That happened to me at an Elks club I played every Sunday afternoon. It so happened that a new bartender took over that shift, and would have the TV on when I came in to set up. I pleasantly told him that I started playing at 2:00, and the TV would have to be turned off as it was too distracting. He muttered something and went about his business. I finished setting up and at my scheduled time, I went over to the bar to tell him I was ready, and please turn it off. He said no, he was watching the game. I went back, apologized to the patrons at the tables, packed up and left. That was the last of the animal joints.