Stupid things you see in a Pool hall

Maybe not stupid but

Funny. I was playing a guy i normally beat pretty regularly with his girlfriend watching. We were kinda of even in a race down to last game. His girlfriend & i started chatting on the side and she smugly hinted that she made a bet with her boyfriend that if he won our race that night she'd give him a BJ later. I was clearly running out but I could help it. I purposedly dogged the eight leaving him an easy two ball run out which he ran out. I acted a little upset but the look on her face was priceless. Who am I to get the way of his evenings activites.
 
Some dumbass was using white chalk tonight at the pool hall... I thought WTF!!! and then realized it was just a mirror =P
 
The Renfro said:
Some dumbass was using white chalk tonight at the pool hall... I thought WTF!!! and then realized it was just a mirror =P
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Can't wait to use some myself.

I had a guy loose rack me several times in a row and he told me that one of the "professionals" that play at the hall I play at told him that if you "break too hard you lose energy if the cue ball hops after hitting the rack"


He was dead serious...
 
When i first started pool league basically just got put on a team by the league president cuz they were short a shooter n i didnt mind just lookn to play pool....league mate comes in one nite and tells me the tip had fallen off his shaft the last game of the previous week. Well he constructed his own tip from rubber cut off the bottom of his own shoe to replace it had it shapped to a perfect point at the end telling me how he was gunna get good draw on the cb and proceeded to play with it the rest of the year.

I could go on and on with stories of this team i got stuck on....lasted one season OBVIOUSLY!

On my honeymoon trip me n the wife were out at a bar n decided to shoot little pool after playing for a little while a guy comes up n challenges me to play him for $ so we played few games bb 8 for drinks or $5-10 in which i was winning when during our final game after his break shot n pocketing a ball looks at the lay out n says to me "bet u dont get another shot" i said how much and he says $100 and i calculate what this guys speed has been to this point along with the clusters of balls everywhere on the table n agree to the bet. He then promptly begins to line up to shoot the 8 ball straight into the corner pocket. Yep he's right he makes 8 out of turn i win but i also dont get to shoot again like the bet stipulated. I cringe at the thought of looking like an a$$ In front of my new wife n losing my $ only to see this moron tit the pocket n miss LOL he paid up n crpt away head down. Got lucky a lot that week ;)
 
mortuarymike-nv said:
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Me and a friend shot for about 4 hrs yesterday and the guy shooting next to us didn't turn his table light on.

The pool hall was pretty dark but could still see the balls pretty good.
I didn't say anything to this guy that was shooting by himself.

After a while the guy said I practice in the dark that way when they turn the lights on I can really shoot.

I was watching him practice his banks and kicks and he was missing allot of them,
I was just about to offer him some advise when he said allot of people do the mathematics of banks and kicks, and I only shoot them in, :eek:
That pretty much shot down anything I could of suggested.
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Hey Mike, I couldn't hear what you were talking about with that weird f**k
who was shooting balls in the dark, but I knew something strange was
going on in his head. He looked very determined but was missing 90%.

Oh well, you must have been bored stiff, as bad as I was playing until the
last hour before I had to head out into the Desert with Rex. Sorry I felt like
shit all day and couldn't bring my best game, but hang onto your wallet
the next time we match up 'cause I promise to be feeling better. Would
like to stay at least two full days so we can play in one of their tournaments.

Maybe that guy was from Area 51 and had escaped for a couple days ?
 
i was playing in a bar one night and it got up to 20.00 a game after i won about 10 in a row. this young guy finally gets to his quarters and racks. i break and run all the way to the 8 ball.

i am looking at either a cross side bank or a long cut down the rail. the kid comes up beside me and says... i got another 20.00 says you don't make this shot.

i tell him let me think about it. i lean over the table looking at whether i can get between 2 of his balls on a cross side bank. he happened to walk around the table and leaned over in front of me and said again... i got another 20.00 says you dont make it.

i stand up and say in a pretty loud voice.. you got the bet ...now back the fvck up so i can make the shot.

a friend of mine who heard me comes up and asks what is going on ? i tell him what transpired and he goes up to the guy. he calls him by name and asks what the fvck is he trying to pull ? the guy responds ... i was just trying to gety in his head a little because i am about to lose this game.

