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A conversation that actually happened almost exactly like this

05.22.2017 by David Murray // Leave a Comment

I’m at the Hideout bar at a Studs Terkel event last week. A young bartender hands me my Wooden Leg.

“Are you a pool player?” he asks me.

“Yeah,” I tell him. “I’m a pool player. Why?” Publicityphoto--Algren

“You kicked me and my friend’s ass at the J&M Tavern a couple Sundays ago, about a dozen games in a row.”

That had been a long afternoon, at the end of a long birthday weekend with my old college roommate. But yes, now I did remember. The boy was from Mississippi, right? He'd actually said he was bartending at the Hideout.

“Well, son, I was going well that afternoon.”

“Some Sunday I’d like to take you on again at the J&M."

I smiled at him like Jackie Gleason.

“Yeah, sure, kid. Sure."

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