Bar Billiards – Out of Retirement

I had decided this year not to play in the Norwich bar billiards league, but just to loiter around a couple of games and go to the international events in Sudbury. I’ve decided international games are really the future for my natural bar billiards talents where I continue to aspire just not to come last. However, sometimes, a hero is needed and as the Serengeti team captain Roy couldn’t find one, I agreed to play for the team once again. I got to the White Lion a little early to calm my nerves and I went with the landlord Oscar recommended Racing Pigeons from Electric Bear Brewing Company of Bath. As an aside, many things from Bath are a bit exceptional and this was a decent hazy, light, stone fruit packed little number. Anyway, pint in hand, nerves only partially frayed, I was ready.

The draw was completed and I always hope to not be drawn third or fourth as that means the food might be brought out and my game play is heavily impacted. First is handy, it gets the game out of the way although last isn’t great as it might be the deciding game and I might crack with the pressure of it all.

Right, we’re off. We were playing the team from the Artichoke and my opponent was playing her first league match, which is something that’s usually a curse as beginner’s luck and all that.

I’ll take that, but I must admit to feeling the pressure a little and had a fair few rather sub-optimal shots for a while. I always think that playing first is a bit like doing karaoke sober, although to be fair, I’ve never done karaoke but I’ve listened to other people screeching. There’s a choice between grinding in the 10 and 20 shots to try and build up a steady score, or going for some of the bigger shots. I went for a few bigger shots, but only a couple came off, so I reverted to my more normal boring play. But, there’s a job to do, it’s not meant to be pretty.

Then watching the next few games and I’d note that this is a sub-optimal shot to have to play. The Serengeti lost the second and third singles games, but there was then a flurry of excitement as the team won the next five matches.

And the main event is now here. This year things have changed so players pay £2 each for the food which is provided, but that seemed more than agreeable to me as Oscar does provide a generous spread. Fortunately it was sufficiently generous for me to get two plate fulls (and I would add that I didn’t take these two plates at once) so I was suitably surprised and delighted.

Incidentally, I did ask John, the Artichoke’s captain, if his team wanted to have a go at the food first. However, I think he knew that I hoped he would say no, which meant I was the ready volunteer to test matters.

The two team captains, John and Roy. Both really wonderful welcoming people and a credit to the league.

The pressure was off at this point so I got a Black Stag from Peak Ales, a coffee and chocolate stout with some liquorice evident in the taste.

After the five wins in a row, it was time for Guy and I to see what we could do in the final game, although the pressure was now off us. The father and son team of John and Jack were just too strong for Guy and I, but their win was well deserved. The end result was 6-3 to the Serengeti, but there were several close games and it could have gone either way. We did miss Emma shouting about “it’s a timed game” which normally pierces the air like a bar billiards air-raid siren but we did miss her! I’m intending to go back into retirement now, just turning up to a few games to watch and to see if there’s any food going spare….

And, as another aside, I’ve really enjoyed this whole league thing and there are a record number of teams in the league this year. It’s a way that people can be brought together and hopefully there will be more people engaged and interested with the process, with maybe even more teams next year. Pete has a Youtube bar billiards channel going at https://www.youtube.com/@NorwichBarBilliards and there’s a chance, if he isn’t scared off by editing several hours of me missing 50 shots in a row, then Zak (my official bar billiards trainer and spiritual tormentor when he’s in good form which is nearly always) and I might just embark on a tour of every table in the league. The goal? For me to finally beat him somewhere, anywhere even if I have to tilt the table slightly in my favour. But that’s a saga for another post. Watch this space.