I had a friend of the family visit from Israel a while back, my parents did not want me driving so when we went to visit Boston, he drove. He kept trying to "clutch" the brake, making the car jerk down the street till he got the hang of it LOL.
So anyone got any funny pool room stories
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I had a friend of the family visit from Israel a while back, my parents did not want me driving so when we went to visit Boston, he drove. He kept trying to "clutch" the brake, making the car jerk down the street till he got the hang of it LOL.
Probably one of the funniest things I have see/heard in a pool room was years ago at Country Club USA in Mass, a couple of guys, who had their own decent looking but cheap cues, were playing at a table next to me. So they have probably been playing pool for a bit.
They were talking over rules as they played, and of course passing down the half-assed rules that most beginners think are real like "it's not a foul if you miss hitting the ball if the cueball hits 3 rails".
So then they say what is probably the top misinformed use of equipment I have heard.
One guy asked "what is chalk for anyway" as they were chalking up.
The other said "well, see how it drops off the tip on the table, it's used to season the cloth so it plays better".
I still don't know how I managed not to laught when I heard that, and I shake my head at this when I think of it.
They were talking over rules as they played, and of course passing down the half-assed rules that most beginners think are real like "it's not a foul if you miss hitting the ball if the cueball hits 3 rails".
So then they say what is probably the top misinformed use of equipment I have heard.
One guy asked "what is chalk for anyway" as they were chalking up.
The other said "well, see how it drops off the tip on the table, it's used to season the cloth so it plays better".
I still don't know how I managed not to laught when I heard that, and I shake my head at this when I think of it.
Back about 10--15 years ago,,,I'm playing 9 ball with some kid from out of town and I'm just going about my biz,,taking him off a little by little. The room was slow and about 6 or 7 people were around the only table going--sitting and sweating my action.
About that time,,this guy come through the front of the room and hollars at the top of his lungs--Chip Roberson,, I'm here to kick your a$$--I'm gonna mess you up--and hollars the whole time he's comeing at me from about 150 feet away--everyone is looking at each other--I'm looking at all of them and keeping an eye out on this loony tune's coming at me--finally when he gets to about 10 feet from me I pick up the cue ball as pitch it out at him--he goes to catch it--and then looks up and I have the break cue ready to break him--his face goes pale--the spectators go pale--and at that moment--my best freind and I that haven't seen each other in years give each other a big hug
We still laugh abouyt that to this day--everyone in the room broke up too--including my mark...
About that time,,this guy come through the front of the room and hollars at the top of his lungs--Chip Roberson,, I'm here to kick your a$$--I'm gonna mess you up--and hollars the whole time he's comeing at me from about 150 feet away--everyone is looking at each other--I'm looking at all of them and keeping an eye out on this loony tune's coming at me--finally when he gets to about 10 feet from me I pick up the cue ball as pitch it out at him--he goes to catch it--and then looks up and I have the break cue ready to break him--his face goes pale--the spectators go pale--and at that moment--my best freind and I that haven't seen each other in years give each other a big hug
We still laugh abouyt that to this day--everyone in the room broke up too--including my mark...
I do a fair amount of traveling to visit with clients and find I have some "down time" here and there. I was on a recent trip and found a nice pool room one mid morning and the place was just about empty. There must have been at least thirty tables and only three were occupied. I just wanted to spend and hour or so hitting some balls. I gave the gal at the counter my license to secure a tray of balls and off I went. About an hour and a half later I notice I am the only one left in the room and collect the balls and head up front. I pay for my time and return the balls and she gives me a license that isn't mine. I point out that this isn't my license and she looks around a little and says "I must have given yours to someone else." WTF!!!! Now I'm out of town and on the move and thinking WTF am I gonna do ... with that the guy who had been playing over in the corner walks in with my license and problem solved. I had a couple of high blood pressure moments and was so relieved. Well, as they say, all's well that ends well. :thumbup:
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Run out in your sleep
I was sweating our local player (Bob) playing an out of towner and Bob used to drink real heavily. i think they were playing sets of nineball for a couple hundred. The match stays close throughout and Bob is stumbling to the table and swaying every shot but still playing good. Near the end of the match he looks at this one shot to see if it goes by and he leans over the table and passes out right there. The road player is wondering whats happening because he has not moved and is behind Bob looking to see if it went as well. Well Bob starts to snore and the road player says "WTF" and nudges him with his stick. Bob wakes up wipes the slobber off his face and the table and proceeds to run out the game and breaks and runs out the next to win the set. Lets just say that the road player never played Bob again after that.
