Little Cowboy story for you all..
When I was 20 I went to a local bar in Colorado Springs called the Rodeo. During the summer they’d have horseshoe tournaments for cash and pitchers of beer. I played horseshoes every summer for the past 10 years.
I see the sign up and jump at the opportunity. $5.00 to play, winner gets $55.00 and 3 pitchers. I’m assigned pit 3. This 6’3”-6’5” cowboy walks up to play me. Boots, cowboy hat and jeans ,probably in his 50s. Honest to GAWD, I say good luck and this SOB spits tobacco at my Nikes( I was wearing shorts, T-shirt, and Jordan’s). I’m like what the F***. This dude throws a ringer and a close point. I double ringer this clown. Commence to destroy this guy 21-6. Win my next three matches for first place.
I take my winnings and pitchers out to my boys and party up. The next week we go back and I am jazzed to throw shoes again. The bastards blackballed me. Wouldn’t let me throw again.
Found out the crybaby who spit at me was the guy who ran the tournament. I ran my mouth at that dude for 30 minutes during his ass whooping for spitting at me. I was extremely lucky he and the boys didn’t thrash me. I’m 5’10’ and was likely a buck 60 at the time.
Now it’s just a fun and partly sad story.