What's the most interesting sore loser stories you've witnessed?
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where is the pool room close to here? just wondering.
Reminds me of a guy here !
haha...alomst got 1 that's same...Had a local guy here..."hope he reads az"
Johnny Fanguy...playing another local Troy Lirette a race to 4 for $20 dollars...Johnny was down 3-0 and missed a shot leaving Troy about 3 stop shots to win the set...u could see Johnny grimmace a lil when he missed & saw the layout...he was playing with his new meucci which i think he paid bout $500 for...In the middle of the filled bar which has bout 8 tables & was packed that night...Johnny lays down on the floor acting like he passed out...He was holding on to his stick tho like a dead man holding a rifle sticking str8 up...which made it even more hilarious...n e body knows that if you pass out there's no sub conscious switch that will turn on to protect urself or what u holding while u on ur way down to the floor...lol....Me being the guy i am...plus it was late & i was good and drunk...I procceed & yell out...look Johnny passed out...I am gonna steal his stick...He won't know who got it anyway...I go over & have to pry the stick out of his hands...he was already committed to his act so he had to go with it...so i pryed it out of the passed out guys hand....lmao & went put it behind the bar while the whole place was laughing at Johnny and his circus performance...The other Troy being the nice guy that he was never said too much...just that he couldn't believe somebody would go to that extremes for a $20 dollar bet...was funny as hell..specially being under the influence @ da time.
Disclaimer - Johnny got his stick back & no Humans or Animals were hurt performing the above said stunt !!!! lol
I'm pretty sure that you're thinking of Fabio Petroni, and yeah, what a mess!
I have had an opponent fake a heart attack to get out of a set he had no chance to win...Down 10-6 in a race to 11, my break, his left shoulder starts hurting. He left to go to the hospital, acting like he might die any minute...
He was back the next night, wanting to play some more, on the condition that the set from last night didn't count....because after all, he almost died.
haha...alomst got 1 that's same...Had a local guy here..."hope he reads az"
Johnny Fanguy...playing another local Troy Lirette a race to 4 for $20 dollars...Johnny was down 3-0 and missed a shot leaving Troy about 3 stop shots to win the set...u could see Johnny grimmace a lil when he missed & saw the layout...he was playing with his new meucci which i think he paid bout $500 for...In the middle of the filled bar which has bout 8 tables & was packed that night...Johnny lays down on the floor acting like he passed out...He was holding on to his stick tho like a dead man holding a rifle sticking str8 up...which made it even more hilarious...n e body knows that if you pass out there's no sub conscious switch that will turn on to protect urself or what u holding while u on ur way down to the floor...lol....Me being the guy i am...plus it was late & i was good and drunk...I procceed & yell out...look Johnny passed out...I am gonna steal his stick...He won't know who got it anyway...I go over & have to pry the stick out of his hands...he was already committed to his act so he had to go with it...so i pryed it out of the passed out guys hand....lmao & went put it behind the bar while the whole place was laughing at Johnny and his circus performance...The other Troy being the nice guy that he was never said too much...just that he couldn't believe somebody would go to that extremes for a $20 dollar bet...was funny as hell..specially being under the influence @ da time.
Disclaimer - Johnny got his stick back & no Humans or Animals were hurt performing the above said stunt !!!! lol
It looks like no one feels like sharing any stories where they were the sore loser, so I'll share one that I'm not very proud of...
I was playing a tourney in a seedy little redneck bar somewhere in Oklahoma, and I had lost my first match of the night. I fought my way through the loser's bracket, winning probably 8 or 9 matches in a row, and ended up in the finals.
I lose the coin toss, the guy breaks and leaves a wide open table, and played well enough to run out. At this point, I lost all hope of winning. My opponent is moving through the rack flawlessly, playing perfect position on every ball...He gets a little funny on the ball before the 8, and left himself a tough shot, but still very makeable. He misses by a foot, leaving me a wide open table for the cash. I run out all my balls, play perfect shape on the 8...and you know what happened next...
I hung up the ball!!!! I smiled and shook my head, and gently tapped the ball into the pocket with my hand. I shook the guy's hand and said "Good game", then I grabbed my piece of chalk and went to the bathroom.
I entered the restroom, and hurled the piece of chalk at the wall with enough force to completely vaporize that mother*****. I was fine after that.
