Cheating Stories- The Good, the Bad, & the Ugly.
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LOL!!
When you say you turned to the crowd,,,all I picture is a bunch of dirty faces looking at you,,and not one with a full set of teeth. LMAO
There you go again, preaching unnecessary violence.
I was sitting here this morning drinking a cup of coffee and wanting to start reading these cheating stories but it's kind of like I don't want to read them all at once and was thinking that if we started a thread where we outted every cheater by name, would it help or not?
Would people like seeing their name, city and state where they were outted? MOst likely not. Would it be a deterrent to cheating? Probably not. Oh well, another idea down the tube. Probably for the best. Most of us learn our lessons the hard way, not by some advice someone gives us, unfortunately.
Would people like seeing their name, city and state where they were outted? MOst likely not. Would it be a deterrent to cheating? Probably not. Oh well, another idea down the tube. Probably for the best. Most of us learn our lessons the hard way, not by some advice someone gives us, unfortunately.
That is really a sad story. The sand-bagging cheater still wins. That sucks BP oil.
I appreciate your candor. Hopefully your story will encourage the yutes coming up, that this type of hustling has a price to pay, as does most hustling.
Come with it, daddy! Swing it! Let it flow. We want to hear yours! :angel2:
Thats some funny story there.
I use to pull this one all the time when playing in some bars.Actually still do this when i need to .Both you and the guy your playing balls are tied up.(Not Ball in hand)You have know shot and if you break them out you lose.I just damp my tip a little and cue really low just to make sure i miscue .Works like a charm,I actually had to do this twice in a row on a guy.I would say damn house cues and go switch it out for another.lol
I was playing another guy one time some cheap eightball and pulled this on him.He offered to give the shot back to me.lol
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Probally not Joey...We've had threads about people that shoot air barrels where most think they should be outed but still got some that think..well long as they didn't shoot a air barrel @ me it's ok..Cheating & Shooting air barrels fall in the same catagory in my book & I don't believe nobody should get a free pass & should be exposed...You've known me A long time Joey & seen me take my fair share of losses with some going well into the thousands & I bet you nver heard of me stiffing/cheating anyone...Back in the day we did stuff like laying a lemon or 2 to throw off my players true speed but never cheated/aired...Some people feel like it's all the same...I myself see a clear difference...One is hustling the other is downright stealing...just my 2 cents on the matter.
I've never heard of YOU stiffing anyone or cheating anyone and dat dere is de honest to gawd troot.
I'm not sure if this counts, but a guy I used to play at a bar years ago used to amaze me with how often he ran out....every time I went to the bathroom.
I don't care if someone shoots while I'm in the john if we're not betting, but I swear to god, with this one guy, every single time I came out it was "oh I ran out the table". So one time I asked the bartender to watch and he confirmed that as soon as I went into the bathroom this guy swept the balls down and waited, and as soon as I came out it was "oh I ran the table".
What the hell? Why would you even do that if you're not even playing for anything? What would be the point? This was on a quarter table also. I still don't understand it to this day.
I don't care if someone shoots while I'm in the john if we're not betting, but I swear to god, with this one guy, every single time I came out it was "oh I ran out the table". So one time I asked the bartender to watch and he confirmed that as soon as I went into the bathroom this guy swept the balls down and waited, and as soon as I came out it was "oh I ran the table".
What the hell? Why would you even do that if you're not even playing for anything? What would be the point? This was on a quarter table also. I still don't understand it to this day.
I'm not sure if this counts, but a guy I used to play at a bar years ago used to amaze me with how often he ran out....every time I went to the bathroom.
I don't care if someone shoots while I'm in the john if we're not betting, but I swear to god, with this one guy, every single time I came out it was "oh I ran out the table". So one time I asked the bartender to watch and he confirmed that as soon as I went into the bathroom this guy swept the balls down and waited, and as soon as I came out it was "oh I ran the table".
What the hell? Why would you even do that if you're not even playing for anything? What would be the point? This was on a quarter table also. I still don't understand it to this day.
Mysticism.
Jeff Livingston
That was the condensed story. When I say he was drunk, what he really was , was a loudmouthed obnoxious drunk that was trying to pull crap with me. Neither my friend nor myself appreciated it. He got what was coming to him.
Don't let Jeff bother you, he's just a washed-up, bitter, old POS.
It didn't bother me. In fact, rereading what I originally wrote, I could see why Jeff said what he did! :embarrassed2:
When I was a kid (21) in 1987 I was in Ras Tanurah Saudi Arabia playing 8 ball with these brothers from Montreal. We were playing 100 riyals a game, about $26. I was winning most of them, and getting a pretty good buzz on. The last game we decided to play for 500 riyals or $130. It came down to the last shot and he had a pretty tough shot, a cut down the rail 3/4 the length of the table. As he was shooting I was distracted, and the ball went in. I lost, and being an honest trusting and somewhat drunk 21 year old I paid up. Later that night a girl told me he missed the shot and his brother grabbed the ball and put it in the pocket. I couldn't believe it, as I was a very honest gambler. I looked for them for two days, and they managed to dodge me until they left the Kingdom, and I never saw them again. I wanted to beat the shit out of both of them, but instead I learned a valuable gambling lesson at a young age.
Good for you that you not only won, but you beat him at his own "game" (I'm not talking about the 8-ball game here).
