The pool table in Casey’s Bar was always a challenge.
Not only was the floor not square but Casey’s father had made the table with one side’s legs three millimetres shorter than the other side. Hence the table always looked like it was on a slope, which always presented an extra challenge on comp nights.
Casey argued that pool could be equated with golf in that he’d never seen a flat golf course and why couldn’t his pool table be slightly out of square.
One comp night the team from O’Flanagan’s pub, a really unpleasant mob of blokes, complained about the table, said it was unfair, unjust, not pool and as such they weren’t going to play. They made their stand and awaited our response.
Without a moments hesitation Casey wrote up forfeit on the score board and ordered us a round of drinks leaving the O’Flanagan’s snookered, so to speak.