What are the Craziest things you've gambled for?

teedotaj said:
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After the Earl/Morra showdown, John was challenged by a local to play for 500 chickens. LOL.

What's the Craziest/dumbest/bizarre and anything in between thing you've gambled for?

I'll start with one:

Growing up in Manila, kids learned the basics of gambling at an early age. At 5 years old, we were already gambling for marbles, collectible cards we called teks (texts) and this I hated the most....

Going through between someone's legs Lol.

That was a common street basketball game bet we always did. The losing team has to go through under the winners. We either formed a train and all crawled under the winning team or we just did man to man crawl through between someone's legs . Either way It was embarrassing, annoying, and most of all it did not make sense. Lol. But it made the games more interesting. And we all played hard fought ball games Lol. No one wants to do that Lol.
Winner stays on the court was not enough. Losing team must know who the boss is.

Sometimes this was translated over to pool tables. Loser crawls under the pool table for x amount of times. It did not have the same impact as the threat of having someone's crotch in your face.
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The craziest thing I've ever heard of was a friend of mine has an Uncle who was a world champion shuffleboard player. He once beat a guy out of his Catapillar after he had the guy broke and yes I am speaking of the earthmoving machine :-)
 
The Renfro said:
I played a game of 8ball for my first wife... She came in with friends and was chatting me and my friends up... Me and a good friend of mine both had designs on her so we agreed that who ever won would go over and chew the fat and see what happened... I won the game and 5 years later lost half my stuff... That's the most I ever lost on a single game of pool... $250k+ ....

Chris
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Oh boy.

First date with a girl we played a game for a kiss. I won and we've been married for 9 years now... Your story has me thinking I may be in the midst of the long con...
 
Nick B said:
$200 vs a cane (just wanted to piss the clown off) - Won and hung it from the ceiling...he got it back

$300 + "get out of town match' ie you are not allowed to come back to hall for a year. Won and guy did not honor the bet

Break your cue match - Won and then lost to the same guy playing off the rack
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Break you cue match WTF. You guys get a little crazy. Did he get to bring the pieces home?
 
When I was in school I took a job at a local
pool room that had been open for some time.
On my first day of work the bar maid asked if I knew
how to play pool. I told her "yes, I know how to play".
She immediately wants to play and gamble. I tried
everything I could think of to convince not to play me,
but she would not listen. Finally I explained I had to
get the job because I was a poor student and did not
have any money to gamble with. So she suggested
that we play for coffee. The bet was whoever lost
would fetch a cup of coffee for the winner for a whole
year.

That poor girl had to fetch coffee for my grinning face
for a whole year. Eventually we became very good friends.
 
Jodacus said:
When I was in school I took a job at a local
pool room that had been open for some time.
On my first day of work the bar maid asked if I knew
how to play pool. I told her "yes, I know how to play".
She immediately wants to play and gamble. I tried
everything I could think of to convince not to play me,
but she would not listen. Finally I explained I had to
get the job because I was a poor student and did not
have any money to gamble with. So she suggested
that we play for coffee. The bet was whoever lost
would fetch a cup of coffee for the winner for a whole
year.

That poor girl had to fetch coffee for my grinning face
for a whole year. Eventually we became very good friends.
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I read that whole thing and all I got out of it was that you got friendzoned lol.
 
zpele said:
I read that whole thing and all I got out of it was that you got friendzoned lol.
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I'm sorry. I wish I could write. I admire people who write
well even more than I admire a great pool player.

Unfortunately I can't do either worth a damn.

It sucks.
 
this thread comes up pretty often

This thread or one very similar comes up pretty often. House painters that went bust always wanted to gamble their painting equipment, they must have liked house painting as little as I did! Seems like I won some painting equipment and gave it back one time, turned the bet down at least two or three times.

Gold chains by the dozen, cowboy boots twice, a western shirt once, two cars, lots of dope. Chains and pool cues I usually sold or gave away while the loser watched just to rub it in. The cars were pretty sad, both people tried to persuade me to take them. Right before they passed mandatory road insurance I had three cars and three trucks for my personal use, adding a near junker didn't make sense. Cowboy boots, hats, and a stinky shirt I let people keep, they just had to know they were busted.

Had a man want to play for an evening with a woman that was supposed to be his wife while she was sitting at the table with him. They were both offended when I refused. Looking back on it he would have probably dumped that game. She wasn't bad looking but she had a mouth on her.

My favorite was dope. In Louisiana at the time we had some of the toughest drug laws in the nation. Over an ounce of pot you were a dealer. Any other drug was about as bad as being a dealer, you were headed for at least a master's degree in hoeing cotton on Angola Farm. I never smoked dope that either a friend or myself didn't buy and never touched anything else so anytime I won drugs it was a trip to the bathroom to watch them flush my winnings down the toilet! Everybody objected to that and some whined like a baby. I never left the restroom until the dope was flushed though. It was more fun making them flush the dope than the actual win.

Hu
 
The greatest gamble for the highest stakes ever was posted by the late Great "!Smorgass Bored".