Funny, I've read on this site MANY good things about your opponent in that match. I guess at some point ANY poolplayer might have a lapse of reasoning.
Uh, count that as two lapses of reasoning, but I won't go into the details.
ive posted this story before on az. so regulars on az pardon the repost
I was in school at UF and action was hard to find in Gainesville so one night we heard that a local room owner in Ocala was going off some and would play. So me and a buddy hop in a car and go 30 min south to Ocala. We walk in the door and horrors! There is John Ferber playing our designated mark some 1 pocket. On this occasion though, John had underestimated the 1 pocket game of his opponent and was in a bad spot giving up too much weight. The bet was a race to 5 for $300 as I remember it, a good wager in the late 80s for Ocala Florida.
The score was something like 2-1 in games and John was down a few balls to nothing in the 4th game. His opponent slows kicks at a ball and doesnt hit a rail.
Ferber yells "Thats a faaawwwlll" with his hick accent and walks over and picks up the cue ball.
"What the hell do you think your doing?" His opponent says.
"W'all it was a fawwwll and I gets ball in hand on a fawwwl raaht?"
"Hell no you dont!"
They argued back and forth until finally the guy Ferber was playing cracked his cue in anger and told John the game was over and to get the hell out.
Me and my buddy were stunned at this move. Ferber knew exactly that if he played stupid and cried FAWWWWWLL then it might just end this bad game. We didnt get the owner to play us either. He was so mad at Ferber he wouldnt play anyone and just sat there drinking beer biatching about Honest John.
I was in school at UF and action was hard to find in Gainesville so one night we heard that a local room owner in Ocala was going off some and would play. So me and a buddy hop in a car and go 30 min south to Ocala. We walk in the door and horrors! There is John Ferber playing our designated mark some 1 pocket. On this occasion though, John had underestimated the 1 pocket game of his opponent and was in a bad spot giving up too much weight. The bet was a race to 5 for $300 as I remember it, a good wager in the late 80s for Ocala Florida.
The score was something like 2-1 in games and John was down a few balls to nothing in the 4th game. His opponent slows kicks at a ball and doesnt hit a rail.
Ferber yells "Thats a faaawwwlll" with his hick accent and walks over and picks up the cue ball.
"What the hell do you think your doing?" His opponent says.
"W'all it was a fawwwll and I gets ball in hand on a fawwwl raaht?"
"Hell no you dont!"
They argued back and forth until finally the guy Ferber was playing cracked his cue in anger and told John the game was over and to get the hell out.
Me and my buddy were stunned at this move. Ferber knew exactly that if he played stupid and cried FAWWWWWLL then it might just end this bad game. We didnt get the owner to play us either. He was so mad at Ferber he wouldnt play anyone and just sat there drinking beer biatching about Honest John.
I was playing in a Valley 8 ball league a long while back against a player I will call Jeff. Jeff was a player that would go to extremes to win a game. Jeff could shoot but would often as happen was our team would out shoot his. So Jeff would often have to go to the dark side to win.
With both teams tied for first and the first two rounds split between us it was Jeff that broke against me. The spread of the table had the 4 solids blocked by the 8ball and so he naturally ran out the stripes at the open end of the table down to his last stripe. The 8 ball although it was close to the corner pocket was surrounded by an army of solids making the window very small to make it. His position on the last remaining stripe was a straight in long shot requiring plenty of draw. In perfect line on draw back was a solid that he knew and I knew would not allow him the position he needed even if he could draw like Mike Massey as he was slightly jacked up.
A extended long period of thinking out the shot ensued; causing everyone that was once glued to the game to become disinterested. Then he shot the shot with plenty of draw and as whitey started backing up he pushed the interfering solid to the side with his bridge hand ninety degrees away from the cue ball line.
I yell out, "Foul" but nobody was watching. I said,"You purposely moved the solid"...he answers back "I accidently brushed it!" The result was the cue ball rested perfectly in tiny window of position he needed for a straight in 8 ball. He smiled at me knowing he cheated and that I did too but the rules were in his favor. A long argument followed but nobody saw a thing. My word against his.
The only thing I could do was move the solid back to its original position and let him shoot the 8ball for the win. They finally beat us that night.
With both teams tied for first and the first two rounds split between us it was Jeff that broke against me. The spread of the table had the 4 solids blocked by the 8ball and so he naturally ran out the stripes at the open end of the table down to his last stripe. The 8 ball although it was close to the corner pocket was surrounded by an army of solids making the window very small to make it. His position on the last remaining stripe was a straight in long shot requiring plenty of draw. In perfect line on draw back was a solid that he knew and I knew would not allow him the position he needed even if he could draw like Mike Massey as he was slightly jacked up.
A extended long period of thinking out the shot ensued; causing everyone that was once glued to the game to become disinterested. Then he shot the shot with plenty of draw and as whitey started backing up he pushed the interfering solid to the side with his bridge hand ninety degrees away from the cue ball line.
I yell out, "Foul" but nobody was watching. I said,"You purposely moved the solid"...he answers back "I accidently brushed it!" The result was the cue ball rested perfectly in tiny window of position he needed for a straight in 8 ball. He smiled at me knowing he cheated and that I did too but the rules were in his favor. A long argument followed but nobody saw a thing. My word against his.
The only thing I could do was move the solid back to its original position and let him shoot the 8ball for the win. They finally beat us that night.