I tried to send a little green your way, but I was informed I have to spread it around to others before I can send some your way again! :thumbup:
CJ Wiley
- Thread starter Luther Blissett
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I tried to send a little green your way, but I was informed I have to spread it around to others before I can send some your way again! :thumbup:
Timing is so important for humor....
...I think you caught some people getting up on the wrong side of the bed, Luther.
...gotta feeling CJ will grin when he sees it though.
http://www.google.ca/url?sa=t&rct=j...=OcZI51thopciitlgc8CaZQ&bvm=bv.44770516,d.dmg
...I think you caught some people getting up on the wrong side of the bed, Luther.
...gotta feeling CJ will grin when he sees it though.
http://www.google.ca/url?sa=t&rct=j...=OcZI51thopciitlgc8CaZQ&bvm=bv.44770516,d.dmg
Pathetic Shark
Banned
Who's Luther Blissett? Only the man AC Milan bought by mistake, that's who.
ROAD PLAYER DAYS - Real Pool Hustling Days..Names changed to protect the Innocent
Yes, I should start posting more on Face Book....here's a Gambling/Hustling story I wrote from my "Road Player" days almost 30 years ago:
I sat in the backseat, thumbing through my partners road map. Each state had
many towns circled with names, numbers and descriptions beside them. I knew
if I wanted more detail they also had a "spot book" that would have every
player in each town with a description of them and an order in which we
would ideally "take the town off". You see we weren't interested in just
beating someone playing pool, we were out to beat the whole town out of as
much as possible. Most little towns had their "champion" that everybody
would bet on and usually we would have to play him to win a big score, but
not always. I have been a part of huge scores where we were playing someone
that couldn't hit the ocean if they were standing on the beach. I wasn't
the one that was usually playing the pigeons. That was usually done by my
partner that looked more like a football player than a pool player, but
don't ever let looks deceive you, he could play right under championship
speed, especially on the bar size tables.
Sometimes it was difficult to even know what state we were in when we
finally got a hotel at the end of the night, but I didn't even care. I just
needed to find my next opponent like a junkie needs that next fix. I loved
the action, but more importantly I loved to win the money. There are many
people that think they are "pool hustlers" but there are several levels that
most are unaware of. First you have the scuffler. He is the bottom feeder
and constantly moves around to different bars looking for someone that is
either drunk or simply can't play. This type guy wouldn't bet two big dogs
could whip a little dog and usually won't even put up $100 unless he sees
buzzards flying over the poor victim. Next you have the typical hustler.
This guy usually plays better than he looks and knows a thousand and one
proposition games that look to good to be true and definitely are. I
like some of these guys, but they don't really get any true respect from my
group. Then there are the "players". These guys play like burning hell as
long as they can't lose any of there own money. They usually have a
"stake-horse" that puts up the money and they play their hearts out.
Unfortunately their hearts aren't that resilient and even though they play
well and run balls properly, when they get up against the elite group
they know their place and usually bow out peacefully once they know
they are in a bad game. The next group are the ones that I get
involved with and it is purely business. I know they will get the money and
we don't have to worry about gambling, but strategically milk the room for the
maximum amount. We are called the "road warriors". We stay on the road
because once people know who we are and how we play they would rather gargle
razor blades than play us for any amount of money. Not only will they lose
their precious to us, chances are they will lose their self esteem (temporarily) as
well. we relish the thought of not only beating another player, but enjoy sending to a shrink for a month or two. The beauty is
there's no physical harm, unlike a boxer that can cause brain damage
physically, we just wanted to cause damage mentally and financially.
"We have arrived! You better write down your names so you don't forget this
time".
I reached into the front seat and was handed the "spot book". I thumbed
through until I found the town that we were in and started to study the
information. Looks like there is one main pool room and two bars that
everybody gambles in. The pool room had a player with a seven beside his
name and description of what he played, how much he would bet and how he had
lost the most money in the past. The other bars had a couple of scufflers
that fed off two of the regulars. One owned a car dealership and the other
was a bookmaker that took sports bets and used one of the bars as an
"office". I immediately knew that he would be my target. The main goal
would be to go to the bar and mix with the crowd for awhile. We would get
on the pool table and bet a few dollars, but we would be more interested on
meeting the key people and putting something in their head that would elicit
greed. You can't con an honest man, right? We basically wanted everyone to
know that we had a lot of money and not much sense.
