Please anyone else feel free to chime in with any remotely pool related story! Just something to fill in time while the halls are closed.
I played every night for ten years or a little longer, missing very few. Most nights were the same old, same old, I don't remember them in particular any more than I remember every particular shift I worked on my day job.
Most I remember have been told so sorry, this is probably familiar ground for members that have been here awhile.
For starters, in my main playing days, I drank beer. Lots of beer! On this particular day I had gotten an early start, probably at a seafood boil or barbecue, other activities I was right fond of. Now I was banging balls around looking for a customer and using the house cue I was playing with as a third leg to maintain balance. The room I was playing in was a bit odd, the front doors were locked, a side door opened into a topless joint, and there was another side door opposite that one that opened into the parking lot. Seemed like an odd set up to me but probably a fire code thing about that side door being open. Anyway, the head of the table I was playing on was by that side door and right alongside that door was a rack to put house cues in.
A guy came up wanting to play, one of the gigolos whose primary income was sponging off a dancing girl. We started off at the usual three or five dollars, an unwritten law in bars. No matter if both knew we would be playing for a lot more, the dance started cheap unless you knew each other well. He cleverly kept upping the bet, I was carrying my usually thick Kansas City bankroll.
I didn't mind him raising the bet, wanted him to. However the sneer and contempt he openly exhibited were a bit much. Normally when the bet got right I would see the tiniest change in the other player's manner and the race was on! However, this time something else seemed like it would be more fun. I was still putting away a beer every game or two on a seven foot bar table so I should have been blind drunk. Instead I was scheming drunk. I drug my feet a little now and then on raising the bet and he let me have close to a hundred and a half, not bad when most of the people in those blue collar bars were grossing fifty a week and bringing home forty dollars for a week's hard work!
When we got to fifty a game I finally saw that little more focus in his manner. I probably could have beaten him, but I wanted him to be remembering how he had been a fool giving away all of that money. I walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder, "I have had too much to drink, you have had too much to drink,(never mind that he wasn't drinking!) I have already taken too much of your money. Lets do this another night!"
Before he could think of a response to me being too nice to be hustled I slapped my cue in the rack and stepped out the door in a well planned pair of moves!
Those would be hustlers were natural prey and I had more than one three-quarter naked girl come to me in that room complaining that they were working their asses off and I was taking all of their money! Oh well darling, perhaps you are hooked up with the wrong guy. Good fun when me and the world were both a lot younger. Bumped into Mike Massey in one of those places back then, bumped into him again twenty or twenty-five years later and I would swear he remembered me! We didn't like each other the first time we met, second time it was either a long memory on his part or instant dislike!
Hu
I played every night for ten years or a little longer, missing very few. Most nights were the same old, same old, I don't remember them in particular any more than I remember every particular shift I worked on my day job.
Most I remember have been told so sorry, this is probably familiar ground for members that have been here awhile.
For starters, in my main playing days, I drank beer. Lots of beer! On this particular day I had gotten an early start, probably at a seafood boil or barbecue, other activities I was right fond of. Now I was banging balls around looking for a customer and using the house cue I was playing with as a third leg to maintain balance. The room I was playing in was a bit odd, the front doors were locked, a side door opened into a topless joint, and there was another side door opposite that one that opened into the parking lot. Seemed like an odd set up to me but probably a fire code thing about that side door being open. Anyway, the head of the table I was playing on was by that side door and right alongside that door was a rack to put house cues in.
A guy came up wanting to play, one of the gigolos whose primary income was sponging off a dancing girl. We started off at the usual three or five dollars, an unwritten law in bars. No matter if both knew we would be playing for a lot more, the dance started cheap unless you knew each other well. He cleverly kept upping the bet, I was carrying my usually thick Kansas City bankroll.
I didn't mind him raising the bet, wanted him to. However the sneer and contempt he openly exhibited were a bit much. Normally when the bet got right I would see the tiniest change in the other player's manner and the race was on! However, this time something else seemed like it would be more fun. I was still putting away a beer every game or two on a seven foot bar table so I should have been blind drunk. Instead I was scheming drunk. I drug my feet a little now and then on raising the bet and he let me have close to a hundred and a half, not bad when most of the people in those blue collar bars were grossing fifty a week and bringing home forty dollars for a week's hard work!
When we got to fifty a game I finally saw that little more focus in his manner. I probably could have beaten him, but I wanted him to be remembering how he had been a fool giving away all of that money. I walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder, "I have had too much to drink, you have had too much to drink,(never mind that he wasn't drinking!) I have already taken too much of your money. Lets do this another night!"
Before he could think of a response to me being too nice to be hustled I slapped my cue in the rack and stepped out the door in a well planned pair of moves!
Those would be hustlers were natural prey and I had more than one three-quarter naked girl come to me in that room complaining that they were working their asses off and I was taking all of their money! Oh well darling, perhaps you are hooked up with the wrong guy. Good fun when me and the world were both a lot younger. Bumped into Mike Massey in one of those places back then, bumped into him again twenty or twenty-five years later and I would swear he remembered me! We didn't like each other the first time we met, second time it was either a long memory on his part or instant dislike!
Hu
