Action Killers and Pool Hall Etiquette

Lesh

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I was reading a thread here talking about whether or not it was a good idea to rescue someone in a bad match up with some sound advice regarding their opponent. Like if a Touring C++ player was matching up against a universally respected local short-stop that can pretty much dismember most players at will. This is not necessarily a bad situation, provided the game and money are correct for the sets to be played. I think we can all agree on this.

If the game and money are proportionally correct, then people need to just rail bird on and STFU. This feeds neatly into the real point of this post... Action Killers and Action Killing behavior. Talk about grey area. Woooooo!

What sayest thee to the prospect of talking about any ones skill level?
Does it matter what the context is? If so, what...
Does it matter who you are talking to and who you are talking about?
Is there a threshold of familiarity one should attain before offering an appraisal of speed?

Loose the pigeons!

Lesh
 
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Yes, I agree to shutting the F up. What goes on in the poolroom is no one's business but the two guys engaged in that business.
A touring C++ player? What's he playing out of, the trunk of an '84 Buick Le Sabre? There's a story right there.

Life on the road for Stan Meuccial is a tough one. From town to town he goes, looking for action. Sometimes he finds it, sometimes it finds him.
When we last saw Stan he was in Sheboygan, Wisconsin, at a place called The Lucky Cod, playing One Pocket with a shoe salesman from Waukesha. Stan was down to his last five dollars and the bet was ten a game. The pressure was on............:smile:
 
Yes, I agree to shutting the F up. What goes on in the poolroom is no one's business but the two guys engaged in that business.
A touring C++ player? What's he playing out of, the trunk of an '84 Buick Le Sabre? There's a story right there.

Life on the road for Stan Meuccial is a tough one. From town to town he goes, looking for action. Sometimes he finds it, sometimes it finds him.
When we last saw Stan he was in Sheboygan, Wisconsin, at a place called The Lucky Cod, playing One Pocket with a shoe salesman from Waukesha. Stan was down to his last five dollars and the bet was ten a game. The pressure was on............:smile:

LOL The Lucky Cod.

You and I need to write about the hard-boiled sordid life, action and times of Stan.... the pool players every man. Internationally hailed Touring C. We could get Peter Faulk to play him in the movie.
 
What's the point of this thread?

This was already discussed thoroughly in the thread that you referenced.
 
lf the players are grown men they are responsible for themselves and I would have no place sticking my nose in their business.

Slightly different when gambling with other railbirds. :wink:
 
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LOL The Lucky Cod.

You and I need to write about the hard-boiled sordid life, action and times of Stan.... the pool players every man. Internationally hailed Touring C. We could get Peter Faulk to play him in the movie.

All right. We'll make it a serial. You start a new thread with the title Man on the Run: The Stan Meuccial Story.
Cast of characters:
1. Stan Meuccial, a C level road player who try as he may can never make that one big score.
2. Bart Witherspoon, Stan's nemisis and owner of the Lucky Cod, a seafood restaurant and poolroom in Sheboygan, Wisconsin.
3. Melody Meuccial, Stan's one-legged but faithful girlfriend, and mother of his three-year old son Luther.
4. Eightball, Stan's faithful, but incredibly stupid, dog.
 
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What's the point of this thread?

This was already discussed thoroughly in the thread that you referenced.

"What sayest thee to the prospect of talking about any ones skill level?
Does it matter what the context is? If so, what...
Does it matter who you are talking to and who you are talking about?
Is there a threshold of familiarity one should attain before offering an appraisal of speed?"



Just take small shallow breaths... slow down. You will be just fine. Pick a spot and concentrate on it.

Love and skittles,

Lesh
 
What I've learned is that no matter what I think about it, I know that I certainly am not gonna get involved in it.
 
But unknown to readers and railbirds alike, Stan has trained Eightball, a pit bull, to rip the ass end out of a pair of jeans of short-stop hustlers late at night in dark alleys.

Stan in fact does not live in and drive a '84 Buick but a 2016 Cadillac and never stays in a motel of lesser quality than a Hampton Inn.

So the real question here is just who is it that needs the help?
 
But unknown to readers and railbirds alike, Stan has trained Eightball, a pit bull, to rip the ass end out of a pair of jeans of short-stop hustlers late at night in dark alleys.
Stan in fact does not live in and drive a '84 Buick but a 2016 Cadillac and never stays in a motel of lesser quality than a Hampton Inn.