the guy then says....me and you are friends ...what are you getting on my case for ?

my friend says that me and him are friends and that his friends don't pull that shit that he is pulling. the guy tells my friend ..fvck you both.

my friend then grabs this guys shirt and pops him about 4 times in the nose in less than 2 seconds. he then lets the guy go who promptly slumps down against the other table. he is out cold....blood running every where.

the bouncer comes running up...grabs the fallen guy by the back of his collar and drags him out of the bar. the bouncer then comes back and throws my friend out of the bar.

just one of my many stories of playing in bars for around 30 years. i was called a hustler many times...funny thing is they were trying to hustle me too lol.
 
BJ bet

foospot said:
Funny. I was playing a guy i normally beat pretty regularly with his girlfriend watching. We were kinda of even in a race down to last game. His girlfriend & i started chatting on the side and she smugly hinted that she made a bet with her boyfriend that if he won our race that night she'd give him a BJ later. I was clearly running out but I could help it. I purposedly dogged the eight leaving him an easy two ball run out which he ran out. I acted a little upset but the look on her face was priceless. Who am I to get the way of his evenings activites.
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Believe it or not, I had the very same experience about thirty years ago in a big team event!

Over the past sixty years, I've seen pretty much everything posted on this thread.

My biggest peeve is still those guys with limited playing or teaching skills trying to teach people how to play. One even conned a local paper into doing a story about him!

Even worse, is when I see people going back to these wannabe instructors because they're free...
 
More of a pet peeve of mine than something stupid

Sometimes I'll get to the pool hall right at open to practice. At that time there aren't that many people there. Then someone will walk in that doesn't play much, and has no clue about etiquette. Despite the fact that there are 10+ tables in the place, they always get put on the table right next to me.
 
A couple years ago there was a new guy in our league. Not a great player, but not terrible either. Before each shot he would make sure his McDermott logo on the butt pointed straight up. I asked him why he did that and he said it kept him from steering the cue!

And then there's the player in my league now that snaps fingers as the ball is missing as if to command it to go into the pocket.
 
This past League Season, I replaced a tip for a girl. She just wanted an Elk Master. When I took the shaft to the bar for her, the first thing she did was put the Willards shaper on the floor and spin the shaft in it like she was starting a fire.

2 days later, she called and told me that the tip came off and was a little perturbed about it. I told her that I would put another on.

It didn't surprise me much tho.
 
BeiberLvr said:
More of a pet peeve of mine than something stupid

Sometimes I'll get to the pool hall right at open to practice. At that time there aren't that many people there. Then someone will walk in that doesn't play much, and has no clue about etiquette. Despite the fact that there are 10+ tables in the place, they always get put on the table right next to me.
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****!!!! ME TOO!!!! ILL never understand it, I go to the room, with a case, custom cue and case, and the ****tard at the counter puts people with a bucket of beer at 9AM no less, next to me. I still dont get it. WHY???????????????/ oh, and the room I go to has 32 tables, and 3 snooker and ten carom tables.
 
I hate when people chalk their cue then put the chalk on the rail with the chalk side down. Played with a guy who damn near left the short rail completely blue.

I also hate when people try to coach me mid-shot when a) I didn't ask for their input and b) they're pretty shoddy league players as well. Or when people tell me what they would do to run out after I already run out.

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The Renfro said:
Some dumbass was using white chalk tonight at the pool hall... I thought WTF!!! and then realized it was just a mirror =P
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I am currently afraid as all get out to unleash the white chalk.

I'll now have to buy a house and put in a table just to try it.
 
ddadams said:
Can't wait to use some myself.

I had a guy loose rack me several times in a row and he told me that one of the "professionals" that play at the hall I play at told him that if you "break too hard you lose energy if the cue ball hops after hitting the rack"


He was dead serious...
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He prolly read it on AZ.
 
Wouldn't believe it if I didn't see it

Diamond69 said:
A couple years ago there was a new guy in our league. Not a great player, but not terrible either. Before each shot he would make sure his McDermott logo on the butt pointed straight up. I asked him why he did that and he said it kept him from steering the cue!

And then there's the player in my league now that snaps fingers as the ball is missing as if to command it to go into the pocket.
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I just came across a snapper a couple of weeks ago during league play. I was stunned the first time he did it.

