I was playing 10 ahead,9 ball, for a good sum. I was up 9 after a nice break and run. I broke the next rack, fairly, hard and the CB flew off the green and smacked my opponent square in the eye. He stumbles around for a minute. I walk over to see if he is ok. Now he is pissed. Grabs a house cue and winds it up. Swings it at me with the intent to kill. I lunged back (missed me by a mile, he could not see) and he hits his girlfriend in the head. She is laid out on the floor and thats when things get ugly. Her brother was there and tackles the slugger and proceeds to beat the $#^% out of him. He ended up sitting on his chest pounding away. There was, at least, half a dozen teeth on the floor and blood everywhere. Then the bouncers get involved (2 of them) and they work out the brother pretty good until the police and ambulance show up. Nobody went to jail, just the hospital. Cops pulled me outside with several other people to get reports. All the while, our stacks were still on the light. I was 86'd for starting the fight. The manager said our gambling was to blame and not to come back. I sent a friend in there the next day to check the light and guess what... It was all there...
Best Pool Hall Fight!
- Thread starter Njhustler1
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Circa 1990:
It was my first year in college, and i was playing with some friends
at the student lounge area. I left my cue (R1) on the table and went outside
for a smoke. A fella on the other table decided to use my cue, without my permission.
Naturally i got pissed off, and seeing how scrawny the fella was
in his very loose fitting Nike wind-breaker, I decided to "teach" him a lesson.
"I'll kick his ass so bad that...," so i thought.
We started to push each other (i started) then we wound up on the floor,
trying to pin each other down. A large crowd formed. My buddy's are cheering
me on. Just when i thought i had him, my face is planted to the cool floor
(and i think he had his knee on my back?). Then he said he had to go to class
and got up and started to walk away. "I'll see you later ****er!" i says while
gracefully picking my face off the floor. The punk smiles, looks at his watch
and says "I'll kick your ass later, see you outside at 11."
We meet again. An even larger crowd forms. It's show time. We dance around
like two boxers. Friends are cheering once again, pushing away those that were
trying to stop the fight. Hot looking girls staring in lust (disgust?). "Oh yah,
he's going down.," i'm thinking, dancing around like prince Naseem Hamed.
Then whack! I go down again. Though a little damp, the wet grass smelled much
better and slighty cooler to the touch than the pool hall floor.
It was my first year in college, and i was playing with some friends
at the student lounge area. I left my cue (R1) on the table and went outside
for a smoke. A fella on the other table decided to use my cue, without my permission.
Naturally i got pissed off, and seeing how scrawny the fella was
in his very loose fitting Nike wind-breaker, I decided to "teach" him a lesson.
"I'll kick his ass so bad that...," so i thought.
We started to push each other (i started) then we wound up on the floor,
trying to pin each other down. A large crowd formed. My buddy's are cheering
me on. Just when i thought i had him, my face is planted to the cool floor
(and i think he had his knee on my back?). Then he said he had to go to class
and got up and started to walk away. "I'll see you later ****er!" i says while
gracefully picking my face off the floor. The punk smiles, looks at his watch
and says "I'll kick your ass later, see you outside at 11."
We meet again. An even larger crowd forms. It's show time. We dance around
like two boxers. Friends are cheering once again, pushing away those that were
trying to stop the fight. Hot looking girls staring in lust (disgust?). "Oh yah,
he's going down.," i'm thinking, dancing around like prince Naseem Hamed.
Then whack! I go down again. Though a little damp, the wet grass smelled much
better and slighty cooler to the touch than the pool hall floor.
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that's funny. you showed him.
It was a Saturday night in a very blue collar part of town. You might even call it a red neck part of town except this part of town was a melting pot of Cajuns and several other ethnic groups. The name of the game was Eight Ball and the tournament had attracted a number of people and myself included. They had an eight ball pot of $300 and people bid the Calcutta up pretty high for a weekly pool tournament. This was in 1995. The place I THINK was Mary's place in Bridge City, one of the rustic suburbs of New Orleans. It was near the Huey P. Long Bridge upriver from the huey p. long bridge.
