Pool players stories about pool thread!

cwong79 said:

Actually it happened today. I played a local tourney and my first match was against Earl Strickland. He broke and didn't pot a ball. I ran 4 balls and scratched. After the match was over, as I was sitting licking my wounds from losing 5-0, Earl comes over and says "Wow, it should have been closer" and shakes my hand. I am a lowly ranked C player and I felt like a million dollars. He may come off badly sometimes but he most def represented the game in my eyes as least as a class act. Thanks Earl, I'll try harder next time.

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TrickPony said:

I will try to make this short. Me and my best friend are going out on a Friday and we always went to this local bar to play pool and get a few extra bucks. They played for 2 dollars a game, just got off work, we're talking 5 in the afternoon. Not much action this day. Best friend playing but no other action. This teenager comes over and says sir, would you like to play for 2 dollars and I said sure. I know he's not old enough to even be in here. We play back and forth for a couple hours and break even. I was very impressed with his play and ask him his age,name and we talked. Me and my best friend leave and he just cannot believe I didn't beat this kid. I told him if this kid keeps playing and some girl don't sweep him off his feet he will be a great player. We still talk about that afternoon to this day. I played with him off and on for the next 2 or 3 years but not for 2 dollars. His name was Stevie Moore or as I call him Little Stevie.

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miscrewed1989 said:

It was a Friday night in 1994. I was at Chattanooga Billiard Club just hitting some balls and throwing back some beers with friends. It was somewhat crowded, which was the norm back then. This guy came in and started hitting balls by himself on the 9 footer next to us. I noticed he was left handed and rarely missed. He didn't ask any of us to play and I certainly didn't ask him! The next day I went back fairly early. At that time there was always action during the day. After awhile the guy from the night before came in with a buddy. I told my opponent not to play because neither of us could win. Sure enough, a few minutes later he came over and asked if either of us wanted to play him or his buddy. We politely declined but told him to be patient and action would arrive. It wasn't long until he and his buddy were taking down all of Chattanooga's best. By the way, his name was Anthony Phillips and his buddy, Jeremy Jones.

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Banks said:

My stories are pretty weak in comparison to Measureman's, but they're all I've got!

I've got a history of going to the coast for the regional BCA/APA events and playing like a dog. Last fall, thinking that I'd be a shoe-in for placing well in the B tournament, I make the 2 or 3 hour drive out there the night before and stop by the casino to maybe hit a few balls and meet up with some friends. I immediately jumped into a mini-tournament and took it down. At that point, I was feeling as though I was finally going to do well in one of these damn tournaments on the little diamonds.

Wrong. I go 2-and-out. The last game came down to a complete fluke of a leave by my opponent, which left me on one side of the side pocket, blocked by the 9, having to hit the 8 that was on the other side of the pocket. Yeah, didn't happen. Boy was I bummed and we still had another day and a half of waiting until the team event!

So I do what any bored and bummed player would do. I find an A that I know and play a couple of 9 sets for $20 each. Bad idea. I still stunk it up and he played pretty solid as usual. Ok, now I'm 2-and-out, have a ways to wait, burning vacation time and now I'm starting to lose what little money I had.

Back to the rental house to unwind for a few.

Knowing that I have to get myself playing well on the diamonds, I head back. I find the guy I was playing and he asks if I want to go again. I say, "Ok, but let's play 8." I split sets with him, but can tell I'm shooting better. After a little bit, we play another 9b set - I win. He says, "Play my friend." I say, "How good is he?" His reply.. "You can beat him." Ok.. race to 4 8b for $20.

His first shot, he lines up at the base of the ball and has a smooth stroke.. damn, I'm in trouble. He fails his runout at the end, I end up playing defensive and win. He gets me the next game. He breaks and flies the CB. I run out and follow with a BNR. He fights back and ties it up at 3. He asks, "2 ahead?" I agree. Shooting well and playing lock-up D, I get the next 2. When I tell him I just went 2-and-out in the B, he calls me "grandmaster B". He got 4th in the last master event and just lost a short race to 5 to a B that went 2-and-out.

Feeling good, I get into a short-rack bank game with a youngster that had just taken 2nd in the last master event. I ask him for 7-3. "I may as well just give you my money." 6-4? "Ok, 6-4." 2 out of 3 for $40. I took it quick, something like 4-2 and 4-3. I gave up my spot(I gotta stop doing that). I was making great 2-rail shots, twist banks and sharp straight-backs, but couldn't get the "easy" side banks or short corner banks down. He asked if I was holding back. I ended up losing on the hill, but it sure did feel good to be asked if I was stalling by somebody that shoots that well. The only problem was, everybody that ended up watching got the wrong idea of my game. :embarrassed2:

My B team did end up getting into the money, but I followed up my performance in singles by barely getting my money back the next time. Perhaps I'll finally get over that hump in October. With any luck, I'll have another story afterwards. And if you know anybody there that'll play some cheap bank pool, let me know.

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DoubleD said:

I'll play.

The story of how a marine saved my life.

I had moved back to my hometown to finish college after spending a couple of years away. During the time away I pretty much stopped playing pool, concentrating on competitive foosball instead.

First week of the semester, I started hanging out with a friend who was teaching billiards at the university. I was literally just effing around if I picked up a cue, so my friend used me to demonstrate what not to do so he could always be the guy who did things correctly.

In his earliest class, there was a 5'10" blonde who started asking me to play with her before, during and after class. That turned into hanging out almost all the time, skipping class to drive a hundred miles to play pool in a dank bar with her uncle, etc..

One day we were playing and I was having a particularly good day, making it look easy. I was never one to downplay my skills or pander to someone, so she wasn't winning at all.

So, the last game we ever played together, I broke and ran down to the eight, giving myself nice shape. She had been standing at one corner of the table glaring at me the entire run. Turns out that I needed to shoot the eight from right where she was standing. I walk over, smile at her--for which I received the iciest glare I've seen. She makes it clear that she has no intention of moving, so I put my arms around her, bridging and stroking with her in my arms. I sink the eight and she walks out.

About a week later I found out that she slept with a marine. She ended up following him to Cali.

Best damn thing the marines ever did for me.

dld

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