Odds were good that there was at least one unsuspecting local in the joint with an inflated impression of his talent for pocketing balls, and thus a willingness to throw down “big timber” against the out-of-towner.
Jump the Shark – New York Times
I grew up with a pool table in my house. In junior high, my friends would come over every day after school and we would play for about 3-4 hours..until dinner time. On a couple of rare Friday evenings, we would venture into Fort Oglethorpe and hustle older kids (we were 12-13) and make $20 while our parents thought we were just playing video games.