I was sweating our local player (Bob) playing an out of towner and Bob used to drink real heavily. i think they were playing sets of nineball for a couple hundred. The match stays close throughout and Bob is stumbling to the table and swaying every shot but still playing good. Near the end of the match he looks at this one shot to see if it goes by and he leans over the table and passes out right there. The road player is wondering whats happening because he has not moved and is behind Bob looking to see if it went as well. Well Bob starts to snore and the road player says "WTF" and nudges him with his stick. Bob wakes up wipes the slobber off his face and the table and proceeds to run out the game and breaks and runs out the next to win the set. Lets just say that the road player never played Bob again after that.
A couple years ago, we were just hanging out and drinking a few beers at the local pool hall. As usual, some of us drink a lil too much and start woofing about past games/matchups and how much weight we could give so and so.
Anyhoo, this local girl who liked to play some cheap sets, chimes in. She looks right at me and says, "I'll bet you $5 I can break and run". OK? Now let me backtrack a bit........I've played this girl many times and the last time I played her giving up the break and wild 4 ball. She rarely ever breaks and runs a rack of 9 ball.
Ok, so I'm thinking I don't want to steal from her because she's had a few drinks. So I try just avoiding the bet. But she is really doggin me and wants to bet. I'm like, oh man, what do I do? She is being very persistant and wants to bet she can break n run. I tell her she is probably going t lose $5, but she still wants to bet.
Ok, so I finally say ok, bet.....a few of us are watching as she racks the balls on the closest bar table. She makes sure to give herself a good/tight rack and gets her cue out. She gras the cue ball from the ball return and places it a few inches from the rail and gets ready to do her best.
She breaks the balls and makes the wing ball. Now she lays her cue on the table gently, jumps in the air and runs around the table. Afterward she walks over and says "where is my $5?" I look at her a lil dazed and confused.......I say "what in the hell was that?" She replies, "I said I bet $5 that I could break and run" (around the table)
LOL, I started laughing so much I almost cried....Anyhoo, I paid her $5 and bought another round of drinks. I just had to laugh that I fell for a sucker bet like that.
Anyhoo, this local girl who liked to play some cheap sets, chimes in. She looks right at me and says, "I'll bet you $5 I can break and run". OK? Now let me backtrack a bit........I've played this girl many times and the last time I played her giving up the break and wild 4 ball. She rarely ever breaks and runs a rack of 9 ball.
Ok, so I'm thinking I don't want to steal from her because she's had a few drinks. So I try just avoiding the bet. But she is really doggin me and wants to bet. I'm like, oh man, what do I do? She is being very persistant and wants to bet she can break n run. I tell her she is probably going t lose $5, but she still wants to bet.
Ok, so I finally say ok, bet.....a few of us are watching as she racks the balls on the closest bar table. She makes sure to give herself a good/tight rack and gets her cue out. She gras the cue ball from the ball return and places it a few inches from the rail and gets ready to do her best.
She breaks the balls and makes the wing ball. Now she lays her cue on the table gently, jumps in the air and runs around the table. Afterward she walks over and says "where is my $5?" I look at her a lil dazed and confused.......I say "what in the hell was that?" She replies, "I said I bet $5 that I could break and run" (around the table)
LOL, I started laughing so much I almost cried....Anyhoo, I paid her $5 and bought another round of drinks. I just had to laugh that I fell for a sucker bet like that.
This was both hilarious and mortifying all at the same time, and true!
Two friends of mine were playing 9-ball many years ago for some jelly on a phony table w/drop pockets. Phony in the way that if an object ball was 1-1 1/2 diamonds away from a corner pocket near the rail, and you had to hit it with speed to draw back the length of the table, the ball would more often than not rattle out of the pocket.
