Last night at my APA legue night..i saw the dumbest thing happen..I was done with my match..i won ..yeahh.. but i was on the practice table just messing around..i happen to be looking on the other side of the pool hall were people who are not apa players play at..two guy are arguing and then all of a sudden on guy pops the other guy in the mouth...and i mean a good shot ..the guy that gets poped mouth just starts dripping blood..some people in the pool hall go over and keep them apart..the guy who got hit is mad a hell and call the guy who hit him a name..the guy who threw the shot..says "You know where i live" all this started of a little shove..wait it get better!! I ask someone who went over to break it up...man what was that all about...he says man i dont know but who would have guessed two brothers would be fighting in a pool hall. with a look on my face.."BROTHERS" .. i could not believe it. They had been drinking and one brother pushed the other..and the classic "push me again and see what happens" was said... I have two brothers of my own and we never got into a fight with one another..but no brothers should get into a fight in a public place...in mom's front yard maybe but not a pool hall
Crazest thing you have seen happen in a pool hall
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There was a massive brawl at Broken Rack billiards in Emeryville, CA a couple months ago. Asians against Middle Easterners in a violent melee that had blood all over the place, girls crying, large police response.
One guy got hit so hard with a pool cue the cue broke closer to the butt end than the tip. Tournement was cancelled. I wasn't there but my friend plays there every tuesday for the USPPA tournement. He asked a cop if that was the worst fight he'd seen there. The cop said that there was a fight outside one time where a guy died after getting hit and then cracked his head on the pavement.
Its actually an upscale pool hall, not some seedy ghetto joint. Hard to predict stuff like that happening.
One guy got hit so hard with a pool cue the cue broke closer to the butt end than the tip. Tournement was cancelled. I wasn't there but my friend plays there every tuesday for the USPPA tournement. He asked a cop if that was the worst fight he'd seen there. The cop said that there was a fight outside one time where a guy died after getting hit and then cracked his head on the pavement.
Its actually an upscale pool hall, not some seedy ghetto joint. Hard to predict stuff like that happening.
I'm pretty cautious as to what comes out of my mouth in a pool hall. Some guys I look at and can't believe they're still walking.
I witnessed a bouncer at my old haunt throw a 200 + pound man like a toy.
The perp was drunk and harrassing the waitresses. Very beligerent.
Bouncer, Damen, 6' 6'?? 250#...or more... body builder type tries to get the guy under control. All was going pretty well until they get into the foyer area and the drunk freaks out.
Damen grabs this guy by the back of his collar and the back of his jeans and throws him ( spinning like a frisbee ) though the double swinging doors.
Blows out both doors and the pole between them and the drunk literally flies out into the parking lot.
Lots of fights, but I though that was pretty spectacular
The perp was drunk and harrassing the waitresses. Very beligerent.
Bouncer, Damen, 6' 6'?? 250#...or more... body builder type tries to get the guy under control. All was going pretty well until they get into the foyer area and the drunk freaks out.
Damen grabs this guy by the back of his collar and the back of his jeans and throws him ( spinning like a frisbee ) though the double swinging doors.
Blows out both doors and the pole between them and the drunk literally flies out into the parking lot.
Lots of fights, but I though that was pretty spectacular
A few weeks ago, two guys playing one pocket, 500/set. They split the first two sets. At the start of the third set, one guy gets mad that they are going to flip for the break in the third set, even though they had flipped for break in the previous two sets. It turned into everything but a fist fight, but I never thought I would see anyone arguing over something like that....
Not fighting but the craziest stuff I've seen in the pool room has to do with gambling and women.
Saw people flipping for $1k. The two guys flipping got into an argument over who had more money. So they decide to bet on whose got the larger bankroll, winner take all. One guys pulls out a monster knot. Other guy follows suit. First guy then pulls out another horse choker and the second guy does the same. Got to be 20k easy sitting there on the table. First guy goes down and pulls out another knot from some wallet strapped to his calf. Second guy pulls out a wallet strapped to his waist under his shirt and before he can open it, the first guy says....Why dont we just bet $1k on whose got more ok? Second guy readily agreed at this point. (first guy won the bet btw)
Was in Shooters Billiards in Jacksonville in 1992 when these two gals come in the room. Hot hot girls. They come in asking if anyone can spot them some money as they were driving down to Daytona for spring break and had run out of money. One guy at the bar says, hey I know what you can do to make money...Like 15 guys were in and out of the room that night. It was hilarious watching this as everytime one of the girls would walk back and high five her friend. The two left with like 500 or so. That same week I wandered into Harleys Rack and Cue and when I walked in this couple was sitting up at the counter. The girl was completely eye****ing me which I thought was odd since her husband/boyfriend was also eyeballing me. After about a few mins of this the girl says to the guy..naw hes too young and they both immediately get up and walk out the door. The door hits close and like 4 people start laughing their asses off. I was like WTF? They then told me that the couple had been in Harleys looking for a threesome and were asking around as to who might be interested. The whole time I was at the front, pretty much the whole pool hall rail was sweating this new action.
