Shooters

Wow where do I start about this place.  If the number of 80's Fiero's and Firebirds parked here doesn't spell trouble to you right away and you decide to actually enter this place, arm yourself.  I went with my girlfriend at the time and a college friend while we were in town visiting her parents.  Things started off just fine.  Got a pool table, got some Heinekens and started to play.  Of course I was beating everyones ass as usual.  The place was empty, but us and a table of 2-3 redneck idiots (no shortage in this town).  My girlfriend was dressed in a short polo style dress, that was mistake numero uno.  Mistake numero dos was the bartender not cutting them off.  So as the night wore on, they kept staring at my girlfriend and eyeing her down with their rape stares.  When it was closing time and it was time for us to go...we politely returned our euqipment and threw our bottles away to head for the door.  Now the problem arises.  I have a friend with me that used to be a college defensive end.  These boys decide that they like my girlfriend a little more than I do, which wasn't true at all.  So amongst the whistling and cat calls.  They start to creep on us, so I make sure she gets out and I give her the keys to go get in the car.  We're out front now and we're just trying to walk away.  Dudes are trying to taunt us into fighting them, you know like redneck gentlemen.  So I pull out a knife that I just happened to have in my pocket (always carry knives into bars...ALWAYS, unless you're insane...then don't).  So we ended up just walking back to the car after I threatened to stab them.  All in all that was about the extent of my relationship with Shooters.  I almost had to stab some motherfuckers.  So if you like stabbing people or having retarded hicks try and kill you...this is your place my friends.