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very funny stories.

I broke my playing cue about 2 years ago.

I was at Amsterdam Billiards, NYC, playing Joel "master" Shapiro. Now for those in the north East who know Joel, he be can excruciatingly annoying. He talks WAY too much, and plays WAY too slow. Bad combination for me on a day I wasn't playing particularly well.

I hadn't really wanted to play him either. I gave up a game with Ginky, just to appease Joel.

We started at around 2pm, race to 100, and it was getting close to 5pm. I had told him when we started i needed to split by 5, so his slow play really irked me.

Finally, I missed an easy shot, took my cue, placed it over my head, holding each end. I proceeded to lower it while squeezing the ends down. As the cue "bent", it snapped under the joint, on the forearm side.

The WHOLE room stopped and looked because of the loud snapping sound.

I was mortified.

Just for the record, it was a $5000.00 Gina.

I sent the cue to ernie to be spliced, and the very next day ordered an almost identical cue.

I will quit if i ever break another cue.

rg

Ps, iv'e broken phones (maybe 10 or 15 in my life), a computer, doors, glasses, dishes and various other things. The cu was the last thing though. Keeping my fingers crossed.
 
When I got married, I quit playing for 10 yrs. I happened to come across my cue when I was doing some spring cleaning. Dusted it off and headed to a pool room I had seen when I was driving by. Nice place with beautiful gold crowns. I felt like I was knocking rust off when I started hitting balls around.
Soon enough, a kid comes up looking for a game. $5-9 ball, why not? Played for 2 hrs. and lost $20. Everything was fine until I gave the kid the money and he says, "Come on back when you want another a$$-whooping!" He proceeds to tell me how I never had a prayer of beating him. As I put my cue away, I said "The next time you see me, you got the 8." and I leave.
As things like this tend to inspire me, for the next month, I practiced every day at another poolroom.
Finally, I go back and right through the door, the kid is all over me. I said, "Give me the 8 and we'll play a race to 9 for a $100." He can't get to the table fast enough.
I drill him 9-2 the first set. To say he was upset was an understatement.
Yap, yap, yap. Okay, drop the spot and do it again. 9-3 my favor this time. The kid's in orbit now. Ranting, raving, you name it.
Finally, I remind him about what I said about giving him the 8 the first time we played. So, double up to $200 a set and off we go.
Got him 8-1 and I'm down on the 7 with a simple stop shot and it sounds like a gunshot goes off right behind me. I jumped up and turned to see him doing a Mark Macguire on the next table over with his very nice Palmer. Breaks the shaft, then the butt, grabs his case, pulls out the extra shafts, demolishes them and starts jumping up and down on all the pieces. It looked like a toothpick factory when he was done. Oh, and the nice things he had to say, my,my!
I picked the money off the light, put my stick up and headed for the door.
I couldn't help it. As I pushed the door open, I said, "Nice playing ya. From now on, you got the 8 for life!"
That's what started me playing again. Just a little inspiration.

Only time I ever broke a cue was when my road partner and I were on a trip. I accidentally spilled a drink on the plastic floor of his SUV. I quickly wiped it up and for the next 100 miles all I hear about is how I don't care about his vehicle and how I never take care of anything.
Finally, we are going across this bridge with the rant still on and I tell him to pull over. I get out and pull out an old two prong Meucci and powder it on the rail of the bridge.
I climb back in and say, "Enough about the $%%$#%$ drink, okay?" Nothing but silence for the next 100 miles.

Never liked that stick anyway.
 
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NYC cue dude said:
Just for the record, it was a $5000.00 Gina.
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OMG, I couldn't live with myself if I ever did something like that.


For the record I haven't ever smashed a cue before, seen lot's of cue's broken intentionally and by accident but never broke one myself. I prefer to just resort to cursing!
 
ironman said:
Well Bud I know you feel bad, but why in the hell did you throw MY cue in that dam river?"
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What a great story.