Every Saturday night they had a pool tournament and there was always lots of drinking, gambling and fighting to be had. The tournament director liked me, a guy named Bruce and he had invited me to come out and play in the tournament. He warned me that "the boys" liked a good fight but he would look out for me best as he could. With this kind of advice, I couldn't go wrong. Anyways the story isn't about me but the two guys that decided to put on Saturday Night Live's fisticuffs expo. The two guys get to arguing about some silly shit, maybe one of them was eyeing the other's girl or something like that. Anyway they get ready to go at it and Mary comes out from the bar with a baseball bat and threatens to play a little baseball with their heads. She was a strong looking woman and had a reputation for keeping order in the bar so they took her advice and took it outside.
The two guys started circling each other trying to see who would get first licks in and then the most unbelievable thing I ever saw happened. They stopped for a minute or so while each of them removed their Saturday night shirts and then proceeded to kick each other's ass all over the gravel parking lot, blooding their backs, arms and skin wherever they rocked and rolled. There were more cuts on their backs, arms and chests than there were on their faces. They must have fought for at least 10 minutes while the crowd inside the bar had already emptied outside and was cheering the combatants on. There never seemed to be a primary victor and both of the guys got in their licks. They both seemed to have had enough and picked up their shirts slipped them back on their well-bloodied bodies and went back inside to toss back a few more beers and have a few laughs. I won the pool tournament and the eight ball break pot that night and escaped with just the money. I went back several more times doing pretty well until someone was killed outside in the parking lot and I never went back after that.
The Saturday Night Fight was a ritual and something that the tournament participants looked forward to each week. A lot of egging on was done so that they licks could be shared by more than just a few.
JoeyA
Every Saturday night they had a pool tournament and there was always lots of drinking, gambling and fighting to be had. The tournament director liked me, a guy named Bruce and he had invited me to come out and play in the tournament. He warned me that "the boys" liked a good fight but he would look out for me best as he could. With this kind of advice, I couldn't go wrong. Anyways the story isn't about me but the two guys that decided to put on Saturday Night Live's fisticuffs expo. The two guys get to arguing about some silly shit, maybe one of them was eyeing the other's girl or something like that. Anyway they get ready to go at it and Mary comes out from the bar with a baseball bat and threatens to play a little baseball with their heads. She was a strong looking woman and had a reputation for keeping order in the bar so they took her advice and took it outside.
The two guys started circling each other trying to see who would get first licks in and then the most unbelievable thing I ever saw happened. They stopped for a minute or so while each of them removed their Saturday night shirts and then proceeded to kick each other's ass all over the gravel parking lot, blooding their backs, arms and skin wherever they rocked and rolled. There were more cuts on their backs, arms and chests than there were on their faces. They must have fought for at least 10 minutes while the crowd inside the bar had already emptied outside and was cheering the combatants on. There never seemed to be a primary victor and both of the guys got in their licks. They both seemed to have had enough and picked up their shirts slipped them back on their well-bloodied bodies and went back inside to toss back a few more beers and have a few laughs. I won the pool tournament and the eight ball break pot that night and escaped with just the money. I went back several more times doing pretty well until someone was killed outside in the parking lot and I never went back after that.
The Saturday Night Fight was a ritual and something that the tournament participants looked forward to each week. A lot of egging on was done so that they licks could be shared by more than just a few.
