Annoying habits of the pros

2. Apologizing when something works out for them. There is chance in this game, get over it already. I was watching the ladies play on ESPN the other day and the amount of "sorrys" was really getting on my nerves.

To me this is just acknowledging that other people are going to go nuts over getting a bad roll. Shit happens, move on. If people didn't get so bent out of shape over "slop" nobody would need to be apologizing in the first place.

If I get annoyed at the table, it's only going to be at myself. There's nothing anybody else could do at a table when it's not my turn that's going to cause me to care even the least bit (other than screwing with the equipment).
I agree. Apologizing for slop is ridiculous. If you really feel like it's unfair that you missed and the ball went 3 rails into another pocket, pick up the cue ball and hand it to me. Otherwise, just be glad you got a roll and keep shooting. If anything, a sarcastic "yes!' is appropriate in that situation.

On the other hand, I do think that it's okay to acknowledge your opponent's misfortune when you miss a shot you intended to make and leave them hooked.
 
+1...and anyone who uses that white power hand chalk...FML it gets all over the table and balls creating a mess!!

Its not so bad that they use the white powder but they cover their entire hand and put it on all the up to their elbow I think. Only a couple fingers on your bridge hand touch the cue, not your whole palm.

Annoying things: Tapping chalk upside down on rail, gotta clean it ya know!!!
White powder all over table
Tapping cue shaft on rail to clean off excess chalk from tip
Tapping balls in rack into cloth
Standing at the head of the table doing nothing for minutes at a time when it is your turn
One guy I seen would take pretty long studying table between shots, he then get into shooting position then stop and stand back up to look at shot yet again.
 
‘You saw the movie right?’

You watched the movie, right? ;)

That's right, the story that ended up being read by 2.3 million people.....goes like this:

IT HAPPENED IN PITTSBURGH in 1986, back when The Color of Money, a movie about a young pool shark, had hit theaters and Carson “CJ” Wiley was himself hustling pool on the road—back when, on a moment’s notice, he would drive hundreds of miles to some backwoods dive on a trip that someone with wads of cash gambled big-time there.

On that particular night, Wiley wore fake glasses and assumed one of three aliases, Mike from Indiana. His mark was the owner of a restaurant, a bearded man with receding jet-black hair who led him up a dark staircase to a private pool table on the second floor.

“And the guy is smiling this real goofy smile,” Wiley recalls today, chuckling hard before dragging deeply on a Marlboro Light. “’It’s just like in the movie,’ he says. ‘You saw the movie right?’

And I nod my head but don’t really say anything. Then he says, ‘Oh, boy, I love action. I love playing pool for money. I even love betting on other players. You saw the movie right?’ And I nod again. And we begin playing some nine ball, and I find out right away that this guy can’t play at all. I mean, not a lick.

So after I’m done beating him for a few hundred, he has me play nearly everybody in the building. I end up beating his bartender, his cook, his dishwasher, five locals, and finally, the best player in town—and he staked every one of them. By the time he quit, I had him stuck for about seven thousand dollars. And he says to me, not smiling anymore,

‘You know kid, you played a lot better at the end than you did at the beginning.’ And I look him square in the eyes and say, ‘Well, you saw the movie, right?’
 
Slow Play
Nothing is more annoying than slow play, and I need to clarify this. a) If a player takes a little longer than most to design a shot but has a pre-shot routine of ordinary length, I can deal with it. Ralf Souquet probably fits into this category, b) Players who have extremely time consuming pre-shot routines even after a decision has been made make me a little crazy. Perhaps the worst of these is the gifted but lethargic Jeremy Jones. Of course, there are a few who preside so long over a shot that it's almost painful to watch, and Corey Deuel is the worst of these.

Lint Picking
Archer with the lint is definitely very annoying, and the great billiards player Sang Lee was even worse in this regard.


Sharking
Players who do everything in their power to make it harder for their opponents to concentrate on the game bother me a lot. Earl Strickland is the worst in this regard in modern times.