Thanks for the laughs and RIP Smorgy :(

I copied this from a second hand post. http://forums.azbilliards.com/showpost.php?p=2861846&postcount=16


Originally Posted by Smorgass Bored

(*<~ It was on my way home from New Orleans two weeks ago ......
<insert flashback music here>

I stopped at my brother's workplace and was talked into spending two days at Spring Break assisting the young girls in their wet T-shirt competitions and bikini contests. Man, I've still got it and so do they.

Anyway, it seems that brother lives ON THE BEACH (about 100' to the surf) of the Gulf of Mexico in a beautiful 3 bedroom home will ALL the amenities (I'd like to swap places with him- including significant other). He lives just east of Panama City in a little beach community called St. Joe Beach. There is a place there (within crawling distance of the house) called "Regan's Pub & Oyster Bar" Est. Nov.14th 2000 157,920 Oyster's Shucked (when the t-shirt was printed).

After a hard day of rubbing up against nubile young things in Panama
City we ended up at Regan's depleting their oyster stock and keeping the
'shucker' employed. The bar area had a 4x8 pooltable and the proximity to the beach and the breeze had it in the lower 50?. I had on my Planet 9-Ball jacket with the BIG logo of a planet that looks like a 9-ball (duh).

All the locals wanted to challenge my brother and I to some partners 8-ball and we obliged. We won every game for hours, no matter what rules they made up
along the way. We stopped to take a break and eat MORE oysters and one of the players asked me what I 'did' in Tampa. I told him that I was a professional pool player (my brother almost blew an oyster out of his nose).

This fellow named Jim-Bob wanted to play me heads up. I told him that I'd play, but I wouldn't play cheap. He told me that he didn't care WHAT we played for as he racked the balls and I prepared to break. I'd told him that I was called Tampa Tubby and as I smashed the balls I exclaimed that I was playing him for his 'Bob'.

At first, he thought that I was kidding, but as it dawned on him that I was serious he became VERY nervous. All activity stopped in the building as EVERYONE came to sweat this game. The most serious game to ever take place in St. Joe Beach,Fl. I got down to the eightball and Jim-Bob said that I had to
'bank it' AND we were also playing last pocket 8-ball. I'd made my last ball in the side pocket and was in trouble with the way his balls were laying on the table. When I asked if I could play the eight off of one of his balls and he said yes, I kicked the eight from near the end rail and off his ball into 'my' side pocket. GAME OVER. I'd won 'the Bob'.

Everyone laughed and cheered while now calling me "Tampa Tubby-Bob". At the same time,everyone now called Jim-Bob simply JIM. Jim was devasted. It was sinking in that he had lost his 'Bob' and he didn't like it one little bit. People were now calling him 'Bobless' and his boss (who was present) threatened to fire him and make him 'Jobless Bobless'. He's been 'Bobbited'. He wanted a re-match. I said NO. I told him that I would return in exactly one year and play him ONE GAME and an opportunity to win his 'Bob' back.

I've spoken to my brother a few times since I've left St. Joe Beach and he assures me NOONE has called him Jim-Bob since he lost and that the word has spread up & down the beach. They're planning a big 'special day' for next year and my return. I'm thinking about breaking out my sling,walker, eye-patch, etc. to make it REALLY exciting.

I know that I dance to beat of a different drum (at least I didn't insist that he throw in a moon pie), but everyone seems to like it (so far). I didn't get a BOP on the nose. Life is good. Does it get any better than this ?


Tampa Tubby-Bob
 
chevybob20 said:
The greatest gamble for the highest stakes ever was posted by the late Great "!Smorgass Bored".

Thanks for the laughs and RIP Smorgy :(

I copied this from a second hand post. http://forums.azbilliards.com/showpost.php?p=2861846&postcount=16


Originally Posted by Smorgass Bored

(*<~ It was on my way home from New Orleans two weeks ago ......
<insert flashback music here>

I stopped at my brother's workplace and was talked into spending two days at Spring Break assisting the young girls in their wet T-shirt competitions and bikini contests. Man, I've still got it and so do they.

Anyway, it seems that brother lives ON THE BEACH (about 100' to the surf) of the Gulf of Mexico in a beautiful 3 bedroom home will ALL the amenities (I'd like to swap places with him- including significant other). He lives just east of Panama City in a little beach community called St. Joe Beach. There is a place there (within crawling distance of the house) called "Regan's Pub & Oyster Bar" Est. Nov.14th 2000 157,920 Oyster's Shucked (when the t-shirt was printed).

After a hard day of rubbing up against nubile young things in Panama
City we ended up at Regan's depleting their oyster stock and keeping the
'shucker' employed. The bar area had a 4x8 pooltable and the proximity to the beach and the breeze had it in the lower 50?. I had on my Planet 9-Ball jacket with the BIG logo of a planet that looks like a 9-ball (duh).

All the locals wanted to challenge my brother and I to some partners 8-ball and we obliged. We won every game for hours, no matter what rules they made up
along the way. We stopped to take a break and eat MORE oysters and one of the players asked me what I 'did' in Tampa. I told him that I was a professional pool player (my brother almost blew an oyster out of his nose).

