I was giving a guy the 6-out and the breaks on a 9' diamond. We usually played for time and beer, nothing more serious than that because we were buddies.
HIM: You wouldn't like it against me on a bar table.
ME: Why not?
HIM: I play 6 balls better on the bar box.
ME: Really?
HIM: I play about even with Stevie Moore on the bar table.
He'd never even met Stevie Moore, just used him to gauge his speed. We happened to be passing through Columbia, SC a couple of weeks later and stopped in to Grady's. I got him on the bar table, race to 21 even, and beat him something like 21-5. He did not play Stevie's speed that day...something about his "tip being a piece of crap".
Over here in the UK, there is a famous pool player called Pat O'Kane. He's essentially retired now but he was a regular on the tv. single figure ranked player, tournament winner etc.. Undisputed "London's Number One" at all codes..
Anyway... Our Pat used to be a bit of a hustler. Very very good at it. One day, he is in a pub somewhere and talking to this guy about a game and the guy's mate says
"You don't want to play him mate. He's mates with Pat O'Kane"
Pat, intrigued by this revelation waits for the guy to return from the loo and says to him "You know Pat O'Kane do you?" To which the mark replies
"Yes mate. Play with him all the time. Know him well. Obviously not as good as him but one of his practise partners"
Crap like that..
Obviously this was all news to Pat so Pat fleeced him anyway..
A few weeks later, our friend happened to walk in to Kentish Town Pool Hall (London's mecca for pool at the time) and Pat on seeing him sends someone over
"Oi! Pat O'Kane wants a word with you! Apparently you've been using his name?"
"What me mate? Not me mate! I'd never do that!"
Anyway, he's taken to see Pat to sort this out... Well.. You can imagine the conversation after that - relentless hysterical piss taking for the rest of the day...