Moral of the story? Don't use green Master chalk. It will make you miss.
I was playing a tourney in a seedy little redneck bar somewhere in Oklahoma, and I had lost my first match of the night. I fought my way through the loser's bracket, winning probably 8 or 9 matches in a row, and ended up in the finals.
I lose the coin toss, the guy breaks and leaves a wide open table, and played well enough to run out. At this point, I lost all hope of winning. My opponent is moving through the rack flawlessly, playing perfect position on every ball...He gets a little funny on the ball before the 8, and left himself a tough shot, but still very makeable. He misses by a foot, leaving me a wide open table for the cash. I run out all my balls, play perfect shape on the 8...and you know what happened next...
I hung up the ball!!!! I smiled and shook my head, and gently tapped the ball into the pocket with my hand. I shook the guy's hand and said "Good game", then I grabbed my piece of chalk and went to the bathroom.
I entered the restroom, and hurled the piece of chalk at the wall with enough force to completely vaporize that mother*****. I was fine after that.
Moral of the story? Don't use green Master chalk. It will make you miss.
It looks like no one feels like sharing any stories where they were the sore loser, so I'll share one that I'm not very proud of...
I was playing a tourney in a seedy little redneck bar somewhere in Oklahoma, and I had lost my first match of the night. I fought my way through the loser's bracket, winning probably 8 or 9 matches in a row, and ended up in the finals.
I lose the coin toss, the guy breaks and leaves a wide open table, and played well enough to run out. At this point, I lost all hope of winning. My opponent is moving through the rack flawlessly, playing perfect position on every ball...He gets a little funny on the ball before the 8, and left himself a tough shot, but still very makeable. He misses by a foot, leaving me a wide open table for the cash. I run out all my balls, play perfect shape on the 8...and you know what happened next...
I hung up the ball!!!! I smiled and shook my head, and gently tapped the ball into the pocket with my hand. I shook the guy's hand and said "Good game", then I grabbed my piece of chalk and went to the bathroom.
I entered the restroom, and hurled the piece of chalk at the wall with enough force to completely vaporize that mother*****. I was fine after that.
Moral of the story? Don't use green Master chalk. It will make you miss.
Ya know, it just doesn't surprise me you'd pull such a gangsta move like that. How can you live with yourself after such a criminal, despicable act like that?
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KK9 <-- was thinkin 420 would share sumthin like he punched out an 80 year old lady after she skunked him, but no, he's a freakin choir boy that lost his grip in the potty. :grin-square: :wink:
Coco you must be talkin' bout somebody else...you too cheap to have a Richard Black ... lol
Sorry, man, that's about as crazy as I get.
I don't know if I've told you this, but my grandma plays a decent game of pool. She's 74, and can hang out and drink with the boys until the sun comes up...She's actually knocked me out of a tournament before, and I was somehow able to restrain myself from opening the proverbial can of whoopass on her.
-420 <<<unashamed choir boy
Admit it, Joey. You took his car and sold it. You sly dog, you.
Story
here one that happened to me back in the late eighties at a little bar called the Firehouse pub. They had Four bar boxes and they use to see small action just about every night. I hung out there a lot trying to make rent or electric money, or whatever happened to be due at the time.
So this guy comes in who we had never seen before and pretty soon walks up and wants to get in our game. We were just messing around and said sure what do you want to play for, and which one of us do you want to play?
He says $5 a game and of course he picked me! So we play a couple of games and he is not very good, so I win 3 or 4 in a row and can see him getting more pissed off every time he has to pay up. The last game we played he started calling me a hustler and I said i didn't ask you to play! You asked me, and besides were only playing for $5 a game.
The last game is a break and run and he just slams his bar cue against the wall and throws the $5 on the floor at my feet. I'm thinking there ain't no way I'm bending over for that $5 dollars. Well my buddy had been drinking more than me and bent over to grab it. Sure enough the guy kicks him square in the face! So i grab him and try to hold him while everyone runs over to help throw him out of the bar.
Well after this I walk up to the bar to get another beer, you know after working up a good sweat and all with all of the excitement. So I order my beer and I am trying to break my cue apart and my hands are to sweaty to get it apart. Me being as smart as I am, ask this big ugly guy sitting at the bar if he can break my cue apart for me.
