38 Super is a semi auto. No way I would ever fire that H&R. Good way to get hurt since the timing is off. If you get $40 @ a turn in take it.
What is the Strangest you have won gambling at pool
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one of the biggest scores I ever heard of!
WoW! That is one of the biggest scores I ever heard of in more ways than one.
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WoW! That is one of the biggest scores I ever heard of in more ways than one.
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the strangest wager/gambling
Wow what bunch of great reads!lol. I especially liked the jim-bob story.
Well this happend pretty recent. I had 60 to spend and didn't feel my edge that night-at all. Around 11:30ish a guy walks to my table and asks if i wanted to play some 10 dollar 9ball. I immediately felt a trap thinking it was a lot closer to closing time, and at my home bar i get weight. That said I stretched it out race to 3 for 10. I won the coin toss for the first break and I made the 9 on the snap. He re-racks and I break from the same spot mimicking the last break close as possible and hear a lite clatter as he stiff racked it and i luckly made the wing ball in the side. I carromed and made the 9 in the corner pocket, i was more proud of myself then, as i saw the shot. The guy racks again and starts to get furious. I check the rack and have him re-rack. The guy barks back as he's racking and calls me out with luck and no skill. I break and miscue and he jumps up breaks and runs three balls and i finish out.(i read somewhere on this forum not long before the night a guy not rackings' luck starts turning into more skill) that was so true then. We play again double or nothing and i win 3-1 now im up 40$. Bar is closing i say alright time to pay up ill cover the time. He pulls me to the side and says he doesn't have the cash. I wasn't in the mood for this to begin with but was mad as i have always betted with money in stone. He says for me to go to his house up the road and he'll pay me. I'm in the west side of fort worth were i know theres gpsyies, biker gangs a god knows what else. I basically told him next time i see you i want more than 40$. He then responds how "uncouth" it is of him to do so and really wanted to pay me. I said theres a waffle house up the road and if you even show up ill by you breakfast. I get to the waffle and actually get served by two hot chicks and hit it off. I began to wanna get one of the girls number and hoping the guy didnt show up. Well sooner than not he walks in and hands over the cash. Guy seems alright so i still offer him breakfast and he declines and gets a hot tea. Moments later we're hitting on both young waitresses and a drunk hulk hogan more like andre giant walks in eyes redder than the devils dick and sits to the far left of the bar. I go and play some music in the short listed crummy juke box and words were exchanged from the not so good gambler- J and the Drunk Hogan. I ease back to my chair and J says outloud, "hear what this bigot said"? I look over and simply nod my head as too let it die. We continue to sit in silence and when i thought it was over the big guy takes his big freakin phone and takes a picture of both of us. I look over after seeing the flash and realized exactly what just happend, and before I could inquire as to why my photo was being takin J presumes to blow up on this tank of a guy sitting there calmly and he looks at me and tells me to calm my brother. J and I are clearly not only blood related but also two entirety different ethnicities. J threatens to beat the hulks ass and the hulk stumbles out and waits in his Lincoln Navigator parked right outside and what felt like eternity decides to leave and as soon as i felt that tension leave he whips back in and in comes his posse of 4 loaded in a truck. The tension floods back in and the waitresses take notice and one says those are his friends and they totally are looking for a fight. I concurred way before she said it and assured her i wasn't going out there . We sit in there for about 20 mins more and they leave. Makin sure they were gone i bolted to my truck and left for home.
Wow what bunch of great reads!lol. I especially liked the jim-bob story.
