I am beginning to feel that the exposure and interests here at AZB are so divergent that Mike should consider two new sub-forums: Gambling Related and Non-Gambling Related.
I am struggling mightily to understand how some folks have had such little exposure to the gambling aspects of pool. Did they just jump in yesterday? Are there now pool venues with no, or very little, gambling? It is one thing to not participate in pool gambling but to be involved in pool and lack a fundamental understanding is another. Will someone please explain?
for whatever reason, i don't think you actually care, but since you asked...
i was maybe 9 years old when i first started smashing balls around on my cousins table. we played 8 ball and 9 ball (sans rules) with the house cues and chalked like we were drilling for gold. i don't think any of us ever saw a glimmer of a runout, once, ever, for years.
when i was 13 we moved into a house that had room for a table downstairs, so i begged my folks to get us one. we got a nice 8' furniture table with giant bucket pockets. i proceeded to smash balls around with friends when they would come over, and would do my best to get my folks to come down and play but they had little interest. i bought virtual pool 2 for PC and Lou Boutera himself digitally tought me how to break 9 ball and put draw on the ball (does anybody remember this ?? i've searched for the videos and cannot find them).
as i grew older and more involved in skating i played less and less pool until about the age of 19. every once in a while i would grab the cue and smack some balls around. i started to notice one of the slate beds had risen and there was a noticeable edge a third of the table. this got more and more irritating, but i wasn't good enough for it to matter much.
me and my lady had another couple as friends, and they had a kid. the mother was going to nursing school and working a job afterwards, and the father would watch the child during these hours. that left him with a lot of time to play. as we started to play for 3 hours a day and then 4 and then 6 and then 8 and then sometimes 12, our games developed. that edge in the table became absolutely unacceptable and i clocked about 19 hours completely redoing the thing all by my lonesome, one playing card at a time. i stretched the cloth as tight as it would damn well go and the table began to play noticeably faster.
my girlfriend bought me a $20 mizerak graphite cue from Big5 and i proceeded to scuff the tip away into nothingness trying to get a good grip on the cue ball. i replaced it with an elk master and did the same thing to it again, knowing nothing of burnishing. i cut up a $1 cotton glove so my chalky dusty graphite cue would stop clinging to my skin and really really started to hate the way that pool felt.
at this point, thanks to his majesty sir patrick flemming, i had spent countless hours watching Accu Stats matches on youtube and like many others was captivated by Efren's style of play. i had never considered a safety until watching him play 9 ball. after seeing the action these guys were getting on the cue ball and hearing the commentators mention "skid" (which, again, i had never considered), i realized that i had never once cleaned my pool balls. i think i used hot water and soap if i remember correctly, but christmas was soon and i was gifted a set of the aramith stone balls, and my first "real" cue (that i still play with today). my old man told me to pick out whatever i wanted. i knew nothing so i bought the one i liked the looks of most.
with this bad boy and the new balls i was quickly able to break and run 8 and 9 ball racks. i tried to get my buddy to play one-pocket but he was bored after 2 or 3 games. we played a whooooole lot of bank-the-8, and i had a few other goofy house rules like you could make your last ball and the 8 ball in the same shot as long as you called it. if i recall you also had to SHOUT "COMBO" before shooting a combination. we were goofy kids and i miss the hell out of when pool was that much fun.
Alas, this blessed and most cherished time of my life which felt like eternal bliss was only a short few months. i quickly packed up and moved to denver to pursue my career of professional rollerblading.
i was poor. very poor. and i missed having a table. the folks at the wynkoop brewery were kind enough to let my broke ass shoot pool for nothing and not order a single thing during the early morning hours of the mid week. i think they felt sorry for me. there was an older gentleman by the name of Ed, aged at least 70 who used to ROLLERBLADE to the billiard room to shoot by himself. i noticed his skates one day and mentioned them and we got to playing. i would see him there once in a while and he told me i had "a really damn nice stroke" which at the time was the absolute nicest thing anyone could have said to me, much less this older more seasoned shooter. if anybody knows who i'm talking about, please, i'd love to hear more about him. this was in maybe 2010.
my friends were all alcoholics, but i had done that dance at a young age and didn't do a whole lot of drinking. invariably i would end up as the designated driver, and occasionally whatever dive bar we would end up at would have a table. We would frequent Lancer Lounge, Gabors, Sobo 151 (which is still around and keeps good tables), and across the street at the Skylark. I used to go to the old Tarantulas back when it was upstairs and across the street.
so, as you can see, i never ran into any action, ever. occasionally some drunk asshole would wander over to our table and slam his quarter down, and i would generally just pack and up and leave and give him the table. more than once, i had a stranger demand that i play him for money. I'd seen The Color of Money

so i knew allllllll about YOU GUYS (haha just kidding y'all). i would always decline and offer to play for fun, and usually that was enough to get the fella harrumphing away with a grimace, mad that he wasn't able to steal from me. Mind you, this is when me and 3 to 5 other guys are all sharing one bar table to begin with. we were having plenty of fun and had zero interest in even ENGAGING with strangers, much less gambling with them.
this grew intensely tiresome for me and i had begun to rise through the imaginary ranks of rollerblading in my own mind, so at 23 i hit the road as a skater much as you "road players" do in search of new terrain and fresh faces. i lived off my bare bottom dollar for many many years, with no car and not even a cell phone (in 2013 this was unheard of). i didn't have any time to play pool, and when i did, i certainly didn't have a cent to gamble with even if somebody had wanted to play me. i stopped playing the game altogether.
now, its 2022. i picked up my cue last year, in absence of friends to skate with and motivation to do it alone. it has been a long and grueling several months and my stroke still feels off. i discovered a love of 14.1 and am terrible at it. i really wish i had learned to play straight pool when i was a kid, but alas. straight pool has humbled me and taught me many valuable lessons, and in the last week i started to run out 8 ball racks again.
i don't know any pool players in this town. i've posted on here and on facebook looking for folks to play with but it seems these days people only really care about their leagues. i went down to Felt a few times and played by myself but never once spoke to another human. i did, however, run into the operator of a league who was in the middle of straight pool match on the table next to mine. I asked him if he or anybody in his league might like to play some with me for practice outside of their league play, but nobody was interested in that.
so. that's how.