At the Request of Mr. Chino.

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1989?

I hear of a really great spot in Greenville, SC called the Star Lounge. Kind of rough, loud, and only three Valleys. My kind of joint.

I make my way there and sit at the bar. These two guys are playing for $20 a set, race to five. I was in a tie and told the bartender I was only there for two days. I asked him what these guys were playing (they were playing nineball). I watched and watched. One guy ended up a buck up. So, I asked if he wanted to play some for fun. "We don't play for fun, son. Looks like you have a little money, how about race to seven for $50?" "Sure, I'll try that niner game."

Literally every third ball, I would ask him which to shoot, but staying in line. I win 7-5. He plays another. 7-4. I was laughing inside. Well, he quits and the place was at a standstill for about an hour. So, I told him I was gonna go to the hotel and get my cue in case anybody wanted to play some eight ball later that night. I leave.

Well, when I return, I have changed clothes and have cue in hand. My guy is killing this older guy who was playing with a Schon. I even remember thinking "why would a guy have a $500 dollar cue and get beat by this guy." Well, the Schon guy quits down a buck. So, I ask if I could try my guy from earlier. Mr. Schon jumps in. "How about playing me some?" "Sure. Race to nine for $100?" "No, how about twenty a game?"

Let it rip. And rip it did. I'm kicking and jumping like a bronco. No open shots until I'm down $140. I couldn't believe it. I finally win a game and break dry. Uh-oh, now I'm down $200. I'm done. "How much you win Red?" asked the bartender. I couldn't figure this one out. I was young at the time. Young enough to wear a Hustlin' shirt. Well, anyway, I'd been playing Fountain Inn Red. I needed at least the seven and the break back then. And it might not have been enough. For those who don't know Red, he used to play Cliff even in most anything. Renowned in these parts for his hustle.

Anyway, the getter got got. Sucked, but I learned. Staged and "show" sets arent' always what they seem. Used them a few times myself down the road.
 
great story, funny lines (getter got got; "young enough to..." actually made me snarf). Thanks! can't rep you til possibly tomorrow, though.

...can we have a scary story next?
 
great story!

1989?

Anyway, the getter got got. Sucked, but I learned. Staged and "show" sets arent' always what they seem. Used them a few times myself down the road.

Great Story! Had to laugh about the staged and "show" sets. Me and my partner always walked into those places five minutes or so apart. If there wasn't any action to be had we would play each other and get the gambling started. One of us was always a banger that could barely make a ball on a bar table but would whip out a decent roll and pay after every game!(wasn't unusual to pool our money to make the banger's roll look better) Soon we would have people three deep standing around the table like a pack of hungry hounds just itching for a chance at the idiot with the roll. People would be so eager to gamble that we could usually split up and both get into action.

Good times and we always left'em laughing!

Hu
 
Great Story! Had to laugh about the staged and "show" sets. Me and my partner always walked into those places five minutes or so apart. If there wasn't any action to be had we would play each other and get the gambling started. One of us was always a banger that could barely make a ball on a bar table but would whip out a decent roll and pay after every game!(wasn't unusual to pool our money to make the banger's roll look better) Soon we would have people three deep standing around the table like a pack of hungry hounds just itching for a chance at the idiot with the roll. People would be so eager to gamble that we could usually split up and both get into action.

Good times and we always left'em laughing!

Hu
The older I get, the more I leave'em pissed. Can't help myself. I guess I have a grudge that now that I can make a ball, all the easy days are gone. Fu@#in' economy and internet. I blame Bill Gates for "no action" days.
 
Bill Gates

The older I get, the more I leave'em pissed. Can't help myself. I guess I have a grudge that now that I can make a ball, all the easy days are gone. Fu@#in' economy and internet. I blame Bill Gates for "no action" days.

Wouldn't it be just flat out paradise if ol' Bill Gates was a pool player and wanted to start the Microsoft Tour! Hey, ya know the dough would be "good" and the stakes could be UNBELIEVABLE! :thumbup:
 
Wouldn't it be just flat out paradise if ol' Bill Gates was a pool player and wanted to start the Microsoft Tour! Hey, ya know the dough would be "good" and the stakes could be UNBELIEVABLE! :thumbup:

We got a guy who is on the forbes top 50 richest people list and he loves pool and posts here. We just need him to start a tour.
 