Well this happend pretty recent. I had 60 to spend and didn't feel my edge that night-at all. Around 11:30ish a guy walks to my table and asks if i wanted to play some 10 dollar 9ball. I immediately felt a trap thinking it was a lot closer to closing time, and at my home bar i get weight. That said I stretched it out race to 3 for 10. I won the coin toss for the first break and I made the 9 on the snap. He re-racks and I break from the same spot mimicking the last break close as possible and hear a lite clatter as he stiff racked it and i luckly made the wing ball in the side. I carromed and made the 9 in the corner pocket, i was more proud of myself then, as i saw the shot. The guy racks again and starts to get furious. I check the rack and have him re-rack. The guy barks back as he's racking and calls me out with luck and no skill. I break and miscue and he jumps up breaks and runs three balls and i finish out.(i read somewhere on this forum not long before the night a guy not rackings' luck starts turning into more skill) that was so true then. We play again double or nothing and i win 3-1 now im up 40$. Bar is closing i say alright time to pay up ill cover the time. He pulls me to the side and says he doesn't have the cash. I wasn't in the mood for this to begin with but was mad as i have always betted with money in stone. He says for me to go to his house up the road and he'll pay me. I'm in the west side of fort worth were i know theres gpsyies, biker gangs a god knows what else. I basically told him next time i see you i want more than 40$. He then responds how "uncouth" it is of him to do so and really wanted to pay me. I said theres a waffle house up the road and if you even show up ill by you breakfast. I get to the waffle and actually get served by two hot chicks and hit it off. I began to wanna get one of the girls number and hoping the guy didnt show up. Well sooner than not he walks in and hands over the cash. Guy seems alright so i still offer him breakfast and he declines and gets a hot tea. Moments later we're hitting on both young waitresses and a drunk hulk hogan more like andre giant walks in eyes redder than the devils dick and sits to the far left of the bar. I go and play some music in the short listed crummy juke box and words were exchanged from the not so good gambler- J and the Drunk Hogan. I ease back to my chair and J says outloud, "hear what this bigot said"? I look over and simply nod my head as too let it die. We continue to sit in silence and when i thought it was over the big guy takes his big freakin phone and takes a picture of both of us. I look over after seeing the flash and realized exactly what just happend, and before I could inquire as to why my photo was being takin J presumes to blow up on this tank of a guy sitting there calmly and he looks at me and tells me to calm my brother. J and I are clearly not only blood related but also two entirety different ethnicities. J threatens to beat the hulks ass and the hulk stumbles out and waits in his Lincoln Navigator parked right outside and what felt like eternity decides to leave and as soon as i felt that tension leave he whips back in and in comes his posse of 4 loaded in a truck. The tension floods back in and the waitresses take notice and one says those are his friends and they totally are looking for a fight. I concurred way before she said it and assured her i wasn't going out there . We sit in there for about 20 mins more and they leave. Makin sure they were gone i bolted to my truck and left for home.
Root beers, lots of @(%#@! root beers. In college a lot of guys wouldn't play for $ (didn't have any) and they all wanted to gamble with me since I was the kid to beat. They would keep doing the double-or-nothing bet thinking they would eventually win but they rarely did. I had guys owing me hundreds of root beers. Every time I sat down to eat lunch or dinner in the dining hall, somebody brought me a root beer...for 2 full years.
This was about 94 or so and I was 19 or so and basically in my prime. I was in vegas staying at the Riviera for a pro event. I forget what event it was.
Anyways I think I was sharing a room with the infamous Marty Herman. Being only 19 and looking 16 I had a hard time hanging around the casino, although they never seemed to bother me at the 1-5 stud table, so I spent quite a few hours grinding there when I wasn't playing pool.
Cuetopia(I think that was the name of the room) was where the action was at the time.So every night I would take a taxi there. Archie the greek was around at that time and I was spending my nights badgering him to match up in 1 pocket, but he couldn't be bothered with some unknown kid from out of town. If you were going to make a score from him you would have to lay it down right. He wasn't just going to give it away to some road player etc.
Anyways I think I was playing some drunk guy cheap 9 ball. I ended up beating him out of short money and sure enough he didn't have money to pay.
He did however have a mountain bike. He told me call it even on what I beat him for and wanted 37$ for a bus ticket he said. I said sure why not and gave him 40$ and told him to keep the 3 bucks and buy a beer.
From then on every night I would ride the mountain bike to and from the riviera to the pool room and save a good chunk of money on cab fare.
When it was time to check out and fly home I just left the mountain bike in the hotel room at the riv
Anyways I think I was sharing a room with the infamous Marty Herman. Being only 19 and looking 16 I had a hard time hanging around the casino, although they never seemed to bother me at the 1-5 stud table, so I spent quite a few hours grinding there when I wasn't playing pool.
Cuetopia(I think that was the name of the room) was where the action was at the time.So every night I would take a taxi there. Archie the greek was around at that time and I was spending my nights badgering him to match up in 1 pocket, but he couldn't be bothered with some unknown kid from out of town. If you were going to make a score from him you would have to lay it down right. He wasn't just going to give it away to some road player etc.
Anyways I think I was playing some drunk guy cheap 9 ball. I ended up beating him out of short money and sure enough he didn't have money to pay.
He did however have a mountain bike. He told me call it even on what I beat him for and wanted 37$ for a bus ticket he said. I said sure why not and gave him 40$ and told him to keep the 3 bucks and buy a beer.
