I'm not a hustler, but I usually can't stand it when some punk tries to hustle me, here's a story about a recent encounter of mine.
I was in Reno this last April. I went into a pool hall downtown, and it sucked. I played there anyways for a little while, with no one else in the room and then the owner walks up and says well if you want a place that has action, then go to such and such up such and such a street. I wasn't looking for action just some players, so I could have some fun. He also told me there was this young skinny kid who was the main stick around there. HE gave me a description and said he was pretty cocky.
I went there and started playing, I played one guy who asked me to play and then I went back to the base up at fallon.
I went to the same place the next day, a saturday and played all day. One guy that was pretty good came in and we played some straight pool, After an hour or so I started to string together some good runs and within a few minutes of that this skinny young kid walks in.
The guy I was playing had to leave, so I start playing by myself. The kid comes over and asks me to play.
We start playing for 10 dollars a set. I beat him a couple of times and he quits. I was just screwing around completely and he was purposely sandbaging.
He started playing a friend of his who turns out to be his backer. I had told him while we were originally playing that I was planning on entering Reno that coming June. I guess he took offense to that and thought that I shouldn't. So he thought to hustle me and starts talking a bunch of shit.
After he started running his mouth I asked him to play me but he wouldn't. Instead he challenges me to ghost ball 5 dolalrs a rack. I could care less to show this kid how fast I run, so I beat the ghost only 2 times out of 9 so he's up on me 35 dollars, well not counting the twenty I took off of him earlier.
So I say come on why don't you play me? He wouldn't play me even with me offering him the 8 until I said I'm done then if you won't play me.
He finally agreed to play me. I'm not a big gamlber, just don't like to. Besides I was just trying to put this punk in his place, oh by the way he claimed he was taught by the monk. So we just played for the 35. I knew he would only play one set, besides which I needed to get going because it was after midnight before we even started the set.
So we're playing a race to 7 for 35 and he has the eight. Now he thinks I can't run. he gets up 5 to 3 and then I broke and ran the last four to win.
If you could see the look on his face, it was priceless. I had told him that I would drive him down to San Francisco the next day for a tournament they were having but decided against it. I did ask him this "Now seriously before that match, you thought that you could beat me straight up didn't you?" He did, he wouldn't admit it, but he thought that I was a chump that he was hustling.
If he would've answered that question honestly, I would've still driven him down to San Francisco the next day, but hey, I don't need any little cocky punks for friends that can't admit when they made a mistake.
It was hilarious though, I was acting all pissed off and frustrated the whole time I kept not being able to beat the ghost, I made him let me switch from the diamond to the GC. Oh and he wouldn't play against me even with the eight until I agreed to play him on the diamond as well.
I was in Reno this last April. I went into a pool hall downtown, and it sucked. I played there anyways for a little while, with no one else in the room and then the owner walks up and says well if you want a place that has action, then go to such and such up such and such a street. I wasn't looking for action just some players, so I could have some fun. He also told me there was this young skinny kid who was the main stick around there. HE gave me a description and said he was pretty cocky.
I went there and started playing, I played one guy who asked me to play and then I went back to the base up at fallon.
I went to the same place the next day, a saturday and played all day. One guy that was pretty good came in and we played some straight pool, After an hour or so I started to string together some good runs and within a few minutes of that this skinny young kid walks in.
The guy I was playing had to leave, so I start playing by myself. The kid comes over and asks me to play.
We start playing for 10 dollars a set. I beat him a couple of times and he quits. I was just screwing around completely and he was purposely sandbaging.
He started playing a friend of his who turns out to be his backer. I had told him while we were originally playing that I was planning on entering Reno that coming June. I guess he took offense to that and thought that I shouldn't. So he thought to hustle me and starts talking a bunch of shit.
After he started running his mouth I asked him to play me but he wouldn't. Instead he challenges me to ghost ball 5 dolalrs a rack. I could care less to show this kid how fast I run, so I beat the ghost only 2 times out of 9 so he's up on me 35 dollars, well not counting the twenty I took off of him earlier.
So I say come on why don't you play me? He wouldn't play me even with me offering him the 8 until I said I'm done then if you won't play me.
He finally agreed to play me. I'm not a big gamlber, just don't like to. Besides I was just trying to put this punk in his place, oh by the way he claimed he was taught by the monk. So we just played for the 35. I knew he would only play one set, besides which I needed to get going because it was after midnight before we even started the set.
So we're playing a race to 7 for 35 and he has the eight. Now he thinks I can't run. he gets up 5 to 3 and then I broke and ran the last four to win.
If you could see the look on his face, it was priceless. I had told him that I would drive him down to San Francisco the next day for a tournament they were having but decided against it. I did ask him this "Now seriously before that match, you thought that you could beat me straight up didn't you?" He did, he wouldn't admit it, but he thought that I was a chump that he was hustling.
If he would've answered that question honestly, I would've still driven him down to San Francisco the next day, but hey, I don't need any little cocky punks for friends that can't admit when they made a mistake.
It was hilarious though, I was acting all pissed off and frustrated the whole time I kept not being able to beat the ghost, I made him let me switch from the diamond to the GC. Oh and he wouldn't play against me even with the eight until I agreed to play him on the diamond as well.