On Sept 13, 2001 after living the horrific events of that week I was beaten by a much lesser-skilled player. I had a Mali sneaky pete that was unfortunately sacrificed to the pool gods that night (I went outside and did it)

On a liquor-fueled Friday night I played a guy who did not play by the "gentleman's agreement" rules that are observed arouind here, which means: make some kind of honest effort to pocket a ball or at least hit your ball first. This guy played cheap safes, not hitting his group first and making no attempt to hit a rail.

I lost, and so did my Dufferin sneaky pete
 
11 years old: little league bat- nintendo dead
13 years old: stomped guts out of a super nintendo
14 years old: learning bicycle tricks- papa's pond- bike's don't float
16 years old: car is a piece of sh$t, breaks down- oops, windshield busted

later in life: I have to buy my own stuff and treat it much better!!!

ps. my 7 year old son can't figure out why I don't like to play playstation..umm!!
 
NYC cue dude said:
very funny stories.

I broke my playing cue about 2 years ago.

I was at Amsterdam Billiards, NYC, playing Joel "master" Shapiro. Now for those in the north East who know Joel, he be can excruciatingly annoying. He talks WAY too much, and plays WAY too slow. Bad combination for me on a day I wasn't playing particularly well.

I hadn't really wanted to play him either. I gave up a game with Ginky, just to appease Joel.

We started at around 2pm, race to 100, and it was getting close to 5pm. I had told him when we started i needed to split by 5, so his slow play really irked me.

Finally, I missed an easy shot, took my cue, placed it over my head, holding each end. I proceeded to lower it while squeezing the ends down. As the cue "bent", it snapped under the joint, on the forearm side.

The WHOLE room stopped and looked because of the loud snapping sound.

I was mortified.

Just for the record, it was a $5000.00 Gina.

I sent the cue to ernie to be spliced, and the very next day ordered an almost identical cue.

I will quit if i ever break another cue.

rg

Ps, iv'e broken phones (maybe 10 or 15 in my life), a computer, doors, glasses, dishes and various other things. The cu was the last thing though. Keeping my fingers crossed.
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Randy, I'm even feeling the pain from the Gina.:eek:

But how about the ladies?? Don't you girls ever lose it once in a while? (yes, I know, but I don't mean it that way)

Come on, we're all family!!!

Jim
 
Ive messed up my hand pretty good after shanking an 8 ball shot. funny thing though i was 15 and did not know much about the game, except i missed and lost to my good friend. pool tables are hard...imagine that.
 
psychoblinker said:
once i was playing golf with some friends, i was just starting out so i was really a hack at the game, through a couple of holes i started getting pissed off cause i had a bad night before (put girlfriend, alcohol and another girl and you get the picture..) i missed an easy putt and promptly threw the club into the bushes... took us all 15 mins to find it. on the next hole i put my ball into the water with my 5 iron, promptly tried to throw tha club in as well.. didnt make it... walked over to pick it up, smashed it against my knee, broke it in 2, then threw it into the water... lost my balance on the way and fell on my a$$.. yeah.. great fun..:mad:

friends were having a good laugh... i guess after that i was too.. sigh.. nothing like golf to let go some steam.
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Now that's funny.

Talking golf, my brother and I were playing on a muni course and we teed off on this hole. While walking up the fairway, we see a guy who appears to be digging a hole behind the green. As we get closer, we realize this guy is on the green and just working away with a golf club. Closer still, there are broken golf clubs and bag thrown all over the green and this guy is trenching the green with a club. He is autographing the green with "4Q" (say it real quick and you'll catch on).
Not saying a word and giving him a wide berth, we kept walking to the next hole. Wasn't long before we heard sirens.
Took about a year for his little message to disappear from green. Cracked us up every time we played there.
Spooky but hilarious.
 
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I played with a guy who broke his sticks quite a bit. If we were matched up, and I dogged a shot or did something that frustrated me I'd walk over and say, "Give me that f&*king stick!"...and I'd pretend I was going to break it in the same manner he usually broke his sticks (usually holding it by the shaft and swinging it like a pendulum so that the butt smashed into the hardwood chair - the chair wouldn't even dent, but after 5 or 6 times of that the cue butt would split in two). He always got a laugh out of that.....