It was a close set and one of the guys was very close to getting out when he got that phony rattled pocket thing. He ended up losing the set. He was so angry that he started ripping out the drop pockets one at a time (held in by nails, not screws) and was successful ripping out maybe 3 or 4 of them and throwing them against the wall. He left in a huff! To our surprise, he returned a few moments later because unfortunately he forgot his cue. He packed up his cue without saying a word (and neither did any of us), he proceeded to rip out another pocket, throw it and leave (for good).
Dave
Two friends of mine were playing 9-ball many years ago for some jelly on a phony table w/drop pockets. Phony in the way that if an object ball was 1-1 1/2 diamonds away from a corner pocket near the rail, and you had to hit it with speed to draw back the length of the table, the ball would more often than not rattle out of the pocket.
It was a close set and one of the guys was very close to getting out when he got that phony rattled pocket thing. He ended up losing the set. He was so angry that he started ripping out the drop pockets one at a time (held in by nails, not screws) and was successful ripping out maybe 3 or 4 of them and throwing them against the wall. He left in a huff! To our surprise, he returned a few moments later because unfortunately he forgot his cue. He packed up his cue without saying a word (and neither did any of us), he proceeded to rip out another pocket, throw it and leave (for good).
Dave
I watched 2 guys gambling after a league match. One got busted and said he would play for the use of his car on
the weekend. He lost, walked over to a table, picked up some keys and handed them to the second guy, who won.
About an hour later, after both players had left the room, a third guy starts asking if anyone saw the keys to his car.
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That is most of the tables at the main place I play in, you don't even need to be a diamond away, 1/2 a diamond is good. The facings are mostly cut wrong and the shims are rock hard. This happens with many tables though, hard draw for a corner pocket up the rail does that.
Here's another one from the 70's:
The house guy was playing snooker before his shift with an older guy that we all teased for a number of reasons (besides we were young and stupid), but one reason is the guy was cheap as could be. To give you an example, we used to throw pennies on the floor near him and he would pick them all up eventually trying to be discreet about it. They were playing $20 a game.
The old guy needed to go to the bathroom but the house guy didn't have time because he had to begin his shift, so he told him he couldn't go to bathroom if he wanted to play the last game. Well the older guy had way the best of it and because of him being so cheap he said OK let's keep playing. Of course in the middle of the last game he peed his pants. It was sad but we all were cracking up and his opponent was laughing so hard he just flipped him a $20 and said you win. The house man started his shift and we all went on with the day. The older gentleman took his $20, paid his time and went to the rest room to clean up.
Dave
The house guy was playing snooker before his shift with an older guy that we all teased for a number of reasons (besides we were young and stupid), but one reason is the guy was cheap as could be. To give you an example, we used to throw pennies on the floor near him and he would pick them all up eventually trying to be discreet about it. They were playing $20 a game.
The old guy needed to go to the bathroom but the house guy didn't have time because he had to begin his shift, so he told him he couldn't go to bathroom if he wanted to play the last game. Well the older guy had way the best of it and because of him being so cheap he said OK let's keep playing. Of course in the middle of the last game he peed his pants. It was sad but we all were cracking up and his opponent was laughing so hard he just flipped him a $20 and said you win. The house man started his shift and we all went on with the day. The older gentleman took his $20, paid his time and went to the rest room to clean up.
Dave
Kiss' story reminds me of one that cracked me up. A guy had ordered a really nice cue and I guess had been dying to get this for a long time. Maybe an adams or palmer? He finally got it and can't wait to get to the pool hall and show it off. Unboxes it, puts it together, shows his buddy. Points out the cool window inlay near the butt. The guy lifts to stick to get a look at this inlay. BBZZZRRKKTTTTTT, the whole shaft explodes in the ceiling fan.
Accustats has a great tape of blooper reels. My favorite involves two guys trying a new trick shot where they jump 2 cueballs at the same time (through the rack), from opposite corners of the barbox, hoping to get them to collide in midair and draw back to sink two hangers in the corners. When they finally succeed in getting the midair collision on camera, one of them is higher than the other so instead of bouncing back, it pops straight up like a rocket and brings down the entire table light assembly... bulb, lampshade, everything. Glass goes everywhere.