Dressing in a Way that Shows Insufficient Respect for the Game
Let's start with earphones during competition. This is inexcusable. John Pinegar played a stream table match at Derby City wearing earphones. Charlie Bryant once played a late round match at Derby City dressed in overalls. Gimme a break! Backward baseball caps also rub me the wrong way in competition.
 
Slow Play
Nothing is more annoying than slow play, and I need to clarify this. a) If a player takes a little longer than most to design a shot but has a pre-shot routine of ordinary length, I can deal with it. Ralf Souquet probably fits into this category, b) Players who have extremely time consuming pre-shot routines even after a decision has been made make me a little crazy. Perhaps the worst of these is the gifted but lethargic Jeremy Jones. Of course, there are a few who preside so long over a shot that it's almost painful to watch, and Corey Deuel is the worst of these.

Lint Picking
Archer with the lint is definitely very annoying, and the great billiards player Sang Lee was even worse in this regard.


Sharking
Players who do everything in their power to make it harder for their opponents to concentrate on the game bother me a lot. Earl Strickland is the worst in this regard in modern times.


Dressing in a Way that Shows Insufficient Respect for the Game
Let's start with earphones during competition. This is inexcusable. John Pinegar played a stream table match at Derby City wearing earphones. Charlie Bryant once played a late round match at Derby City dressed in overalls. Gimme a break! Backward baseball caps also rub me the wrong way in competition.

I agree. Earphones should be illegal. And Charlie probably wore bibs on purpose. They do call him the hillbilly after all. But yes....dress codes should be in place and enforced.
 
when your opponent puts the only piece of chalk on the table in his shirt pocket, annoys the hell outta me, one of the reasons i got a chalk holder
i saw a pro do that once when he was down 7-6 in a race to 9, i guess it threw his opponent's rhythm off enough 'cause he lost the next 3 racks, just broke his momentum when he was lookin for the chalk and then the pro says oh it's here in my pocket, sorry bad habit, like if it was unintentional
 
when your opponent puts the only piece of chalk on the table in his shirt pocket, annoys the hell outta me, one of the reasons i got a chalk holder
i saw a pro do that once when he was down 7-6 in a race to 9, i guess it threw his opponent's rhythm off enough 'cause he lost the next 3 racks, just broke his momentum when he was lookin for the chalk and then the pro says oh it's here in my pocket, sorry bad habit, like if it was unintentional

Do you remember who it was? Just want to confirm my guess.
 
That's right, the story that ended up being read by 2.3 million people.....goes like this:

IT HAPPENED IN PITTSBURGH in 1986, back when The Color of Money, a movie about a young pool shark, had hit theaters and Carson “CJ” Wiley was himself hustling pool on the road—back when, on a moment’s notice, he would drive hundreds of miles to some backwoods dive on a trip that someone with wads of cash gambled big-time there.

On that particular night, Wiley wore fake glasses and assumed one of three aliases, Mike from Indiana. His mark was the owner of a restaurant, a bearded man with receding jet-black hair who led him up a dark staircase to a private pool table on the second floor.

“And the guy is smiling this real goofy smile,” Wiley recalls today, chuckling hard before dragging deeply on a Marlboro Light. “’It’s just like in the movie,’ he says. ‘You saw the movie right?’

And I nod my head but don’t really say anything. Then he says, ‘Oh, boy, I love action. I love playing pool for money. I even love betting on other players. You saw the movie right?’ And I nod again. And we begin playing some nine ball, and I find out right away that this guy can’t play at all. I mean, not a lick.

So after I’m done beating him for a few hundred, he has me play nearly everybody in the building. I end up beating his bartender, his cook, his dishwasher, five locals, and finally, the best player in town—and he staked every one of them. By the time he quit, I had him stuck for about seven thousand dollars. And he says to me, not smiling anymore,

‘You know kid, you played a lot better at the end than you did at the beginning.’ And I look him square in the eyes and say, ‘Well, you saw the movie, right?’

Great story CJ.

Thanks for sharing.

Ken
 
I hate it when a "pro" wins a title or two and then turns him or herself into a living breathing infomercial, incessantly trying to sell you something with every other sentence they speak or type, even going so far as to spam my email box several times a week. The hard sell is annoying at least, desperate at best, and does nothing positive for their image.