I've never broken a stick intentionally although I have tossed/dropped my cue to the ground in anger before...but it never hurt any cue I did it too. This happened rarely, if ever.
 
NYC cue dude said:
very funny stories.

I broke my playing cue about 2 years ago.

I was at Amsterdam Billiards, NYC, playing Joel "master" Shapiro. Now for those in the north East who know Joel, he be can excruciatingly annoying. He talks WAY too much, and plays WAY too slow. Bad combination for me on a day I wasn't playing particularly well.

I hadn't really wanted to play him either. I gave up a game with Ginky, just to appease Joel.

We started at around 2pm, race to 100, and it was getting close to 5pm. I had told him when we started i needed to split by 5, so his slow play really irked me.

Finally, I missed an easy shot, took my cue, placed it over my head, holding each end. I proceeded to lower it while squeezing the ends down. As the cue "bent", it snapped under the joint, on the forearm side.

The WHOLE room stopped and looked because of the loud snapping sound.

I was mortified.

Just for the record, it was a $5000.00 Gina.

I sent the cue to ernie to be spliced, and the very next day ordered an almost identical cue.

I will quit if i ever break another cue.

rg

Ps, iv'e broken phones (maybe 10 or 15 in my life), a computer, doors, glasses, dishes and various other things. The cu was the last thing though. Keeping my fingers crossed.
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God, that made my hair hurt when you said $5000 Gina. I would have gladly swapped cues with ya.
 
I broke my very first cue....had paid some 100$ for it at that time (Buffalo) and just recently 'upgraded' it with 314 shaft... so I was playing around and that stupid fog descended on my head where all I can see is the bad rolls I got and all the good rolls my opponent got....got distracted...started playing even worse....you know the vicious cycle.. then after missing about 4th or 5th ball in a row in the same match I hit the table after another miss with the tip of the cue about 10th time.....perhaps a little more forcefully this time...and the bloody butt broke in two?! luckily the shaft was still intact and had the same joint as the butt so I could continue the game...sufficiently humiliated
never broke a cue after that....although breaking my knuckles on the wall or table has been a possibility a couple of times...but I think all in all I've learned my lesson! (although sometimes the cue is just asking for it!) :)
 
It hasn't happen yet but I'm waiting for the day I replace this piece of s**t cell phone I have now. It will be, Cell Phone I would like to introduce you Louisville Slugger. SMACK

Steve
 
sde said:
It hasn't happen yet but I'm waiting for the day I replace this piece of s**t cell phone I have now. It will be, Cell Phone I would like to introduce you Louisville Slugger. SMACK

Steve
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My cellhone (RAZR) is a real piece of junk and I'm bout ready to give it a beating! :D
 
You should get the Katana (Sanyo's version of the Razr) Much better quality and I have had no problems at all.

I have not broken anything but my brother is the one with the temper. We used to golf a lot and when he would tee off and hit a bad shot you would just see everyone duck because you weren't quite sure what was going to happen or where the club was going to go. I did see him throw is 8 iron in the lake one day and about 5 minutes later go try and get it back. One time I beat him in ping pong for the first time ever and I was about 12 years old and he picked me up and stuck me in the wall. Needless to say he didn't like to lose and as long as you weren't the one who beat him it was quite entertaining.
 
Thought that this would be an interesting and fun thread to resurrect.....anyone else care to testify? :wink:

Jim
 
I broke *TWO* house cues one day which I really kicked myself later for, as they were the only 22-ouncers in the place and fairly straight, and IIRC they never replaced them. My temper back then was like a gallon bottle of nitroglycerin on a paint shaker.

I never broke my own personal cue but many years ago I loaned mine to someone and he shattered the butt end of it.
 
think I may have posted similar in another thread but I'll add a bit

My older brother smashed things. Two dollar toy or an automobile, PO him and pay the price. Persuaded me that it wasn't the worlds smartest thing to do so I didn't as a general rule but I did have some fun with it.