We pulled over at a little country cafe and went in to get some good food
before we were subjected to the bar scene, where pork rines were considered
a delicacy. We would also use this time to get a plan together and decide
who would play and in what order and if we would split up and cover the pool
room and the bars. I enjoyed this as much as actually playing sometimes.
Like I said before it is not the winning that was important to a road
player, but winning the maximum amount that made the difference. I would
run in to other road players that were unfortunate enough to get behind us
on a road trip. They would come in to town a day or two after we had left.
I always got a good laugh when they would comment that we would leave
nothing but tombstones in these poor pool rooms and bars. Some of the towns
wouldn't take kindly to someone asking to play for money soon after we had
tortured them. They weren't in the best of moods about gambling at pool
after we had drained them.
After we ate we started chit chatting with our waitress and started dropping
a few names that were our targets. She immediately knew one of them and started to give us personal information about him. He will never know that he was “set up” by a friend of his without her even knowing it. It is amazing how often someone we would
meet would actually know one of the names on our list and unknowingly give
us detailed information on where to find them and how to approach them.
Sometimes our spot book wasn't up to date and there would be another place
to play in town or another player that we could key on. It didn't matter,
once we were in town for a few hours we knew we would have all the info we
would need to take off a score. This was our business and we knew it very,
very well. We got directions to where we needed to go and we headed for the
car. As I stepped out the door I could feel the flakes of snow falling and
got an instant adrenaline rush. I knew tonight everyone would be inside,
out of the weather and doing what they enjoyed most, gambling at pool.
Little did any of them know who had just come into their little town and
what was in store for the ones that would play a stranger a game of pool. I
got into the backseat of the car and started to rehearse my lines and
fantasize about winning my biggest score as we prepared to go to the nights “office” and see what our “bosses” were willing to pay us for the chance of beating us out of our money - :wink: that would be the day!
For more "Road" stories check out www.cjwiley.com
Yes, I should start posting more on Face Book....here's a Gambling/Hustling story I wrote from my "Road Player" days almost 30 years ago:
I sat in the backseat, thumbing through my partners road map. Each state had
many towns circled with names, numbers and descriptions beside them. I knew
if I wanted more detail they also had a "spot book" that would have every
player in each town with a description of them and an order in which we
would ideally "take the town off". You see we weren't interested in just
beating someone playing pool, we were out to beat the whole town out of as
much as possible. Most little towns had their "champion" that everybody
would bet on and usually we would have to play him to win a big score, but
not always. I have been a part of huge scores where we were playing someone
that couldn't hit the ocean if they were standing on the beach. I wasn't
the one that was usually playing the pigeons. That was usually done by my
partner that looked more like a football player than a pool player, but
don't ever let looks deceive you, he could play right under championship
speed, especially on the bar size tables.
Sometimes it was difficult to even know what state we were in when we
finally got a hotel at the end of the night, but I didn't even care. I just
needed to find my next opponent like a junkie needs that next fix. I loved
the action, but more importantly I loved to win the money. There are many
people that think they are "pool hustlers" but there are several levels that
most are unaware of. First you have the scuffler. He is the bottom feeder
and constantly moves around to different bars looking for someone that is
either drunk or simply can't play. This type guy wouldn't bet two big dogs
could whip a little dog and usually won't even put up $100 unless he sees
buzzards flying over the poor victim. Next you have the typical hustler.
This guy usually plays better than he looks and knows a thousand and one
proposition games that look to good to be true and definitely are. I
like some of these guys, but they don't really get any true respect from my
group. Then there are the "players". These guys play like burning hell as
long as they can't lose any of there own money. They usually have a
"stake-horse" that puts up the money and they play their hearts out.
Unfortunately their hearts aren't that resilient and even though they play
well and run balls properly, when they get up against the elite group
they know their place and usually bow out peacefully once they know
they are in a bad game. The next group are the ones that I get
involved with and it is purely business. I know they will get the money and
we don't have to worry about gambling, but strategically milk the room for the
maximum amount. We are called the "road warriors". We stay on the road
because once people know who we are and how we play they would rather gargle
razor blades than play us for any amount of money. Not only will they lose
their precious to us, chances are they will lose their self esteem (temporarily) as
well. we relish the thought of not only beating another player, but enjoy sending to a shrink for a month or two. The beauty is
there's no physical harm, unlike a boxer that can cause brain damage
physically, we just wanted to cause damage mentally and financially.
