Man Beaten And Robbed Over Pool Game
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If you ever watch the True Crime TV shows, so many of the murderous evenings start with the perps and sometimes victims too playing pool in some bar.
"You didn't make that 8 ball clean...it went in off the titty and you didn't call it."
Philthydelphia has many pool rooms that aren't safe to be in.
Philthydelphia has many pool rooms that aren't safe to be in.
Victim wanted the 7 & 8, perp was only willing to give the 7, too easy for disagreements with this type of spot, next time just give up game/games on the wire.
It most likely not as much pool related as these Wannabe Thuggies were out looking for an easy Mark. So they hit a place where people hang out and pick up on an easy Mark.
Do you believe that they would have picked up on anyone their own size with a few of their Buds hanging out with them.
The young kid was probably flashing a bit of a wad around, maybe to impress them or others.
Hopefully the next time they try and pull one off, the guy will have a carry in the back of his pants and they will learn a lesson.
Its bound to happen, law of averages.
This is why our founding fathers gave us the right to carry.... and I do.
Back in the mid-60's I played for money once in a while at an old time Mexican Bar
in San Jose, CA. Mind you, this was a very high-risk area for Anglos such as myself,
but I had a decent rapport with the owner/bartender, so I took the my chances.
One Friday after work, I dropped in for a Cool one and two Chicanos were playing 8-ball
on the barbox, so I just observed while I sipped my suds. Pretty soon their conversation
got louder and louder, then fists starting flying. Sooo, the owner/bartender tries to break
up the fight and these two POS then ganged up on HIM and beat him to death with cue
sticks ... right before my eyes. All of this over who's turn it was to put the quarter in the slot.
Never, repeat never did I ever go near that bar again.
in San Jose, CA. Mind you, this was a very high-risk area for Anglos such as myself,
but I had a decent rapport with the owner/bartender, so I took the my chances.
One Friday after work, I dropped in for a Cool one and two Chicanos were playing 8-ball
on the barbox, so I just observed while I sipped my suds. Pretty soon their conversation
got louder and louder, then fists starting flying. Sooo, the owner/bartender tries to break
up the fight and these two POS then ganged up on HIM and beat him to death with cue
sticks ... right before my eyes. All of this over who's turn it was to put the quarter in the slot.
Never, repeat never did I ever go near that bar again.
well... at least we got pool on tv. :thumbup:
Did you know him? He was skinny and white but creepy, no clue.
Hopefully he does the smart thing and let some time go. These aren't
hardcore thugs, there wannabe terd pellets who think there hard by
robbing a guy for peanuts.
One by one he should blind-side each everyone of them till there teeth are in there stomachs and begging the Cracker(as you called him) for Mercy.
Sometimes the simplest shortest statements are the funniest.
My first good laugh of the day. Thanks.
Kids first mistake: being in that bar. 2nd: dont put down your cue. pool balls and pool cues would be flyin at those punks.
Stix pool hall, Texas, 1986. there were at least 15 of us, and the boys were shooting. we were newbies in town.
4 regulars were on the next table & had been asking for action. declined. so the guy stepped in & picked our cue ball off the table as we were down on the 8.
the next thing i knew - a cuestick was wrapped around his neck. fists started flying. heads slammed into siderails. and we disappeared before the cops arrived.
you never know what can prompt a fight. but i learned not to EVER touch a ball in the middle of a game!
4 regulars were on the next table & had been asking for action. declined. so the guy stepped in & picked our cue ball off the table as we were down on the 8.
the next thing i knew - a cuestick was wrapped around his neck. fists started flying. heads slammed into siderails. and we disappeared before the cops arrived.
you never know what can prompt a fight. but i learned not to EVER touch a ball in the middle of a game!
hahahaha! I hate to laugh but that is exactly the kind of crap you hear all night long playing in little bars with ass clowns.
His face was blurred but by the looks of it he had a body by meth. I feel bad for that dude though,he kinda got roughed up a bit.
if I had been the chosen victim the assailants would have been under armed.
Maybe they all came in the same car?
This sort of thing is why I just play at a Moose lodge these days. Nothing worse than just going out to have a few beers, shoot a few games, maybe pick up a girl and having to occasionally run across someone who wants to tempt you to spend a few years in jail over them not being able to hold their liquor. Plus games are cheaper at the Moose, everyone is like 50 years older than me and dosen't bother me minus maybe to ask for an occasional game. The one downside is there's usually not any girls there but in my late 20s bar flies are less appealing anymore anyways.