He says sure and takes it out of my hand and procedes to put it across his knee and breaks it in half while I stand there watching. Now I am kind of a small guy at about 150lbs looking at this guy who must be at least 250lbs and is one of the meanest looking guys I have ever seen. Me being me and not always making the right choices, hauls off and just hits the guy right square in the nose and grabs him in a headlock.
Well this monster of a man comes off of that bar stool like a raging bull out of the gate with me still hanging on to his neck. I remember him turning his head to look at me and me hanging on for dear life just like it was yesterday. I'm thinking to myself this it, I might as well go down in flames. So I just start wailing on his head while he starts spinning me in a circle with my feet 6 foot off the ground. I remember him slamming my head on the pool table and him ending up on top of me and me looking up at him and thinking this is it, I'm done for.
Just then about 8 guys drag this monster off of me and throw him out of the bar. When it was all over you could look at me and not even tell I had been in a fight, but I had two broken ribs, needed 4 stitches in my head and was sore for at least two months.
One of my friends worked with the guy and he showed up at the job site the next day telling a story about getting jumped by 6 guys at the bar the night before. He had two black eyes, a busted nose and two fat lips.
I ran into the guy a couple of months later and he walked up to me. I thought here we go again I'm dead, but he apologized and said he had been drunk that night no hard feelings. I said sure it's ok by me but I didn't ask him to pay for my cue though.
Morals of the story
1. you never know who might be the friend of the guy your gambling with.
2. never ask someone to break your cue apart for you.
3. if someone breaks your cue in half at least wait to see if they hand it back to you before hitting them!
here one that happened to me back in the late eighties at a little bar called the Firehouse pub. They had Four bar boxes and they use to see small action just about every night. I hung out there a lot trying to make rent or electric money, or whatever happened to be due at the time.
So this guy comes in who we had never seen before and pretty soon walks up and wants to get in our game. We were just messing around and said sure what do you want to play for, and which one of us do you want to play?
He says $5 a game and of course he picked me! So we play a couple of games and he is not very good, so I win 3 or 4 in a row and can see him getting more pissed off every time he has to pay up. The last game we played he started calling me a hustler and I said i didn't ask you to play! You asked me, and besides were only playing for $5 a game.
The last game is a break and run and he just slams his bar cue against the wall and throws the $5 on the floor at my feet. I'm thinking there ain't no way I'm bending over for that $5 dollars. Well my buddy had been drinking more than me and bent over to grab it. Sure enough the guy kicks him square in the face! So i grab him and try to hold him while everyone runs over to help throw him out of the bar.
Well after this I walk up to the bar to get another beer, you know after working up a good sweat and all with all of the excitement. So I order my beer and I am trying to break my cue apart and my hands are to sweaty to get it apart. Me being as smart as I am, ask this big ugly guy sitting at the bar if he can break my cue apart for me.
He says sure and takes it out of my hand and procedes to put it across his knee and breaks it in half while I stand there watching. Now I am kind of a small guy at about 150lbs looking at this guy who must be at least 250lbs and is one of the meanest looking guys I have ever seen. Me being me and not always making the right choices, hauls off and just hits the guy right square in the nose and grabs him in a headlock.
Well this monster of a man comes off of that bar stool like a raging bull out of the gate with me still hanging on to his neck. I remember him turning his head to look at me and me hanging on for dear life just like it was yesterday. I'm thinking to myself this it, I might as well go down in flames. So I just start wailing on his head while he starts spinning me in a circle with my feet 6 foot off the ground. I remember him slamming my head on the pool table and him ending up on top of me and me looking up at him and thinking this is it, I'm done for.
Just then about 8 guys drag this monster off of me and throw him out of the bar. When it was all over you could look at me and not even tell I had been in a fight, but I had two broken ribs, needed 4 stitches in my head and was sore for at least two months.
One of my friends worked with the guy and he showed up at the job site the next day telling a story about getting jumped by 6 guys at the bar the night before. He had two black eyes, a busted nose and two fat lips.
I ran into the guy a couple of months later and he walked up to me. I thought here we go again I'm dead, but he apologized and said he had been drunk that night no hard feelings. I said sure it's ok by me but I didn't ask him to pay for my cue though.
Morals of the story
1. you never know who might be the friend of the guy your gambling with.
2. never ask someone to break your cue apart for you.
3. if someone breaks your cue in half at least wait to see if they hand it back to you before hitting them!