The habits pool players come up are like poker machine players massaging the screen or bingo players who bring lucky trinkets.
 
yuppie out of water

I was peacefully practicing alone one day in a mostly empty hall, certainly plenty of tables without being cheek and jowl with me. A couple of yuppie types that obviously thought they were slumming set up on the table next to mine. Too loud, too profane, too neat and clean, they rang as phony as a plug nickel in a real pool hall.

I had lain my nearly new leather case on the drink table next to the table I was on, I fetch this and that out of it now and then. A drink table by every table but they have decided to place their sweat dripping water bottles on the table my case is on, one wet bottle belonging to a French Riviera Spa type fella firmly jammed against my case. Tall and muscular looking guy in his thirties but the kind of muscles built by playing on machines, not by real work or athletic endeavor.

I walked over to the drink table and moved the offending water bottle setting it down with a pronounced thump and wiped my case. Two minutes later the water bottle is back against my case. Moved it again, much more pronounced thump as I returned it to the table.

Two minutes later, . . . you guessed it. I picked up the water bottle and in full stride as I reached the garbage can I pitched the bottle of water into the garbage can like I was humming a smoker across the outside corner of home plate! The whole place is aware I am a wee bit annoyed now.

French Riviera guy has a whine in his voice. "I would have moved it."

"I moved it twice, third time the garbage can!" Old and gray doesn't mean you can crap with me forever. He went and bought him and his buddy who had kept his distance from all of this some more water and found the drink table that he should have been on to begin with. So much for coming in and taking over the pool hall.

People crowding me when they have plenty of room not to can damage my saintly elderly gentleman persona I go to some pains to develop! :rolleyes:

Hu
 
Jackjaw in a bar or pool hall

Decided Jackjaw needed a post all his own. An old running buddy of mine and a partner in a handful of enterprises including some short road trips, Jackjaw could and did draw the attention of everyone in the place the minute he came in the door and was one of the few people who could make it believable.

Usually filthy in week old clothes caked with dirt, some kind of crazy hat on his head and loud! Not unusual for him to step through the door and let out a loud pig calling "Sooooo-eeeee!" rising above any other noise to announce his presence. He rarely had to fake drunk, he usually was after the first place or two. He would wobble over to the cue rack on the wall and grab the bridge or the worst cue in the rack. People would have to stop him when he was trying to break with the bridge and very few gambling with him could long stand the noise of a cracked stick or one without a tip so they would explain the problem to him! He had never noticed any problem of course. :rolleyes:

A wad of crumpled money stuffed in his pants pocket announced Jackjaw was there to gamble and people would climb over each other trying to get to him! Most people would seem phony as a three dollar bill putting on Jackjaw's schtik but he made it believable. Hollering and shouting at the balls, more loud sooees when balls went in, he lit a place up and got thrown out of more than a few. Didn't matter, he would be back in a week or two.

Jackjaw did the powder trick, using enough powder for a week's worth of play and powdering everything but his butt! Sometimes had to let the powder cloud settle out of the air to see to shoot.

He would put cube chalk on his hands, white chalk on his tip, didn't really matter. In the middle of all of this craziness he could string racks when the money got right. Amazingly, last I knew he was still alive. He could find more trouble without really trying than anyone I ever knew. We almost got shot a few times, somehow the dust always settled with rarely any blood shed.

Hu
 
The cuestick spinner like Tom Cruise in Color of Money. :bash:

Bangers that can't run three fookin balls take a house cue and roll it looking for straightness. Gimme a break. The straightest stick in the world ain't gonna help your banger game.

Drunk idiots taking shit too seriously or making rules as they go along.
 
People half-squatting in both knees playing with the rubber bumper instead of the tip . This happened alot in the first pool halls i were in
 
I've seen a guy take a crap in a pocket in the past.

I've seen a guy lose a bet and hang his 'manhood' on the table whilst someone fires a ball at 'it'.

I've seen people making sweet sweet love on tables.

I've seen a cue ball fly off the table, smashing a beer glass in someone's hand and slicing it right open.

I've seen 4 guys trying to steal a snooker table....by hand!

I've seen plenty more, but these are some of the highlights.
 
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