age who's a nice guy and a good player but in the Pool Olympics wouldn't be allowed to even hold my jockstrap much less compete against me(by the way, Pool Olympics isn't a real thing). I win the lag and get to choose the game and look over our skill levels in each game and see my best matchup is in 8 ball but that would take quite a while and I still wanted to get the fuck out of there so I chose 9 ball which can be fucking toss up cause it's slop. The guy I'm playing is saying right off "well at least you'll kick my ass and my skill level will go down" so he was beat before I hit my first shot.  I win the first 2 games pretty easily, making all my shots and playing good defenses when I had to. The 3rd game I made some mistakes and got annoyed with myself and Amanda is still running her mouth about this, that, and the other thing and starts in on why are people so mad and then points at me and says "he's a good player, why is he so mad?" I blow her off because I'm playing a fucking match and don't like ANYBODY talking to me while I'm playing. But this bitch goes on and on and on and on... I lose the 3rd game and win the 4th game and on my way to winning the 5th game (I had to win 5-4 so at this point I'm running to be up 4-1) and this crazy bitch still talking and during her jibber-jabber says "what do you think of me" and I instantly say "you're bat shit crazy." I didn't say it jokingly, I said it matter-of-fucking-factly. Like I would say "no I don't like tomatoes", I KNOW I don't like tomatoes and I KNOW she is bat shit crazy. She sat there awe struck for a few seconds and then kept yapping and joking about it.

Moral of the story: don't annoy people all night then ask what they think of you cause you're gonna get an honest response that you might not like.