Accustats has a great tape of blooper reels. My favorite involves two guys trying a new trick shot where they jump 2 cueballs at the same time (through the rack), from opposite corners of the barbox, hoping to get them to collide in midair and draw back to sink two hangers in the corners. When they finally succeed in getting the midair collision on camera, one of them is higher than the other so instead of bouncing back, it pops straight up like a rocket and brings down the entire table light assembly... bulb, lampshade, everything. Glass goes everywhere.
Playing cheap sets all night at Tucker's in Charleston, SC, this guy Gilligan got super drunk and passed out watching us in a spectator chair. He'd been loud and obnoxious for a good 2 hours prior, so my opponent and I were relieved when he finally passed out.
Well, you can't drink as much as Gilligan did without needing to piss pretty soon. You apparently also can not drink that much and maintain your bodies' ability to wake you up to get to the bathroom. Gilligan pissed his pants, and my opponent and I both heard the cascading urine hitting the floor as it spilled from the spectator chair. We looked at each other, and mutually decided to leave him alone, lest he start back with the loud again. Every 20 minutes or so, he'd piss his pants again. I probably lost all but a couple of sets, but I left confident that I was not the biggest loser that night.
Well, you can't drink as much as Gilligan did without needing to piss pretty soon. You apparently also can not drink that much and maintain your bodies' ability to wake you up to get to the bathroom. Gilligan pissed his pants, and my opponent and I both heard the cascading urine hitting the floor as it spilled from the spectator chair. We looked at each other, and mutually decided to leave him alone, lest he start back with the loud again. Every 20 minutes or so, he'd piss his pants again. I probably lost all but a couple of sets, but I left confident that I was not the biggest loser that night.
Tuckers in Charleston--what a spot that was back during the 70's--Jay Kiser played good back then--good story you had there:thumbup:
I'd shit my pants for $50, and not even blink an eye. :smile:
That might be worth 50, but I'm not going to be the one to check before paying off
This happened in Terre Haute, Indiana. For years there really wasn't a pool hall but a bowling alley and then a pool room in it that has maybe 20 GC tables.
There was some action there fairly often as a local shortstop was in action fairly often, and could and did play pro players successfully.
But this story takes some of the guys at the pool hall who were far below shortstop level. One was my cousin and the second is another guy that played pretty good. For reference these guys would be 6 or 7 in APA, so they played pretty good but far from champions. I wasn't there but this is how it was relayed to me.
Shannon Dalton and a friend came into town and literally had a brown grocery sack full of money and wanted to gamble some. My cousin steps up and they start playing some 50 or 100 sets. As he told me, he was getting murdered.
My other hometown guy figures that the young kid that is traveling with Shannon is some smuck, that is only here to watch Shannon rob folks and probably cant play at all. So he asks this young kid to play, thinking he is the going to slaughter the lamb. The kid didn't seem too interested and my friend starts to torment they kid. Finally, the kid relents and says he will play a few sets.
You guessed it, this "kid" was Corey Duell. He absolutely robbed and ran out the set.
My friend told me this story years ago, as he was the guy that didn't know Corey (hell nobody knew Corey). He laughed at thinking he was the wolf and was actually the lamb....
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My friend passed away last year, but I will always remember the story.
Ken Strain
There was some action there fairly often as a local shortstop was in action fairly often, and could and did play pro players successfully.
But this story takes some of the guys at the pool hall who were far below shortstop level. One was my cousin and the second is another guy that played pretty good. For reference these guys would be 6 or 7 in APA, so they played pretty good but far from champions. I wasn't there but this is how it was relayed to me.
Shannon Dalton and a friend came into town and literally had a brown grocery sack full of money and wanted to gamble some. My cousin steps up and they start playing some 50 or 100 sets. As he told me, he was getting murdered.
My other hometown guy figures that the young kid that is traveling with Shannon is some smuck, that is only here to watch Shannon rob folks and probably cant play at all. So he asks this young kid to play, thinking he is the going to slaughter the lamb. The kid didn't seem too interested and my friend starts to torment they kid. Finally, the kid relents and says he will play a few sets.
