Two stories...
Was just playing cheap 8-Ball in a local bar and had one guy losing 8 ball pretty bad. He shoots 100 miles an hour and can't make a ball in a 5 gallong bucket. So, he's racking again and he takes the two back corner balls and puts them on the side of the rack between the 2nd and 3rd balls. I asked him what the f@#k he's doing and he says "Crown Rack! I can do that if I want to... it's in the Hoyle Book of Rules on Bar Pool." (where can I buy that book! LOL) I quit him at that point, he's mad, tell him that I feel bad and offer his money back... he's even more mad... I walk away from the table, after saying something to him about not being the greenest leaf on the tree, and he finally shuts up. Later, a friend comes over laughing and tells me the guys telling his friends "yeah, that big guy aint such a hustler... he didn't even know about the crown rack rule". I just laugh, continue on with my dual purpose quest to drink the county dry of Guiness Stout and to take the little blonde bartender home. Ended up living with the b!tch!!! For a few weeks... Wish I'd just kept on playing the Crown Rack guy!
Had a guy come in to my pool room not long before we closed it. He comes back to the room and is talking to me behind the booth, has a SportCraft cue in his hands, no case, and says he's looking for a money game. I say "I'm light action, what do you wanna do?" He's says, "You name it. I'll play for anything". Well, I don't want to run him off, so I suggest short rack banks, $20 a game. He says "Well, before you play me, I'm gonna tell you up front... First off, you don't want to play me bank pool. I can bank the 8 in every time" (I'm just sitting here smiling) He continues "Second, I went on this road trip up to Minnesota last year and beat Minnesota Fats 20 straight games. You really don't want to gamble $20 a game with me, cause you'll lose everything you own if I'm shootin' good."
Well, I back down! Whew! This guy is magical, right? I say. "Yeah, you're right. Anyone that can cross dimensions and beat a dead man 20 racks is outta my league"
His reply, with a puzzled look on his face "Whut?"
I say, "Fats has been DEAD for years, and he wasn't from Minnesota anyways..."
He gets mad and announces that Fats isn't dead, that he lives in Chicago! (but the guy just told me he played poor dead Rudolf in Minnesota) He's obviously angry by now and says he'll play me for a buck-a-rack 8 ball all I want. I laughed and told him if he needed money that bad, I'd pay him a dollar a rack just to rack for me while I practice. He leaves mad, and never came back.
Bob
Was just playing cheap 8-Ball in a local bar and had one guy losing 8 ball pretty bad. He shoots 100 miles an hour and can't make a ball in a 5 gallong bucket. So, he's racking again and he takes the two back corner balls and puts them on the side of the rack between the 2nd and 3rd balls. I asked him what the f@#k he's doing and he says "Crown Rack! I can do that if I want to... it's in the Hoyle Book of Rules on Bar Pool." (where can I buy that book! LOL) I quit him at that point, he's mad, tell him that I feel bad and offer his money back... he's even more mad... I walk away from the table, after saying something to him about not being the greenest leaf on the tree, and he finally shuts up. Later, a friend comes over laughing and tells me the guys telling his friends "yeah, that big guy aint such a hustler... he didn't even know about the crown rack rule". I just laugh, continue on with my dual purpose quest to drink the county dry of Guiness Stout and to take the little blonde bartender home. Ended up living with the b!tch!!! For a few weeks... Wish I'd just kept on playing the Crown Rack guy!
Had a guy come in to my pool room not long before we closed it. He comes back to the room and is talking to me behind the booth, has a SportCraft cue in his hands, no case, and says he's looking for a money game. I say "I'm light action, what do you wanna do?" He's says, "You name it. I'll play for anything". Well, I don't want to run him off, so I suggest short rack banks, $20 a game. He says "Well, before you play me, I'm gonna tell you up front... First off, you don't want to play me bank pool. I can bank the 8 in every time" (I'm just sitting here smiling) He continues "Second, I went on this road trip up to Minnesota last year and beat Minnesota Fats 20 straight games. You really don't want to gamble $20 a game with me, cause you'll lose everything you own if I'm shootin' good."
Well, I back down! Whew! This guy is magical, right? I say. "Yeah, you're right. Anyone that can cross dimensions and beat a dead man 20 racks is outta my league"
His reply, with a puzzled look on his face "Whut?"
I say, "Fats has been DEAD for years, and he wasn't from Minnesota anyways..."
He gets mad and announces that Fats isn't dead, that he lives in Chicago! (but the guy just told me he played poor dead Rudolf in Minnesota) He's obviously angry by now and says he'll play me for a buck-a-rack 8 ball all I want. I laughed and told him if he needed money that bad, I'd pay him a dollar a rack just to rack for me while I practice. He leaves mad, and never came back.
Bob