But don't get me wrong, when someone has something of value to share, there's nothing wrong with making it available. There's nothing wrong with trying to make money either, but jeez man, I've seen door to door vacuum salesmen with more tact.
Bottom line is, do whatever you like, its a free (enterprise) country, but get up out of my face with all that pan-handling. If I want or need something, I'll go get it, no need to shove it down my throat.

"That's all I have to say about that."
- Gump
 
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I hate when a player put the chalk on the table upside down. I saw Efren doing this over and over, Shane would put it back right but Efren would turn it back over. It makes a huge mess and gets all over everything.

I can personally attest to Efren putting the chalk upside down as well. Ugh - :rolleyes:
 
That's right, the story that ended up being read by 2.3 million people.....goes like this:

IT HAPPENED IN PITTSBURGH in 1986, back when The Color of Money, a movie about a young pool shark, had hit theaters and Carson “CJ” Wiley was himself hustling pool on the road—back when, on a moment’s notice, he would drive hundreds of miles to some backwoods dive on a trip that someone with wads of cash gambled big-time there.

On that particular night, Wiley wore fake glasses and assumed one of three aliases, Mike from Indiana. His mark was the owner of a restaurant, a bearded man with receding jet-black hair who led him up a dark staircase to a private pool table on the second floor.

“And the guy is smiling this real goofy smile,” Wiley recalls today, chuckling hard before dragging deeply on a Marlboro Light. “’It’s just like in the movie,’ he says. ‘You saw the movie right?’

And I nod my head but don’t really say anything. Then he says, ‘Oh, boy, I love action. I love playing pool for money. I even love betting on other players. You saw the movie right?’ And I nod again. And we begin playing some nine ball, and I find out right away that this guy can’t play at all. I mean, not a lick.

So after I’m done beating him for a few hundred, he has me play nearly everybody in the building. I end up beating his bartender, his cook, his dishwasher, five locals, and finally, the best player in town—and he staked every one of them. By the time he quit, I had him stuck for about seven thousand dollars. And he says to me, not smiling anymore,

‘You know kid, you played a lot better at the end than you did at the beginning.’ And I look him square in the eyes and say, ‘Well, you saw the movie, right?’

Why you're just like Johnnyt! :D


JoeyA
 
For me, I can't stand:

1. Lint pickers
2. Apologizing when something works out for them. There is chance in this game, get over it already. I was watching the ladies play on ESPN the other day and the amount of "sorrys" was really getting on my nerves.

To me this is just acknowledging that other people are going to go nuts over getting a bad roll. Shit happens, move on. If people didn't get so bent out of shape over "slop" nobody would need to be apologizing in the first place.

If I get annoyed at the table, it's only going to be at myself. There's nothing anybody else could do at a table when it's not my turn that's going to cause me to care even the least bit (other than screwing with the equipment).

Well said. Totally agree. By their rationale, they should be raising their hand and apologizing for sinking a ball off the break and staying at the table. Makes no sense.
 
Larry Hubbart and Mike Sigel had a road habit that I got real tired of.
They would make a standard out and when the 9-ball would drop, they'd
jump a little and say "Whew!"

I bet on Mike in a match...I think he did it every game for an easy win...
...I told him after that he wasn't on the road and everybody knew him....
....so why couldn't he drop that habit?
His answer lasted about half an hour and made me REAL sorry I'd mentioned it.
:eek:
 
I hate when some one beats me or is beating me and is complaining about how bad they are playing.

I don't want to hear about how badly you are playing while you are kicking my butt.
 
How about Efren picking his nose all the time? Lol

Really ? OMG
Have seen his touch outside of his nose few times. Guess I have seen just the G rated version but have seen actually seen the X rated version of his finger "penetrate" his nose yet :D
 
I hate when some one beats me or is beating me and is complaining about how bad they are playing.

I don't want to hear about how badly you are playing while you are kicking my butt.

If he is saying that to you then that is bad etiquette and he deserves to be video cammed and uploaded to Youtube :D
 
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