JoeyA
Njhustler1 said:
Best Fight
Iwas playing a guy in Baytown, Tx. at a bar on I-10 . The two tables were in the corner of the place, with a little drinking table in between the 2 pool tables. This guy and girl were sitting at the little table drinking and watching the games. I was bent over the table to line up a shot and I hear a woman say" You Cheatin MF" I look up and she pulls a 357 from her pocket and shoots the guy at the little table 3 times turns around and walks out. He is dead and I'm on the floor trying to hide. But she just walks out.---Smitty
Iwas playing a guy in Baytown, Tx. at a bar on I-10 . The two tables were in the corner of the place, with a little drinking table in between the 2 pool tables. This guy and girl were sitting at the little table drinking and watching the games. I was bent over the table to line up a shot and I hear a woman say" You Cheatin MF" I look up and she pulls a 357 from her pocket and shoots the guy at the little table 3 times turns around and walks out. He is dead and I'm on the floor trying to hide. But she just walks out.---Smitty
OldHasBeen
Tom Ferry
St. Louie, Louie vs. Bernie Schwartz
I have told this story before but it really had me laughing out loud and splitting a gut.
At Freddy's poolroom in Chicago (NorthShore Billiards), Louie was playing a large steak 9-ball set with Bernie Schwartz. Bernie's wife was holding the up money. About a total of #3,500 or $4K. For some reason, it was all in rather small bills.
Louie was higher than a kite and his mouth was working overtime to the sweaters. He really wasn't sharking Bernie but mainly talking while he (Louie) was shooting.
It goes hill, hill and before making the 9-ball (a pretty hard cross-side bank that Louie shoots 100 mph) for the set, Louie ask Bernie if he wants to play another set.
Bernie's wife was so upset and mad that she gets up and throws the up money at Louie across the table. The money starts going everywhere and now Louie is hot as hell. Louie probably owed half the people in the place. Louie demands that she pick up the cash and hand it to him and she refuses. Louie calls her some pretty select names and naturally Bernie has to come to her defense.
Now Bernie is a pretty good size man and Louie was in no shape or size to tangle with him - so now Bernie is chasing Louie all over the poolroom and Louie goes behind the counter and finds a big butcher knife. Now Louie is chasing Bernie all over the poolroom.
This was the funniest poolroom so-called fight I've ever seen. It was like something out of the Keystone cops. First Bernie chasing Louie & then Louie chasing Bernie.
Freddy or someone finally caught up with Louie and it was all over. I really think if Louie had caught Bernie, there would have been some blood spilled.
Someone did pick up the cash and hand it to Louie.
TY & GL, OHB
I have told this story before but it really had me laughing out loud and splitting a gut.
At Freddy's poolroom in Chicago (NorthShore Billiards), Louie was playing a large steak 9-ball set with Bernie Schwartz. Bernie's wife was holding the up money. About a total of #3,500 or $4K. For some reason, it was all in rather small bills.
Louie was higher than a kite and his mouth was working overtime to the sweaters. He really wasn't sharking Bernie but mainly talking while he (Louie) was shooting.
It goes hill, hill and before making the 9-ball (a pretty hard cross-side bank that Louie shoots 100 mph) for the set, Louie ask Bernie if he wants to play another set.
Bernie's wife was so upset and mad that she gets up and throws the up money at Louie across the table. The money starts going everywhere and now Louie is hot as hell. Louie probably owed half the people in the place. Louie demands that she pick up the cash and hand it to him and she refuses. Louie calls her some pretty select names and naturally Bernie has to come to her defense.
Now Bernie is a pretty good size man and Louie was in no shape or size to tangle with him - so now Bernie is chasing Louie all over the poolroom and Louie goes behind the counter and finds a big butcher knife. Now Louie is chasing Bernie all over the poolroom.
This was the funniest poolroom so-called fight I've ever seen. It was like something out of the Keystone cops. First Bernie chasing Louie & then Louie chasing Bernie.
Freddy or someone finally caught up with Louie and it was all over. I really think if Louie had caught Bernie, there would have been some blood spilled.
Someone did pick up the cash and hand it to Louie.
TY & GL, OHB
OldHasBeen
Tom Ferry
Joey - Maybe you can remember this fellows name.
Back in the late '70's or early '80's I was playing in a bar on (I think) Airline highway. I had been playing there for a couple of days so I was in dead stroke. They call in this good player who was always high on speed and after every shot, he would either jump up or jump up and backwards. He was pretty famous for this. Anyway, I was beating him pretty good and there was this Hugh fan about 8 feet from the pool table because of the heat and humidity. It had absolutely no cover on it at all.