From then on every night I would ride the mountain bike to and from the riviera to the pool room and save a good chunk of money on cab fare.
When it was time to check out and fly home I just left the mountain bike in the hotel room at the riv
A puppy.
Coming back from visiting some family down south one year I stopped off in this really nice looking country pub for a little something to eat with my uncle. We played a couple of games after our meal and the owner comes up and says you think you can play a little, how about for money? Wasn't sure if my uncle would let me, I was only 16. My uncle calmly said you don't want to do that, he was like he can play well enough to beat anyone in the pub. We played and I beat him out of about £60ish playing for 5 a game. He shouts over some guy at the bar and was like he'll play you. The owner was backing the guy so the guy had nothing to lose. Out walks this little Labrador puppy. Straight away I said I want to play for the dog to my uncle. He raised the stakes right up and said id only play for 100 a game. The owner was up for it so we played. I ended up about 13-2 up in games and the guy couldn't play so I was like call it even if you give me 200 and the dog. He accepted and I walked out with a lifelong friend called Lilly.
Had a hard time trying to explain to my mother how I acquired a dog. She is so against any form of gambling.
Coming back from visiting some family down south one year I stopped off in this really nice looking country pub for a little something to eat with my uncle. We played a couple of games after our meal and the owner comes up and says you think you can play a little, how about for money? Wasn't sure if my uncle would let me, I was only 16. My uncle calmly said you don't want to do that, he was like he can play well enough to beat anyone in the pub. We played and I beat him out of about £60ish playing for 5 a game. He shouts over some guy at the bar and was like he'll play you. The owner was backing the guy so the guy had nothing to lose. Out walks this little Labrador puppy. Straight away I said I want to play for the dog to my uncle. He raised the stakes right up and said id only play for 100 a game. The owner was up for it so we played. I ended up about 13-2 up in games and the guy couldn't play so I was like call it even if you give me 200 and the dog. He accepted and I walked out with a lifelong friend called Lilly.
Had a hard time trying to explain to my mother how I acquired a dog. She is so against any form of gambling.
great story!
A great story!
Made me think about my mom and gambling. After she and dad divorced she was afraid living alone and I lived with her for a few years. She wondered why in the world I came home from work, took a shower, then put my dirty work clothes back on to go out. Had to explain to her I was going fishing and the right bait was important. She worried a bit until she understood it was rare that I didn't come home with more money than I left with. She still didn't approve but she realized gambling wasn't going to be my ruin.
Said it already in this thread I believe but I have won two cars playing pool, both such clunkers that I didn't take them!
Hu
A great story!
Made me think about my mom and gambling. After she and dad divorced she was afraid living alone and I lived with her for a few years. She wondered why in the world I came home from work, took a shower, then put my dirty work clothes back on to go out. Had to explain to her I was going fishing and the right bait was important. She worried a bit until she understood it was rare that I didn't come home with more money than I left with. She still didn't approve but she realized gambling wasn't going to be my ruin.
Said it already in this thread I believe but I have won two cars playing pool, both such clunkers that I didn't take them!
Hu
They sure wanted to win, but the {pool} cards was stacked against them
1964 was a great year!!! I know you have some incredible stories, you should think about writing a book.
You've been more miles than I have gambling on the road, that's saying something, although you did get a "head start".
Rusty Brandimere and I were in Evansville Indiana at the BusyBody Lounge. There was horse racing in the area which drew a lot of jockeys.....and they were known to gamble. We camped out and waited, there was always action of some kind or another.
One night I got a jockey down and got "his nose open"......he went off for his money, his jewelry, then put his car up and lost it too. The next day he called me and I drove his car down to meet him, settling for a thousand (the car was worth far more, but we were gambling for a thousand - it seemed only fair).
The BusyBody was a strip bar with one 7' table in it. I got to know some of the strippers over a day or two and offered them 20% if they steered me into a game. Without fail once or twice a night they would tell a guy how sexy they found gamblers and how much they liked pool....sure enough the guy would get the idea to try to impress her and take the bait.....they'd see the nearest sucker (which was me) and immediately make a bee line for the pool table, girl in arm.
These poor guys sure wanted to win (to get the girl), but the {pool} cards was stacked against them. Then the ladies would be extra nice, telling him he was certainly the better player, he just go unlucky. Later that evening the strippers would collect the 20% and we were all happy campers, a true win/win/win scenario.
1964 was a great year!!! I know you have some incredible stories, you should think about writing a book.
