I love these stories! Ever consider a writing a book?
For the book Lucy......
For the last few days that fall, I had been playing the shill to the max....It was really a thing of beauty...I had changed my clothes at least five times that day, so the rubes would not know I was the same guy winning all the teddy bears.....Sometimes I lost (on purpose) and I would complain loudly, while walking away, just like a regular Carney going enthusiast.
The barker always gave me the good ball, not the overinflated rubber balls we gave to the paying public.....Julie (the bosses daughter) was always "dressed to impress"...She kept the guys eyes on her, while I casually switched basketballs......While the guys were putting an eye on Julie, their girlfriends would be putting an eye on them, to make sure they didn't stare to hard at Julie and what she was almost exposing......We made a great team.
On this day, which was University Day, our basketball shoot was practically overran with members of the local college basketball team...They were determined to win every bear we had....These guys not only brought their girlfriends, but they brought their own basketballs....They meant business.
Several of them had individually lost before to us, so this time they found strength in unity...They brought their top gunners to close us down...These guys sole purpose was to end us....Not even sweet Julie, shaking all of her God given talents, could get their mind off of our destruction...
I had been playing the Carney rube, with the midway public, when these guys rolled up on us...I quickly saw if I didn't act fast this might have an ugly ending...I went to the back trailer and changed from my rube clothes, into my "sparkling working clothes" and made my entrance...Every eye turned toward my sparkling pants..
I made my typical small talk with these guys, all the while figuring out which ones were pretenders, and which one guy needed to be beaten first to discourage the rest...
Once I had him spotted, it was just a matter of weaving the web and inviting him in....He was a rather tall guy, with very quick twitch muscles...He looked like he could slam dunk a 14 foot rim, but I doubted his shooting abilities....
I told the guy no dunking, and they had to use our basketballs, no substitutes...No more than 2 teddy bears to a customer...These are the house rules, and I am the house...I told them it's normally 2 balls for a dollar, but just for you guys, it's only 4 bits a ball...He did give me a rather quizzical look...
The tall guy took his shots, and as expected, he missed badly, and then he missed again...Another guy stepped up and shot and he missed, and missed again....One by one these guys were all failing...
But then this little guy steps up and wants his turn to shoot....He had been standing to the side and studying the different parameters of why these guys were missing so badly....It was his mathematical calculations the guys were shooting the ball, without enough arc, to open the full circumference of the elevated rim...
This guy was one of their team managers, not even a player....Tonight he was sort of a chaperone, to keep the guys out of trouble...He paid his dollar and knocked down his first of 2 shots, and then a dollar or more later, did it again.
I gave the guy his 2 teddy bears, and then all the guys that had lost before wanted to shoot again...They could not be outdone by their manager...But this time they put a higher arc on the ball and won about a dozen teddy bears that night.....
We lost a few bears to that California team, but we made the money back quickly...These guys, walking the midway, were a walking advertisement for us...Go to the basketball shoot and win a teddy bear or two...It's easy.