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It's not bad advice but what of it?
He's saying nothing matters, just live your life and do you. IMO.
C. J. is on the mark with remarks, and the movie THE STING Paul Newman & Robert Redfored is a classic con, hustle, and take the greedy guys money. Robert Shaw Character was looking to be the guy who beat the system betting on the pony’s, and make a killing. Had he not been greedy he would not have got stung.
I always laugh when people refer to Gambling on Pool, the question is are they Gambling, or trying to Hustle someone, to steal from them. Pretending to be an unskilled player, until the trap or hook the victim?
To me gambling is going to a Casino, the House is not afraid to put all their money on the Tables you could win on display. But every game from Slots, BlackJack, Poker, Roulette, Keno, or Baccarat, the house knows the odd. In the long run the house will always win, as they havre. more looser then winners.
They love posing photo of the guy or gal who won 50K on a Slot, they never post the photos of the thousand who lost $500.00 or more to the slots.
JMHO
I always laugh when people refer to Gambling on Pool, the question is are they Gambling, or trying to Hustle someone, to steal from them. Pretending to be an unskilled player, until the trap or hook the victim?
To me gambling is going to a Casino, the House is not afraid to put all their money on the Tables you could win on display. But every game from Slots, BlackJack, Poker, Roulette, Keno, or Baccarat, the house knows the odd. In the long run the house will always win, as they havre. more looser then winners.
They love posing photo of the guy or gal who won 50K on a Slot, they never post the photos of the thousand who lost $500.00 or more to the slots.
JMHO
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The downside is this renders people 'unuseful' to the manipulators and puts them at risk for general disposability.
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Everything in life is a game, everything in life is a con. People operate on all sides. And then you die and are forgotten. None of it means anything.
Is it anything like Poop Hall Junkies?
Everyone loves to hear how Hustles made money Hustling Pool n people, but no one want to be the person hustled.
Sort of a double standard is it not.
In life if somethings that seem too good to be true, best to believe they not, and don't be a victim of some slick talker, or conman.
Today with technology, email, and copy cat web sites, I am sure some or you also get emails proclaiming I won some price, gift card, or trip. I ignore, trash, as too many scams.
Sort of a double standard is it not.
In life if somethings that seem too good to be true, best to believe they not, and don't be a victim of some slick talker, or conman.
Today with technology, email, and copy cat web sites, I am sure some or you also get emails proclaiming I won some price, gift card, or trip. I ignore, trash, as too many scams.
I couldn't begin to tell just how many players do this exact SAME thing when on the road. I'm not naming names but i know a couple HOF'rs that used this old road tactic a LOT. As one old sage roadie told me, "Bill, we're not in church". Everybody is scheming on everybody else in the poolhall. If you're betting on two guys that just came in the 'hall you're not gonna like the outcome.
Not necessarily his backers but the railbirds. The rail used to be where all the money was. If the rail starts loading up on one player he's probably not going to win in the long run. I would never bet on the rail unless i knew one of the players well. People are greedy and it often costs them.
In the late 70's a couple of road players were in Tulsa for about a month. The better of the two would go out to the 'Strip', a long row of titty bars. He'd go in early, put on a show then a couple hrs later player B came in and they took the whole joint down. They went to a Denny's and whacked up the loot. The beer'd-up patrons had no clue what just happened, a seriously ballsy move in a Oklahoma strip joint.
We did something similar for years but it involved a lady friend as well. You get people invested real quick!!
No need to explain further.
I always learned something from every loss. Some pointed out glaring deficiencies, others minor screw ups, but always taught me something.
I knew this one road cat that had a 'girlfriend/accomplice' that was both a card counting BlkJk player AND a world-class short-change artist. That gal could GET THE DOUGH.
The way I played the hustle was just the early dance. Lifetime, both times when I was very young, early teens, I have hustled two people that were not trying to hustle me. Of the thousands who tried to hustle me, firetruck them!
Two players both think they are hustling in the early dance but the time comes when you both have to play pool and see who is best. As for the con's that were considerably different than hustles, I didn't get into that kind of stuff. I had a handful of opponents who wanted to dump their backer. Figured they were playing both ends against the middle, also figured they couldn't beat me or they wouldn't be trying to play both ends of things.
I was a hardcore fisherman for decades. When I laid a spread on a pool table I was just doing a little more fishing, nobody had to bite. When I laid a spread I laid it in front of the entire pool room or bar. Typically a dozen or two to one, me.
When on the road there is a room full of strangers. You know before you leave they are going to try to get the best around to play you. The hustle is one thing, the skill on the table another.
The cons where the players knew each other and the one with the money bet right on the rail always won was a different story and a dangerous one on the road.
When I first started playing there were a lot of con men around. They usually ended up shot or cut up bad. I settled for letting people come to me and let skill on the table settle things. Nobody had to play me but the points were my best friend and all of those near misses tempted people. Since I let them raise the bet nobody had to get bit.
A little risky but I used to buy my first beer or drink with a hundred dollar bill and stick the change in my t-shirt pocket, dripping out a bit! Many a nice barmaid warned me that such activity wasn't smart in the place and I did step careful when leaving but around town the money in my shirt pocket was pretty much my trademark for years. A friend I hadn't seen in a couple years sixty feet across a dark bar couldn't tell if it was me until he saw me doing my banking from a black t-shirt pocket.
People that hustled themselves usually couldn't get too mad at me! They got mad but usually at themselves or the situation more than getting mad enough to want to fight or cut on me.
Hu
Two players both think they are hustling in the early dance but the time comes when you both have to play pool and see who is best. As for the con's that were considerably different than hustles, I didn't get into that kind of stuff. I had a handful of opponents who wanted to dump their backer. Figured they were playing both ends against the middle, also figured they couldn't beat me or they wouldn't be trying to play both ends of things.
I was a hardcore fisherman for decades. When I laid a spread on a pool table I was just doing a little more fishing, nobody had to bite. When I laid a spread I laid it in front of the entire pool room or bar. Typically a dozen or two to one, me.
When on the road there is a room full of strangers. You know before you leave they are going to try to get the best around to play you. The hustle is one thing, the skill on the table another.
The cons where the players knew each other and the one with the money bet right on the rail always won was a different story and a dangerous one on the road.
When I first started playing there were a lot of con men around. They usually ended up shot or cut up bad. I settled for letting people come to me and let skill on the table settle things. Nobody had to play me but the points were my best friend and all of those near misses tempted people. Since I let them raise the bet nobody had to get bit.
A little risky but I used to buy my first beer or drink with a hundred dollar bill and stick the change in my t-shirt pocket, dripping out a bit! Many a nice barmaid warned me that such activity wasn't smart in the place and I did step careful when leaving but around town the money in my shirt pocket was pretty much my trademark for years. A friend I hadn't seen in a couple years sixty feet across a dark bar couldn't tell if it was me until he saw me doing my banking from a black t-shirt pocket.
People that hustled themselves usually couldn't get too mad at me! They got mad but usually at themselves or the situation more than getting mad enough to want to fight or cut on me.
Hu