Saw people flipping for $1k. The two guys flipping got into an argument over who had more money. So they decide to bet on whose got the larger bankroll, winner take all. One guys pulls out a monster knot. Other guy follows suit. First guy then pulls out another horse choker and the second guy does the same. Got to be 20k easy sitting there on the table. First guy goes down and pulls out another knot from some wallet strapped to his calf. Second guy pulls out a wallet strapped to his waist under his shirt and before he can open it, the first guy says....Why dont we just bet $1k on whose got more ok? Second guy readily agreed at this point. (first guy won the bet btw)
Was in Shooters Billiards in Jacksonville in 1992 when these two gals come in the room. Hot hot girls. They come in asking if anyone can spot them some money as they were driving down to Daytona for spring break and had run out of money. One guy at the bar says, hey I know what you can do to make money...Like 15 guys were in and out of the room that night. It was hilarious watching this as everytime one of the girls would walk back and high five her friend. The two left with like 500 or so. That same week I wandered into Harleys Rack and Cue and when I walked in this couple was sitting up at the counter. The girl was completely eye****ing me which I thought was odd since her husband/boyfriend was also eyeballing me. After about a few mins of this the girl says to the guy..naw hes too young and they both immediately get up and walk out the door. The door hits close and like 4 people start laughing their asses off. I was like WTF? They then told me that the couple had been in Harleys looking for a threesome and were asking around as to who might be interested. The whole time I was at the front, pretty much the whole pool hall rail was sweating this new action.
Crazy!!!
I was in Big Spring, TX a few weeks ago and went to Pick Pocket billiards on 3rd. St. just to scout the action. I walk in and sit at the bar and theres this guy with head phones on and he starts telling me how he loves to fight etc.. He then ask me for a smoke and I told him it was my last one and Im not from here therefor I dont want to stray to far away from the poolhall. He complemints me for telling him no (this guy was crazy). He also tells us he was just released from prison and he was using his bus ticket to get home to Corpus but he had been kicked off of Greyhound. The guy also shows us that he just shot up yadayada, then he pulls out this razor blade and tells the bartender "feel how sharp this is" the bartender sticks his arm out and the guy cuts it with the razor blade....I couldnt believe I been in town for 15 min and this has happened. Needless to say the guy eventually left and I knocked some around with a local kid for cheap. All of his friends watching, I layed a beutiful lemmon, hopefully when I return Ill pick up a few gallons of lemmonade!!!
I was in Big Spring, TX a few weeks ago and went to Pick Pocket billiards on 3rd. St. just to scout the action. I walk in and sit at the bar and theres this guy with head phones on and he starts telling me how he loves to fight etc.. He then ask me for a smoke and I told him it was my last one and Im not from here therefor I dont want to stray to far away from the poolhall. He complemints me for telling him no (this guy was crazy). He also tells us he was just released from prison and he was using his bus ticket to get home to Corpus but he had been kicked off of Greyhound. The guy also shows us that he just shot up yadayada, then he pulls out this razor blade and tells the bartender "feel how sharp this is" the bartender sticks his arm out and the guy cuts it with the razor blade....I couldnt believe I been in town for 15 min and this has happened. Needless to say the guy eventually left and I knocked some around with a local kid for cheap. All of his friends watching, I layed a beutiful lemmon, hopefully when I return Ill pick up a few gallons of lemmonade!!!
One time in my home town of Fort Myers.. in a pool hall named 8Ball.. i saw something funny happen:
This really drunk lady was walking around the floor, and was being extra friendly like drunk women sometimes are. Well the guy she was trying to talk to was just trying to play his game. Moving on, the drunk ladys boyfriend was watching this fraternizing, and got the wrong notion. Well the guy who was playing, went to the bar to get a drink, and the girls boyfriend followed him up there... with ball in hand, i mean he literally had a cueball in his hand, and punched him right in the mouth with the cueball gripped in his fist.
I thought that was pretty wild, but ive seen so many fights in that joint, even dodged a few myself, but thats about the best one that comes to my mind. Im young and still have many more days left in the pool halls, so hopefully ill build some more stories in the next years. I just dont want to become one
This really drunk lady was walking around the floor, and was being extra friendly like drunk women sometimes are. Well the guy she was trying to talk to was just trying to play his game. Moving on, the drunk ladys boyfriend was watching this fraternizing, and got the wrong notion. Well the guy who was playing, went to the bar to get a drink, and the girls boyfriend followed him up there... with ball in hand, i mean he literally had a cueball in his hand, and punched him right in the mouth with the cueball gripped in his fist.
