Stupid things you see in a Pool hall
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Funny Stupido
Once in a life time:
A guy enters a pool room with case hanging over his shoulder and with the air of a pro and after a quick peek targets a "rookie" to hustle. After a few "pro" remarks about the table, cloth and his equipment, he tighten his cues and starts talking about a possible gamble. He tries to explain how "bad" on playing he is on that kind of table. He also pointed that he didn't play for like 5 years and started to set the bet and the race runs. He also stated that he offers a handicap if necessary and offered the options (idiotic ones anyway)
After 15 min of lone talking, the "rookie" who never stopped shooting all this time, raise his head and with a strong voice says: "Sorry, I only gamble with pros".
There were many other spicy details of the picture but I hate writing long posts.
Chris
Once in a life time:
A guy enters a pool room with case hanging over his shoulder and with the air of a pro and after a quick peek targets a "rookie" to hustle. After a few "pro" remarks about the table, cloth and his equipment, he tighten his cues and starts talking about a possible gamble. He tries to explain how "bad" on playing he is on that kind of table. He also pointed that he didn't play for like 5 years and started to set the bet and the race runs. He also stated that he offers a handicap if necessary and offered the options (idiotic ones anyway)
After 15 min of lone talking, the "rookie" who never stopped shooting all this time, raise his head and with a strong voice says: "Sorry, I only gamble with pros".
There were many other spicy details of the picture but I hate writing long posts.
Chris
LOL :rotflmao1: Its the thought that counts ,
MMike
:grin-square: When I was starting out to play pool , about three years ago, I walked in the pool hall and I saw two guys playing on the front table.
I didn't know that they were gambling for some serious money, like 20$ a ball or something. I stood there to watch for a few moments.
One of the guys was ready to shoot and it was a tough shot. So...he's just about to shoot, when I realized that there's a penny on the table LOL So I yelled at him! Hold on! Stop!There's a coin on the table!!!
He missed and I was lucky I didn't get my ass kicked.
That's how I learned what they use as markers in gambling:grin-square::grin-square:
That's because no one seems to know anything about that game because it is not on TV.
LOL
Kim
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Here's one for ya.
I own a Plain Jane Tad cue. I traded a Billy Stroud for it in 1997. Well one night I was hitting balls on a table in a room I used to frequent regularly called USA Billiards. Just about everyone in this place knew me and so I felt safe leaving my cue on the table when I took a quick bathroom break. When I returned to the table my cue was gone. "Okay guys, jokes over. Where's my cue?" No one owned up. I started to get frantic. That Tad cue plays great. Solid as any cue out there, and I can't find it anywhere in the room. I thought that maybe some egg picked it up and was playing with it thinking it was a normal house cue. I've seen that before. But no. No one was shooting with my cue and the night was over. Someone stole my Tad. While driving home I was sick thinking about how easily I lost my friend and partner. That Tad.
The next evening while still lamenting my loss I got a call from a friend in USA Billiards who told me how lucky I was. He said he had my cue. He told me as soon as he had walked into the pool room he noticed some guy hitting balls with a cue which looked like my cue so he walked up to him and sure enough, he's got my cue. My friend recognized it instantly. No one else around has a cue anything like this Tad. My friend took the cue and asked where he got it. This idiot says he found it laying on one of the tables the night before and thought it didn't belong to anyone! I have come to believe he really did think no one owned it. Why else would he think he could get away with coming right back into the same room with a cue he just stole the night before?
There really are people in the world this ignorant.
Tom
I own a Plain Jane Tad cue. I traded a Billy Stroud for it in 1997. Well one night I was hitting balls on a table in a room I used to frequent regularly called USA Billiards. Just about everyone in this place knew me and so I felt safe leaving my cue on the table when I took a quick bathroom break. When I returned to the table my cue was gone. "Okay guys, jokes over. Where's my cue?" No one owned up. I started to get frantic. That Tad cue plays great. Solid as any cue out there, and I can't find it anywhere in the room. I thought that maybe some egg picked it up and was playing with it thinking it was a normal house cue. I've seen that before. But no. No one was shooting with my cue and the night was over. Someone stole my Tad. While driving home I was sick thinking about how easily I lost my friend and partner. That Tad.
The next evening while still lamenting my loss I got a call from a friend in USA Billiards who told me how lucky I was. He said he had my cue. He told me as soon as he had walked into the pool room he noticed some guy hitting balls with a cue which looked like my cue so he walked up to him and sure enough, he's got my cue. My friend recognized it instantly. No one else around has a cue anything like this Tad. My friend took the cue and asked where he got it. This idiot says he found it laying on one of the tables the night before and thought it didn't belong to anyone! I have come to believe he really did think no one owned it. Why else would he think he could get away with coming right back into the same room with a cue he just stole the night before?
There really are people in the world this ignorant.
Tom
I didn't think anyone would ever actually do this until last night. I just stood there in complete amazement, unable to move or speak watching him drill his cue into the cube.
I was tempted to tell him there was a thread about people like him on AZBilliards.
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I know a shooter like that... calls it the Drunken Spider.
I love this thread. The one thing that gets my blood boiling is when your opponent stands at the table while you are shooting. Its always a obvious shark attempt by people who do not know pool.
I saw a black dude with short hair and a black ski jacket starting to walk up the ramp headed towards the ladies room. I spoke up to help him out. "That's the ladies room." I said plenty loud enough.