I guess you can figure out what happens from here. He shoots a hard 9-ball shot and jumps backwards with his right foot and leg going straight into the fan. Blood goes everywhere and they take him to a hospital. He makes me promise to wait for him to come back and I did. About 2 hours later, here he comes with his leg and foot bandaged up and he still wants to play some more. I honestly advised him to not play now but wait a few days as I was going to be in town for at least a couple of more weeks.
He raises the bet to $100 a game and loses 4 games in a row. Naturally I got stiffed for the last game but that was almost expected back then.
I believe this fellows last name started with an S. It wasn't Sellers as I knew him pretty good and we made some nice money together.
TY & GL, OHB
JoeyA said:
Back in the late '70's or early '80's I was playing in a bar on (I think) Airline highway. I had been playing there for a couple of days so I was in dead stroke. They call in this good player who was always high on speed and after every shot, he would either jump up or jump up and backwards. He was pretty famous for this. Anyway, I was beating him pretty good and there was this Hugh fan about 8 feet from the pool table because of the heat and humidity. It had absolutely no cover on it at all.
I guess you can figure out what happens from here. He shoots a hard 9-ball shot and jumps backwards with his right foot and leg going straight into the fan. Blood goes everywhere and they take him to a hospital. He makes me promise to wait for him to come back and I did. About 2 hours later, here he comes with his leg and foot bandaged up and he still wants to play some more. I honestly advised him to not play now but wait a few days as I was going to be in town for at least a couple of more weeks.
He raises the bet to $100 a game and loses 4 games in a row. Naturally I got stiffed for the last game but that was almost expected back then.
I believe this fellows last name started with an S. It wasn't Sellers as I knew him pretty good and we made some nice money together.
TY & GL, OHB
Have there ever been any fights caught on tape in Accu-stats? Doubtful but it's worth asking. I'm sure some guys got into it at a sanctioned tournament at one time or another.
YOW...MoFo's don't probably appreciate the fact that when one of your pals get's fueled up that....yes HE IS AN IDIOT, so my crew trys to calm his ass as best they can!!! Problem is.....He's and ASS and has no f_____ing clue that he is pushing the limits of reality. SO, what happens most times....it gets down to what really makes sense??????
Actually....our crew is more forgiving than most of the folks downtown!
HERE YA GO -- If you wakes up in the mornin now then there is a
MAJOR PLUS....guess we musta did a better job than You'all figured!!!???
Have a Great Weekend =\
Actually....our crew is more forgiving than most of the folks downtown!
HERE YA GO -- If you wakes up in the mornin now then there is a
MAJOR PLUS....guess we musta did a better job than You'all figured!!!???
Have a Great Weekend =\
Guru said:
Fire for effect, I repeat, fire for effect
Wasn't really a fight. A drunk was giving one of the doormen at Boston Billiards a hard time, I knew the bouncer was into martial arts and he was built, next thing I know the drunk whips around and punches him square in the mouth, the bouncer didn't even flinch grabs the guy and opens the door with his head. All I remember was getting a cold chill down my spine and thinking I don't ever want to fight someone who can take a hit like that.
Paul
Paul
sounds like KRBsailing has taken a few too many punches to his head during those pool hall brawls. j/k 
They just had a vicious fight in Emeryville, CA this week. Guys hitting each other with cues, blood flying, drinks getting smashed across the room by Babe Ruth swings. Couple of participants in the brawl were cracked on the head and bleeding all over the place. Bunch of cops had to come in and restore order. They cancelled the tourney.
My friend is thick-skinned and laughs about how crazy it was but he says it was actually pretty scary in there for the ladies present.
My friend is thick-skinned and laughs about how crazy it was but he says it was actually pretty scary in there for the ladies present.
ScottW said:Well, some of the best sex of my life was with this gal I met at a pool room. Does that help?
I'm in! No, wait...I mean, me too...the chick and the pool hall and the sex, that is!