This fellow named Jim-Bob wanted to play me heads up. I told him that I'd play, but I wouldn't play cheap. He told me that he didn't care WHAT we played for as he racked the balls and I prepared to break. I'd told him that I was called Tampa Tubby and as I smashed the balls I exclaimed that I was playing him for his 'Bob'.

At first, he thought that I was kidding, but as it dawned on him that I was serious he became VERY nervous. All activity stopped in the building as EVERYONE came to sweat this game. The most serious game to ever take place in St. Joe Beach,Fl. I got down to the eightball and Jim-Bob said that I had to
'bank it' AND we were also playing last pocket 8-ball. I'd made my last ball in the side pocket and was in trouble with the way his balls were laying on the table. When I asked if I could play the eight off of one of his balls and he said yes, I kicked the eight from near the end rail and off his ball into 'my' side pocket. GAME OVER. I'd won 'the Bob'.

Everyone laughed and cheered while now calling me "Tampa Tubby-Bob". At the same time,everyone now called Jim-Bob simply JIM. Jim was devasted. It was sinking in that he had lost his 'Bob' and he didn't like it one little bit. People were now calling him 'Bobless' and his boss (who was present) threatened to fire him and make him 'Jobless Bobless'. He's been 'Bobbited'. He wanted a re-match. I said NO. I told him that I would return in exactly one year and play him ONE GAME and an opportunity to win his 'Bob' back.

I've spoken to my brother a few times since I've left St. Joe Beach and he assures me NOONE has called him Jim-Bob since he lost and that the word has spread up & down the beach. They're planning a big 'special day' for next year and my return. I'm thinking about breaking out my sling,walker, eye-patch, etc. to make it REALLY exciting.

I know that I dance to beat of a different drum (at least I didn't insist that he throw in a moon pie), but everyone seems to like it (so far). I didn't get a BOP on the nose. Life is good. Does it get any better than this ?


Tampa Tubby-Bob
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Thanks for reposting this. One of the best ever stories in this category.

And the reason I made this burnisher for Doug!

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Ive pretty much only gambled for money. 2 instances stand out that weren't for money.

First one was me and a buddy playing 1 rack of 8 ball against 2 good looking chicks (one was super hot) losers had to take their tops off. We won that game in about 3 minutes. :wink:

This next one wasn't an actual gamble, but I figured I throw it out there anyway. I was playing bar box 8 ball against someone just for fun. As we were playing, a friend of his showed up with a very good looking female friend. I break and run the table, he puts his quarters in, and I break and run to the 8 ball and hang it up. This entire time the chick had been watching every shot, and yells out "if he would have made that, I was gonna suck his d1ck!" I've never been so pissed about missing a ball for fun before....:eek:
 
Thanks for posting!

chevybob20 said:
The greatest gamble for the highest stakes ever was posted by the late Great "!Smorgass Bored".

Thanks for the laughs and RIP Smorgy :(
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The greatest gamble on a single game that ever or never happened! With Doug we were never quite sure, a large portion of his charm.

Hu
 
I will tell you a bet I once turned down. When I was 16 I was sent to the state Youth Development Center (Juvenille) in Milledgeville, Georgia. I know I was a stupid kid that couldn't stay out of trouble. So I saved you from saying it. When I first got there and went to the gym I saw a whole row of pool and snooker tables. My first thought was this place may not be as bad as I had heard. Everyone played eight ball there. So the first game I played I ran the rack. The kid I beat went telling eveyone there was someone new that could really play. So here comes this 20 year old kid that had been there since his early teens. Almost everyone was scared of this kid I later found out. He was sentenced to stay until he was 21 so he must have done something really bad. Some said he killed someone.
I had not met or even heard of him yet and he asked me to play and I said okay. He then asks what I want to play for. I tell him I will play him for a pack of cigarettes. That was a big bet there as we usually played for single cigarettes. He replies that he wants to play for my booty. I tell him I am not playing for that. Then he says he will give me his if he loses and I tell him I don't want it. So he called me a few chicken ---- names and we never played. I am glad he did not take me up on the bet for the pack of cigarettes as I found out he was a sore loser and liked to fight.
 
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played a set of one pocket once, $100 against my holey shoes...if i lost I had to sign the shoes and hand them on the wall of the Tulsa Billiards palace....i won that set lol

Beat a jackoff cowboy in college out of his hat....guy was extremely pissed

Another extreme dirtbag whom i could have just let the crowd beat the snot out of. I played against in college, 1 game $300 to see whom ever had to gtfo the place and never come back. Put a country ass whoopin on him and told that possum to never show back up.
 
I gambled this girl for some <ahem> favors...
she was only one spot below me in the APA so I gave her 8/4 on the bar box to make it fair.
I played almost perfect and won 8-0.
Turns out I just need the right kind of motivation to play well!
 
Allen Brown said:
I tried gambling with a local guy for some goats one time. He is from Israel and loves to eat goat. Some of the guys at the hall were thinking I was being racist and thought it was hilarious. We raise them for food.
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I'm pasty white, not Jewish, and goats are delicious.
 
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