He kept heading for the door. "Dude, that's the ladies room!" I exclaimed, trying to save him at the last second.
My team soon explained that she was a lady.
He kept heading for the door. "Dude, that's the ladies room!" I exclaimed, trying to save him at the last second.
My team soon explained that she was a lady.
A couple guys were playing a game of eight ball on a coin op that was about half way over. A guy came up with quarters, wanting to play next.
Well he started putting the quarters in the slot the he looked like he was going to shove them in. I said, "No, stop!"
He looked at me funny and shoved them in and then his countenance changed as he realized what he'd done.
He was totally sober.
Well he started putting the quarters in the slot the he looked like he was going to shove them in. I said, "No, stop!"
He looked at me funny and shoved them in and then his countenance changed as he realized what he'd done.
He was totally sober.
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Shoebat
It's been about 8 years now and my friend still doesn't see the humor in this- but it cracks me up every time I think of it.
When I first met her, she was a bar banger. She saw me draw the cb for shape and said, "Oh! You drew the ball! I don't draw. I can't do it, so I don't even try."
I was literally dumbfounded. Had no idea what to say to that- I even went home and wrote it down so I wouldn't forget it, it was so crazy.
I still laugh every time I think of it. She really draws very well, now- does it when she needs to without even thinking about it anymore- and yet she still refuses to see the humor in that old way of thinking.
I mean, it's seriously crazy, especially after I got to know her- she's taught herself how to crochet from a book, how to make perfect pie crust from a book- but when it came to drawing a cue ball, what- she tried it a couple of times and quit? Decided she was just going to play pool with only follow and center? She'll never live that down- every time she says she can't do something, I remind her about drawing the cb.
When I first met her, she was a bar banger. She saw me draw the cb for shape and said, "Oh! You drew the ball! I don't draw. I can't do it, so I don't even try."
I was literally dumbfounded. Had no idea what to say to that- I even went home and wrote it down so I wouldn't forget it, it was so crazy.
I still laugh every time I think of it. She really draws very well, now- does it when she needs to without even thinking about it anymore- and yet she still refuses to see the humor in that old way of thinking.
I mean, it's seriously crazy, especially after I got to know her- she's taught herself how to crochet from a book, how to make perfect pie crust from a book- but when it came to drawing a cue ball, what- she tried it a couple of times and quit? Decided she was just going to play pool with only follow and center? She'll never live that down- every time she says she can't do something, I remind her about drawing the cb.
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I know how you feel. I remember nearly getting hit in the face when a cue ball jumped table. Whistling into a picture frame and breaking the glass.
To avoid this situation I lay my playing cue on an the table when I'm racking and its the last thing I pick up on my way to sit down.
Stupid things, yes. In the past I would rack for my wife and then squat down behind the rack while she broke. This to see if I could do this without blinking.
Just lucky I never ended up wearing one on the fore head. But it does give one a different perspective on the break. And it sounds great from that position.
Just lucky I never ended up wearing one on the fore head. But it does give one a different perspective on the break. And it sounds great from that position.
FIRST:
My 33 year old friend still plays like a kid in high school: He shoots well, but hits every ball as FRIGGIN' HARD as possible.
I beat him every game; they are not even close.
I try to give VERY subtle hints, like linking my OWN bad shape to a lapse in MY speed control, but I don't want to be THAT GUY that gives unwanted advice.
SECOND:
Same guy, for a better view, stands in my line of sight for every shot. He is not sharking, just inconsiderate. (At least he stands still.) I have asked him to move, and he does, but it lasts only a little while.
THIRD:
The guy who MUST alternate stripes and solids in an 8-ball rack, even after you KNOW that he KNOWS the rule.
FOURTH:
A regular player offered to let a newbee shoot with his Z2 so the newbee could feel what an LD shaft felt like. The newbee sank 3 balls, but missed #4 and, not thinking, slammed the Z2 shaft on the rail in frustration. (He then owned the Z2). (Why does anyone slam any cue on a rail?)
FIFTH:
Maybe or maybe not stupid, but a peeve: driving the cue into the cloth on every break.
I shape new tips or reshape old tips in a tip tool like I am starting a fire. It is faster. I hope no one thought I was chalking that way.
My 33 year old friend still plays like a kid in high school: He shoots well, but hits every ball as FRIGGIN' HARD as possible.
I beat him every game; they are not even close.
I try to give VERY subtle hints, like linking my OWN bad shape to a lapse in MY speed control, but I don't want to be THAT GUY that gives unwanted advice.
SECOND:
Same guy, for a better view, stands in my line of sight for every shot. He is not sharking, just inconsiderate. (At least he stands still.) I have asked him to move, and he does, but it lasts only a little while.
THIRD:
The guy who MUST alternate stripes and solids in an 8-ball rack, even after you KNOW that he KNOWS the rule.
FOURTH:
A regular player offered to let a newbee shoot with his Z2 so the newbee could feel what an LD shaft felt like. The newbee sank 3 balls, but missed #4 and, not thinking, slammed the Z2 shaft on the rail in frustration. (He then owned the Z2). (Why does anyone slam any cue on a rail?)
FIFTH:
Maybe or maybe not stupid, but a peeve: driving the cue into the cloth on every break.
I shape new tips or reshape old tips in a tip tool like I am starting a fire. It is faster. I hope no one thought I was chalking that way.
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best one yet. haha