"We have arrived! You better write down your names so you don't forget this
time".
I reached into the front seat and was handed the "spot book". I thumbed
through until I found the town that we were in and started to study the
information. Looks like there is one main pool room and two bars that
everybody gambles in. The pool room had a player with a seven beside his
name and description of what he played, how much he would bet and how he had
lost the most money in the past. The other bars had a couple of scufflers
that fed off two of the regulars. One owned a car dealership and the other
was a bookmaker that took sports bets and used one of the bars as an
"office". I immediately knew that he would be my target. The main goal
would be to go to the bar and mix with the crowd for awhile. We would get
on the pool table and bet a few dollars, but we would be more interested on
meeting the key people and putting something in their head that would elicit
greed. You can't con an honest man, right? We basically wanted everyone to
know that we had a lot of money and not much sense.
We pulled over at a little country cafe and went in to get some good food
before we were subjected to the bar scene, where pork rines were considered
a delicacy. We would also use this time to get a plan together and decide
who would play and in what order and if we would split up and cover the pool
room and the bars. I enjoyed this as much as actually playing sometimes.
Like I said before it is not the winning that was important to a road
player, but winning the maximum amount that made the difference. I would
run in to other road players that were unfortunate enough to get behind us
on a road trip. They would come in to town a day or two after we had left.
I always got a good laugh when they would comment that we would leave
nothing but tombstones in these poor pool rooms and bars. Some of the towns
wouldn't take kindly to someone asking to play for money soon after we had
tortured them. They weren't in the best of moods about gambling at pool
after we had drained them.
After we ate we started chit chatting with our waitress and started dropping
a few names that were our targets. She immediately knew one of them and started to give us personal information about him. He will never know that he was “set up” by a friend of his without her even knowing it. It is amazing how often someone we would
meet would actually know one of the names on our list and unknowingly give
us detailed information on where to find them and how to approach them.
Sometimes our spot book wasn't up to date and there would be another place
to play in town or another player that we could key on. It didn't matter,
once we were in town for a few hours we knew we would have all the info we
would need to take off a score. This was our business and we knew it very,
very well. We got directions to where we needed to go and we headed for the
car. As I stepped out the door I could feel the flakes of snow falling and
got an instant adrenaline rush. I knew tonight everyone would be inside,
out of the weather and doing what they enjoyed most, gambling at pool.
Little did any of them know who had just come into their little town and
what was in store for the ones that would play a stranger a game of pool. I
got into the backseat of the car and started to rehearse my lines and
fantasize about winning my biggest score as we prepared to go to the nights “office” and see what our “bosses” were willing to pay us for the chance of beating us out of our money - :wink: that would be the day!
For more "Road" stories check out www.cjwiley.com
Interesting story from 30 years ago. Do you have any books in print on your hustling days?
Who's AC Milan? and how much did Luther Blissett cost?
Pathetic Shark
Banned
Love you man
, that made me smile. Luther I think you do stand up or something:wink:Chrippa
Good Road Story
Thanks for the read CJ. I like how you approach people that are bashing you on here. From what I have read so far, it is the kill them with kindness technique. Keep on keeping on brother!
Thanks, Adam
Thanks for the read CJ. I like how you approach people that are bashing you on here. From what I have read so far, it is the kill them with kindness technique. Keep on keeping on brother!
Thanks, Adam
never heard of him
C.J. who? does he play in the apa or for beers or something?
Great read, if we could have one of these for every 10 negative comments this site would be the complete nuts
Five more posts before you get into the Action Room. Will you make it by post time today?
I guess I'll help you get closer to your 50 goal. :grin-square:
Where's Kerrville?
I guess I'll help you get closer to your 50 goal. :grin-square:
Where's Kerrville?
60 miles west of san antonio on I-10. Blink and you'll miss it. Got a 9ft diamond and no one to play
Ask someone around here if they want to play some one pocket and they look at you like an alien. Lucky if you can get someone to play for a drink around here.