Late night, I'm at my mechanic shop I had back then after a very long day putting brushes in the starter of a friend's car, his sole transportation to get to work the next day. Some starters have nice little clips and changing the brushes takes less time than it takes to type this. Some don't have the clips and trying to hold the brushes back and get the armature through them requires several more hands than I have. Naturally at the end of a rough day this starter didn't have the clips. The starter was hot, greasy, slippery, and had some sharp edges taking notches out of my hands and packing the cuts with grease. Finally, as they are wont to do since you have to pull on them to hold the brushes back, one of the electrical wires going to a brush broke. With malice aforethought I hummed the starter across my shop!

My friend was upset, "I can't lose my job. I have to get to work in the morning!"

I yelled, "Tough sh!t, I'm done with that starter!"

I let him sweat and whine a few minutes then went and grabbed a rebuilt one I'd known I had on the shelf when I decided to hum his and mess with his head.

Another time, I'm putting sheet metal on a boiler after it has been insulated. There is a concrete deck over my head and the heat is so bad that it literally takes your breath away. A quick measurement, cut sheet metal somewhere else, and then fight to get it up maybe 30 seconds at a time. The heat is much better after the sheet metal is up on one end of the boiler. My superintendent comes tell me that he neglected to mention to me that there had to be a series of small sight glass doors in the sheet metal I had just spent several days putting up. I ripped a little hammer I used with a spike on one end of the head out of my belt and started pounding holes in the sheet metal like a wild man, never saying a word. The Superintendent caught my arm. "Wait, wait, we can save this!

I looked at him totally calmly, "I know, I just needed some holes to put the nose of my snips through to start the cuts for the door openings." All of my wild assed hammering hadn't been quite as wild as it appeared. Freaked the supt out though!

My neighbor back in the mid-eighties was a lost in the sixties hippie. Nice guy, nice family, good friends. After we had lived in houses 20 feet apart for six months I come home to a stereo blasting next door. Make the fillings in my teeth rattle loud! Seems Happy Jack(that was how he was listed in the phone book!) seems he had just got his sound system out of hock. The music blared 24 hours a day for three days and I was starting to have second thoughts about how much I liked Jack.

The fourth day I came home to blessed silence, the system wasn't even on low. Happy Jack came knocking on my door, "come see". He led me into his back yard and showed me his equalizer for his sound system. Assorted bullet holes and a couple of shotgun blasts. "Damned thing didn't sound right. I shot it four times with my .38 but that didn't seem like enough so I got my shotgun."

"That should do it" I went back inside and took a nap.

Hu
 
three things:

about 12-15 years old, just missed hooking a bass in the creek by my house. jabbed a zebco 3366 rod down into the creekbed. rod lost. bass won.

about 29 years old. argument with wife(now ex-) something was definitely getting hurt that night. took a lew's speed stick and QUICK 220 spinning reel and devastated them. hmm, wasn't that about the time she threw her wedding ring in about the same place i threw the rod and reel? nobody won.

about50 years old. computer kept locking up(probably the old monitor) until one day it unhooked itself from the monitor, printer, etc and committed suicide. i saw it hit the sidewalk several times, parts bouncing, plastic shattering, sick pleasing noises. it never locked up again and my stress level improved quickly. i know some others who would love to throw their computers on the sidewalk or out the window and i have to say it was pretty gratifying to see, hear and experience having the upper hand over the evil electronic world for once.%B*@_(^%#@#@ i won.
 
Broke lots of house cues... so many that the owners started to collect $$$ from me when I walked into the room to play.. Mostly gambling matches and the owners were some of the ppl I gambled with.

I had a really bad temper in my 20s and early 30s. Alcohol played a big part of it, I am sure.

Got married, settled down, quit drinking (in bars playing pool anyway) and raised some kids. Still gambled, but , in a much more controlled manner. I started winning more than losing.

I was a jerk. I am sure of that. A drunk, angry Jerk. But I am over that now.
 
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