So the real question here is just who is it that needs the help?

I think I do. The doctor said it should go away in a couple of weeks, and that was three years ago. :grin-square:
 
Tramp, I've been reading your stuff a lot longer than three years. You should have gone to the doctor sooner.

BTW, I really have grown fond of the idea of a wallet fetching pit bull. I've had these dark thoughts for over 40 years.
 
Do you let your friend (s) get into bad games...

I'm not talking about "lunch money", but what about "Rent Money" or "New Car Money"...

Do you mind you own business or do you "kill the action"? More than likely, you & I have our biases.

When Wall Street taught me not to gamble anymore, I followed their advice. I can't even afford to lose my lunch money now, 'cause then I wouldn't eat. Being an old man & not having a way to replenish my cash, has permanently side lined me. But, I still have my integrity intact.

I like to watch folks gamble... but I don't like to watch a robbery.
 
Do you let your friend (s) get into bad games...

I'm not talking about "lunch money", but what about "Rent Money" or "New Car Money"...

Do you mind you own business or do you "kill the action"? More than likely, you & I have our biases.

When Wall Street taught me not to gamble anymore, I followed their advice. I can't even afford to lose my lunch money now, 'cause then I wouldn't eat. Being an old man & not having a way to replenish my cash, has permanently side lined me. But, I still have my integrity intact.

I like to watch folks gamble... but I don't like to watch a robbery.

I know that above I said that I wouldn't get involved. I guess I wasn't thinking of your scenario.

If its a friend of mine, getting in way over their head, I might try and get their attention at some point, or hopefully during a bathroom or smoke break. And just ask them if they are sure of what they are doing....

As far as watching a robbery, between people that I don't know, well I would just stop watching. Cuz it's pretty obvious that in the pool world, these things are supposed to happen and no one is supposed to prevent them from happening. It's a badge of honor to rob someone. The fabled "hustle" is everything.

Glad I don't live in that world. Yes, there is some gambling in our pool rooms locally, and likely much more than I'm aware of. And I'm quite happy with that lack of awareness. I like most of the people that play there too much.
 
I ran a lot of handicap snooker tournaments in the 80s....
....and I gambled a lot, often handicaps involved.

So many players would come to me for advice in making a game...often both players
would ask me to make a fair game for them.
...I wouldn't get involved with their gambling action....told them they could lie to each
other all they wanted.
To me, I gamble by the rules of poker...play your hand the best way you know how.

One player, almost pro speed, figured out how to cope with my no-knocking rules....
....he would make a game, and then ask me me if I wanted some of the action...
...if I wouldn't go in with him, he would consider it a bad game and take a pass.
.....I actually won a fair amount with this guy over the years.
 
I think like most things, its a complex answer that has too many variables to even really discuss here, at least if you are speaking in general terms, not one specific incident.

Hell, I'd say pool has little to do with it. At what point do you try to stop people from making a bad or uninformed decision? That answer is different for everyone.
 
Yes, I agree to shutting the F up. What goes on in the poolroom is no one's business but the two guys engaged in that business.
A touring C++ player? What's he playing out of, the trunk of an '84 Buick Le Sabre? There's a story right there.

Life on the road for Stan Meuccial is a tough one. From town to town he goes, looking for action. Sometimes he finds it, sometimes it finds him.
When we last saw Stan he was in Sheboygan, Wisconsin, at a place called The Lucky Cod, playing One Pocket with a shoe salesman from Waukesha. Stan was down to his last five dollars and the bet was ten a game. The pressure was on............:smile:

If the road is too tough maybe he ought to try a job for a change.
 
It was my understanding that that the Golden Rule was you never knock anyone's action.

If the pigeon was, you know, mentally retarded or something, then I can see intervening and standing up for the guy. Short of that, we all know the rules, and most of us have paid the tuition at one time or another to learn them. Caveat Emptor. -Z-


Hell, I'd say pool has little to do with it. At what point do you try to stop people from making a bad or uninformed decision? That answer is different for everyone.

Exactly! Next thing you know you have a "Nanny State" like Bloomberg was building in NYC.
 
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I will kill "action" any day of the week. Mercilessly. I don't care about any rules or whatever hustler ethic. It's scum.
There's no place for it in a pool etablisment.
 
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