You guessed it, this "kid" was Corey Duell
. He absolutely robbed and ran out the set.My friend told me this story years ago, as he was the guy that didn't know Corey (hell nobody knew Corey). He laughed at thinking he was the wolf and was actually the lamb....
.My friend passed away last year, but I will always remember the story.
Ken Strain
This is another Terre Haute Indiana story.
I was gambling cheap at a local pool for the short time they had one, called "The Cue Club".
It was a probably a Friday or Saturday night and the place was dead. At that time I often played $5 game nine ball. I know it isn't big gambling, never said it was, but this was usually what I played. There were plenty better guys there, but they were enjoying adult beverages.
Some big old boy comes in watches me for a few minutes and says he wants to play some $20 game nine ball. I say "okay", thinking this cowboy just wants to see me back down. I say post up the $20 and lets go.
This guy absolutely plays terrible. I mean like a high school girl that has never played ever. Okay he made a ball or two but he was awful. I am sure that this guy is laying it down, to raise the bet and rob me. My friends take notice and give me a nod, telling me if this guy starts anything they are there.
This guy loses and then loses. Then here it comes, raises the bet, maybe $40-$50 a game. He continues to lose, of course I am expecting him to come off the stall and play full speed. Nope, he continues to lose. After getting down $200 he pays and quits. He puts the house cue back in the rack and walks out.
I never get comfortable as I am constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop, but it never does.
After the guy leaves, my friends come over said what the hell was that?
To this day, I don't know what the hell that was all about.
Ken
I was gambling cheap at a local pool for the short time they had one, called "The Cue Club".
It was a probably a Friday or Saturday night and the place was dead. At that time I often played $5 game nine ball. I know it isn't big gambling, never said it was, but this was usually what I played. There were plenty better guys there, but they were enjoying adult beverages.
Some big old boy comes in watches me for a few minutes and says he wants to play some $20 game nine ball. I say "okay", thinking this cowboy just wants to see me back down. I say post up the $20 and lets go.
This guy absolutely plays terrible. I mean like a high school girl that has never played ever. Okay he made a ball or two but he was awful. I am sure that this guy is laying it down, to raise the bet and rob me. My friends take notice and give me a nod, telling me if this guy starts anything they are there.
This guy loses and then loses. Then here it comes, raises the bet, maybe $40-$50 a game. He continues to lose, of course I am expecting him to come off the stall and play full speed. Nope, he continues to lose. After getting down $200 he pays and quits. He puts the house cue back in the rack and walks out.
I never get comfortable as I am constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop, but it never does.
After the guy leaves, my friends come over said what the hell was that?
To this day, I don't know what the hell that was all about.
Ken
LOL these stories about guys pissing themselves jarred the corners of my brain about a similar situation. About 20 years ago
I was in college and we used to hang around a bar with7 foot tables with a few decent shooters. I played @ good C level pool back then and compared to most of these guys that was like A level play.
Anyway we were broke as usual but my buddy had a monthly tab in the place. So we decide late one night I will play this guy 5 bucks a rack vs. pitchers of beer. So we play 1 rack and the guy gets pissed like we hustled him. So it gets a little sketchy and looks like him and a buddy want to fight me and my 2 other buddies.
Before anything can happens the guy who I was playing starts jawing, I'm getting ready for a fight then all of a sudden he pisses his pants out of the blue. He gives me the 5 bucks and we run out of the bar laughing our asses off.
Better to be pissed off than pissed on LOL
I was in college and we used to hang around a bar with7 foot tables with a few decent shooters. I played @ good C level pool back then and compared to most of these guys that was like A level play.
Anyway we were broke as usual but my buddy had a monthly tab in the place. So we decide late one night I will play this guy 5 bucks a rack vs. pitchers of beer. So we play 1 rack and the guy gets pissed like we hustled him. So it gets a little sketchy and looks like him and a buddy want to fight me and my 2 other buddies.
Before anything can happens the guy who I was playing starts jawing, I'm getting ready for a fight then all of a sudden he pisses his pants out of the blue. He gives me the 5 bucks and we run out of the bar laughing our asses off.
Better to be pissed off than pissed on LOL