I thought that was pretty wild, but ive seen so many fights in that joint, even dodged a few myself, but thats about the best one that comes to my mind. Im young and still have many more days left in the pool halls, so hopefully ill build some more stories in the next years. I just dont want to become one
Not Brothers-just Friends
I was spending the afternoon in a local beer bar 30 years ago. Two cowboys came in and starting drinking 'buds' while romancing the barmaid. The barmaid kept them interested for 5-6 hours while they continued to get drunker. At some point they started to argue about who the barmaid liked the most. So, thet started to fight. They wrestled and threw punches as best they could, rolled over the 7 footer onto the floor, bashed into the juke box and cigarette machine, knocked over bar stools and spilled beers, finally one of them grabbed a bottle off the bar and broke it over his buddy's head.
Fight over.
He went to the bar, paid their tab and proceeded to gather up his friend off the floor, put him over his shoulder, carried him outside and deposited him in the back of an old pickup truck and waved as he drove off.
We talked about it for weeks.
I was spending the afternoon in a local beer bar 30 years ago. Two cowboys came in and starting drinking 'buds' while romancing the barmaid. The barmaid kept them interested for 5-6 hours while they continued to get drunker. At some point they started to argue about who the barmaid liked the most. So, thet started to fight. They wrestled and threw punches as best they could, rolled over the 7 footer onto the floor, bashed into the juke box and cigarette machine, knocked over bar stools and spilled beers, finally one of them grabbed a bottle off the bar and broke it over his buddy's head.
Fight over.
He went to the bar, paid their tab and proceeded to gather up his friend off the floor, put him over his shoulder, carried him outside and deposited him in the back of an old pickup truck and waved as he drove off.
We talked about it for weeks.
saw some folks come in one night, kept to themselves for the most part. This girl that was with them puts a bag under a table and then she leaves out the back door on a motocycle. The cops were coming in the front door at the time, one of the cops picks up the bag and takes it outside. He opens it and finds a fully loaded Mac 10, and is waving it around asking who in the f@ck the mac 10 belongs to.
Same place there was often head being given out front. Was a nice little place, kinda miss it actually. This was all back in the 80's/early 90's when I was still a teenager. Lots of nutty things happened there, heck I had a guy come down with a shotgun looking for me after I beat him out of 400 and his cue playing cards one night. Got a little drunk and wanted it back. Still friends with him though which is even stranger *lol*.
Same place there was often head being given out front. Was a nice little place, kinda miss it actually. This was all back in the 80's/early 90's when I was still a teenager. Lots of nutty things happened there, heck I had a guy come down with a shotgun looking for me after I beat him out of 400 and his cue playing cards one night. Got a little drunk and wanted it back. Still friends with him though which is even stranger *lol*.
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Let's see, on a personal note i could tell you about the crazy indian who cold cocked me and got his ass kicked a week later, in the most intense fight I ever saw. Or when one of the Brimage boys broke a bottle over the head of a black lineman for Bakersfield College, and the lynch mob that visited my pool room shortly thereafter. Or one of my favorites is the heroin addict that had just escaped from prison and ended up passed out in my pool room.
These are some of my highlights from six years at the Cue Ball Recreation in Bakersfield. I left out my Hells Angels and Gypsy Jokers stories. The most shocking thing was this guy named Desi, who used to hang at the Cue Ball and occasionally shoot a game or two. He was a good looking Mexican, who was rumored to deal in drugs. Don't ask, don't tell was my policy. We became quite friendly though and one day he tells me he has some good shit and why don't we go for a ride. So off we go in my '69 Gran Prix, cruising out into the country and he lights up a joint laced with PCP.
I'm fried and flying high, and have the experience of driving my car from a perch 40 feet in the air. Finally I make it back to the poolroom and Desi takes off. A guy comes in shortly after and asks if I've seen Desi. He seems pissed about something, so I tell him Desi isn't around. That night I hear that Desi was in a local bar and the same guy came in and shot him with a .45, through the heart. Desi supposedly ripped him off for a load of PCP. They said Desi never said a word, just stood up, took a couple of steps and fell down dead.
I was in shock for about a month after that, wondering what would have happened if the guy caught up with Desi, when I was with him.
These are some of my highlights from six years at the Cue Ball Recreation in Bakersfield. I left out my Hells Angels and Gypsy Jokers stories. The most shocking thing was this guy named Desi, who used to hang at the Cue Ball and occasionally shoot a game or two. He was a good looking Mexican, who was rumored to deal in drugs. Don't ask, don't tell was my policy. We became quite friendly though and one day he tells me he has some good shit and why don't we go for a ride. So off we go in my '69 Gran Prix, cruising out into the country and he lights up a joint laced with PCP.