Wouldn't it be just flat out paradise if ol' Bill Gates was a pool player and wanted to start the Microsoft Tour! Hey, ya know the dough would be "good" and the stakes could be UNBELIEVABLE! :thumbup:

If he was to do that, first he would come up with his own line of cues, tables and balls and everyone would have to play with his equipment. :rolleyes: And there would be new versions every 18 months or so. :frown:
 
the worst part

If he was to do that, first he would come up with his own line of cues, tables and balls and everyone would have to play with his equipment. :rolleyes: And there would be new versions every 18 months or so. :frown:

The worst part is each new generation every eighteen months would take five years to perfect after release by which time he would have released two or three more updated versions that of course needed another five years each to get close to right.

Hu
 
Lol

Welcome to 10-Ball Vista, upgrades to follow with additional fees and frustrations along the way! LOL

Notice: Coming this Fall...ONE-POCKET Version 8!
Now available: 14.1 Home edition...complete with digital camcorder for posting on youtube!

Ok, ok, there could be some details to be organized before the world wide launch of the Microsoft Tour. :thumbup:

P.S.
In stayin' on the point of crawfish's story...these kinda occurances aren't fun at the time, but isn't that the kind of stuff that makes being alive so awesome? :) As long as you can walk away from it that is!
 
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1989?

I hear of a really great spot in Greenville, SC called the Star Lounge. Kind of rough, loud, and only three Valleys. My kind of joint.

I make my way there and sit at the bar. These two guys are playing for $20 a set, race to five. I was in a tie and told the bartender I was only there for two days. I asked him what these guys were playing (they were playing nineball). I watched and watched. One guy ended up a buck up. So, I asked if he wanted to play some for fun. "We don't play for fun, son. Looks like you have a little money, how about race to seven for $50?" "Sure, I'll try that niner game."

Literally every third ball, I would ask him which to shoot, but staying in line. I win 7-5. He plays another. 7-4. I was laughing inside. Well, he quits and the place was at a standstill for about an hour. So, I told him I was gonna go to the hotel and get my cue in case anybody wanted to play some eight ball later that night. I leave.

Well, when I return, I have changed clothes and have cue in hand. My guy is killing this older guy who was playing with a Schon. I even remember thinking "why would a guy have a $500 dollar cue and get beat by this guy." Well, the Schon guy quits down a buck. So, I ask if I could try my guy from earlier. Mr. Schon jumps in. "How about playing me some?" "Sure. Race to nine for $100?" "No, how about twenty a game?"

Let it rip. And rip it did. I'm kicking and jumping like a bronco. No open shots until I'm down $140. I couldn't believe it. I finally win a game and break dry. Uh-oh, now I'm down $200. I'm done. "How much you win Red?" asked the bartender. I couldn't figure this one out. I was young at the time. Young enough to wear a Hustlin' shirt. Well, anyway, I'd been playing Fountain Inn Red. I needed at least the seven and the break back then. And it might not have been enough. For those who don't know Red, he used to play Cliff even in most anything. Renowned in these parts for his hustle.

Anyway, the getter got got. Sucked, but I learned. Staged and "show" sets arent' always what they seem. Used them a few times myself down the road.

Great story my friend, thank you very much for the tales. It is always enjoyable to read everyones stories and experiences. It is almost like reading Jay's book in a never ending series. Thank you :thumbup:
 
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any more stories?

Are you kidding me? Search through crawfish's posts...he has some of the greatest road stories of anyone here.

I've got a story...I was playing in a race to 1 8 ball bar tourney, and I had won my first two matches. I lost the third game because I dogged an easy shot. My fourth match the guy broke and ran out on me, but it was a very sloppy runout, and I thought I was better than him. So, being the hotheaded cocky kid that I was then, I asked if he wanted to play for $20 a game...

He agreed, I lost the coin toss, he broke the 8 ball in 3 times in a row. I quit, then went home and cried myself to sleep. :thumbup:
 
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