Rusty Brandimere and I were in Evansville Indiana at the BusyBody Lounge. There was horse racing in the area which drew a lot of jockeys.....and they were known to gamble. We camped out and waited, there was always action of some kind or another.
One night I got a jockey down and got "his nose open"......he went off for his money, his jewelry, then put his car up and lost it too. The next day he called me and I drove his car down to meet him, settling for a thousand (the car was worth far more, but we were gambling for a thousand - it seemed only fair).
The BusyBody was a strip bar with one 7' table in it. I got to know some of the strippers over a day or two and offered them 20% if they steered me into a game. Without fail once or twice a night they would tell a guy how sexy they found gamblers and how much they liked pool....sure enough the guy would get the idea to try to impress her and take the bait.....they'd see the nearest sucker (which was me) and immediately make a bee line for the pool table, girl in arm.
These poor guys sure wanted to win (to get the girl), but the {pool} cards was stacked against them. Then the ladies would be extra nice, telling him he was certainly the better player, he just go unlucky. Later that evening the strippers would collect the 20% and we were all happy campers, a true win/win/win scenario.
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I played a High School guy once for a date with his sister. He was a VG player, I was good. She playfully agreed. I would pay him 10 bucks. Lot of $$ in 60's. Straight pool 50. I had high run of 38 and won. She complied and became friends. No more history than that!
I played for my shoes, a brand new set of timberlands. I went home in some flip flops. I also bet my friends pool stick, that he had just let me borrow.
In High School I played another student for a date with his sister. He was not bud of mine and I only knew her to see in the halls. It was a big upset I won, this guy was good. Things just went my way. Straight pool 75 points. Won by more than 20 with a 38 ball high run. My investment was 20 bucks if lost. It was all straight pool back in late 50's. She honored the bet and we had a soda during lunch. Nothing became of it. Parted friends. I felt good just for the esteem it brought me in the poolroom. Had my own cue then because we traveled then. Drilled out the bottom and filled it with couple ounces steel wool.
if that is true...i'd say thats the best win of the strange wins......what did she say when you told her she was the prize?
if that is true...i'd say thats the best win of the strange wins......what did she say when you told her she was the prize?
Yup, true story. Actually everyone in the house knew what was going on, except her and her friend she came with. Very cool girl but I honestly didn't know how she would take that ( at least till she knew me a little better lol ) so I told her like maybe 6 months later. She actually laughed and thought it was kinda romantic. For the longest time seemed kinda like fate or something.
Very strange you bringing this up right now, this happened back in 07. I haven't seen, talk to, nor thought about the guy and his wife that threw this party in many years. The totally randomly I was talking to my buddy that I had this match with a couple days ago and asked about them - once again totally random. Sadly, they have been divorced for quite some time and beach house sold off.
I once played a tournament in Japan where the third-place prize was a giant bag of rice. I ended up winning it and tried to give it to my buddy who was with me but neither of us wanted to carry it home on the train. We ended up playing with the stipulation that whoever lost would have to carry the bag all the way to the winner's house. I lost.
im guessing the wife loves that your a pool player
woulda never got there maybe if not for the game! very very cool indeed.Attachments
Back in 1973, I beat the owner of the Gulfport, MS pool hall out of all his cash playing in his brother's bar in Biloxi, MS.
When he couldn't borrow any more money from his brother or friends in the bar, he went in the back room and came out with a small paper bag full of jewelry. I told him I wasn't a jeweler. He somehow came up with a bit more cash after that from somewhere and I won that too.
When I finally won all the money, I had to fight my way out just to stay alive. It was lonely me against all the 5 or 6 guys left in the bar. It closed at about 2:00 AM and they locked the doors. The fight began about 6:00 AM. We had started playing about 9:00 PM the previous evening. I left a few hundred laying on the table where I was sitting but I managed to get out with the several hundreds I had put in my pocket.
Moral of that story is not to be alone and take all the cash on someone else's turf.
When he couldn't borrow any more money from his brother or friends in the bar, he went in the back room and came out with a small paper bag full of jewelry. I told him I wasn't a jeweler. He somehow came up with a bit more cash after that from somewhere and I won that too.
When I finally won all the money, I had to fight my way out just to stay alive. It was lonely me against all the 5 or 6 guys left in the bar. It closed at about 2:00 AM and they locked the doors. The fight began about 6:00 AM. We had started playing about 9:00 PM the previous evening. I left a few hundred laying on the table where I was sitting but I managed to get out with the several hundreds I had put in my pocket.
Moral of that story is not to be alone and take all the cash on someone else's turf.
