I'll tell a short story here. The main characters were me when I was sixteen, a guy who was about twenty or twenty one, and a fourteen ball. We were playing 8-ball for $5 a game ($20-$25 back then). I won three games straight while he continually talked down to me and insulted me. I ignored this because I expected to keep winning but it was annoying me. After I won the fourth game he quit and said I wasn't getting any $5. The 14 ball landed HARD in the middle of his chest, he spent the next ten minutes flat on his back on the floor trying to breathe correctly, and his two friends decided to give me $5 which had something to do, I think, with their admiration for my grip technique on a house cue. Anyway, I and the $5 lived happily ever after.
Those were the days when no one thought or talked about the image of pool and no one ever heard of a pool league.
Reminds me of the time I went to the Park Place bar in Rockville Center, NY on Long Island in a bad snow storm. I played this ex heavyweight boxer (Crazy Charlie) 8 ball $10 a game. I broke ran the table the first game and he walked away back to the bar. I walked back to the bar and asked for my $10 and said, " try and get it". I had the cue in my had and hit him in the head with the butt as hard as I could. One problem...in those days in that area they only allowed breakaway cues in bars. The thing just shattered and he looked at me like, "that the best ya got?", before he started to swing at me. I ducked and then ran out the door. I guess it looked funny that night watching 5' 6" guy running in loafers in mJohnytore than a foot of snow in the middle of a major hwy with a 6' 2" 250 llb maniac chasing me yelling, 'I'll kill you ya SOB. Now those were the good old days.