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rack em up
When I was in the military, stationed in Germany, there were only about four things a guy could do.
1] shoot pool
2] throw darts
3] drink all the German beer you could get your hands on
4] harass all the fine looking German girls who loved American Gi's.
Me, being of high moral integrity [cough], never really participated in 3] or 4]. I just couldn't get into it. You're suppose to be representing America, and here they were, getting drunk as fuck and trying to bang anything willing to give them 15 minutes. In regards to these guys, I avoided them like the plague. Safer that way in many aspects.
But I did like to shoot me some pool. Nothing more relaxing than knocking down a rack of balls, while drinking some ice-cold Bitburger, smoking some hash and listening to the Violent Femmes.
In an effort to give some of the guys something to do on Christmas Day other than miss their family and friends, the powers that be that ran the Army's 8th infantry division [8th ID] decided to have a division wide pool tournament, open to any member of the 8th ID. My only problem was is that the unit I was assigned to, the 39th trans squad, a small unit of only 6 whose principle duty was to police the 8th ID, writing moving violation tickets and generally giving them grief whenever they tried to go on maneuvers.
So it was a heavy brow that I received when I asked if I could shoot in their tournament. "8th ID only, get lost" was what they told me. So I called someone up their chain of command, told him that seeing as I was stuck on base and that I had nothing better to do than inspect all of their vehicles for correct registration numbers, in the snow, on Christmas Eve... that if i was given something to do, say, participate in a pool tournament, then I would be just too dog gone busy to do any vehicle registration inspections, Merry Christmas.
One guy called another, whom called another, and I was placed in the very last bracket...
60-something games of pool later, i had swept all those brackets and won the whole enchilada...
rack em up
When I was in the military, stationed in Germany, there were only about four things a guy could do.
1] shoot pool
2] throw darts
3] drink all the German beer you could get your hands on
4] harass all the fine looking German girls who loved American Gi's.
Me, being of high moral integrity [cough], never really participated in 3] or 4]. I just couldn't get into it. You're suppose to be representing America, and here they were, getting drunk as fuck and trying to bang anything willing to give them 15 minutes. In regards to these guys, I avoided them like the plague. Safer that way in many aspects.
But I did like to shoot me some pool. Nothing more relaxing than knocking down a rack of balls, while drinking some ice-cold Bitburger, smoking some hash and listening to the Violent Femmes.
In an effort to give some of the guys something to do on Christmas Day other than miss their family and friends, the powers that be that ran the Army's 8th infantry division [8th ID] decided to have a division wide pool tournament, open to any member of the 8th ID. My only problem was is that the unit I was assigned to, the 39th trans squad, a small unit of only 6 whose principle duty was to police the 8th ID, writing moving violation tickets and generally giving them grief whenever they tried to go on maneuvers.
So it was a heavy brow that I received when I asked if I could shoot in their tournament. "8th ID only, get lost" was what they told me. So I called someone up their chain of command, told him that seeing as I was stuck on base and that I had nothing better to do than inspect all of their vehicles for correct registration numbers, in the snow, on Christmas Eve... that if i was given something to do, say, participate in a pool tournament, then I would be just too dog gone busy to do any vehicle registration inspections, Merry Christmas.
One guy called another, whom called another, and I was placed in the very last bracket...
60-something games of pool later, i had swept all those brackets and won the whole enchilada...