I'm fried and flying high, and have the experience of driving my car from a perch 40 feet in the air. Finally I make it back to the poolroom and Desi takes off. A guy comes in shortly after and asks if I've seen Desi. He seems pissed about something, so I tell him Desi isn't around. That night I hear that Desi was in a local bar and the same guy came in and shot him with a .45, through the heart. Desi supposedly ripped him off for a load of PCP. They said Desi never said a word, just stood up, took a couple of steps and fell down dead.
I was in shock for about a month after that, wondering what would have happened if the guy caught up with Desi, when I was with him.
As I was walking out of a bar about 12 years ago and I saw a guy holding a girls head by her hair with one hand and slapping her around with the other.
I grabbed the guys arm and at that moment the girl looks directly at me and says "Mind your own business". Go figure..
I grabbed the guys arm and at that moment the girl looks directly at me and says "Mind your own business". Go figure..
These are some crazy stories! I got one too
About 7 years ago I showed up at my then regular pool hall with my friend. I Just parked the car and was walking on the sidewalk from thier parking lot towards the front door. I was about 50 ft away when a very wide guy with a BUTCHER KNIFE came running out of the pool hall straight towards us! We nonchalantly stepped off the sidewalk and on to the street as he shot passed us and into the parking lot. A few moments later a green civic came screaming out of the parking lot with about 20 knife size holes in the trunk and its back window absolutely shattered. Two girls in the back seat were screaming bloody murder and the driver looked like he shit his pants. All I was able to find out later was that the wide guy got the knife from the kitchen.
Asgar
About 7 years ago I showed up at my then regular pool hall with my friend. I Just parked the car and was walking on the sidewalk from thier parking lot towards the front door. I was about 50 ft away when a very wide guy with a BUTCHER KNIFE came running out of the pool hall straight towards us! We nonchalantly stepped off the sidewalk and on to the street as he shot passed us and into the parking lot. A few moments later a green civic came screaming out of the parking lot with about 20 knife size holes in the trunk and its back window absolutely shattered. Two girls in the back seat were screaming bloody murder and the driver looked like he shit his pants. All I was able to find out later was that the wide guy got the knife from the kitchen.
Asgar
can't remember anything strange in a pool hall
After a decade or three everything that happens in a pool hall seems pretty normal. Things did get interesting in some of the biker bars and such with pool tables though.
Shootings, knifings, and the run of the mill stuff aside, one night in late November or early December I was in a low dive topless bar on Airline Highway that had pool tables that usually had some small action going pretty much anytime.
In comes these little old ladies with their salvation army kettles and dressed appropriately to be in front of a shopping center complete with the salvation army hats. They went around to all of the tables and the people on the bar stools collecting and then toodled on out of there. It was late night and I had drank a beer or six or seven but I was still wondering if somebody had slipped something in my beer!
Hu
After a decade or three everything that happens in a pool hall seems pretty normal. Things did get interesting in some of the biker bars and such with pool tables though.
Shootings, knifings, and the run of the mill stuff aside, one night in late November or early December I was in a low dive topless bar on Airline Highway that had pool tables that usually had some small action going pretty much anytime.
In comes these little old ladies with their salvation army kettles and dressed appropriately to be in front of a shopping center complete with the salvation army hats. They went around to all of the tables and the people on the bar stools collecting and then toodled on out of there. It was late night and I had drank a beer or six or seven but I was still wondering if somebody had slipped something in my beer!
Hu
i saw a couple of teens playing soccer in a pool hall recently!guess what..the ball even landed on the tbl 
TommyWelborn
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funny story
We were walking into the pool hall one night around 7 o' clock, it was still light outside, and a nun was standing outside. Apparently she was peddling cookies for some charity. Well, anyway, a local guy who had been drinking all day from tailgaiting for the college football game walked outside as we were walking in. He stumbles past us and goes straight up to the nun. He was a pretty cool guy, but always got just absolutely obliterated on game days. We were expecting him to say something of nonsense and humor to the lady, but before we knew what happened he just hauled off and hit her right in the grill! He stumbled backwards and nearly fell himself. The nun struggled to her feet only to catch another roundhouse from this drunk guy who had crow hopped from 6 or 7 feet to hit her again. Well, by now the lady is almost unconscious and is barely moving. The guy wobbles over to her and picks her up by the collar. He looks right at her and with his eyes almost closed says " Not so ****ing tough now, are you Batman? " . He got in his car, or somebodys car, plowed over the bushes in the front of the parking lot and left. Never saw that guy around again.
We were walking into the pool hall one night around 7 o' clock, it was still light outside, and a nun was standing outside. Apparently she was peddling cookies for some charity. Well, anyway, a local guy who had been drinking all day from tailgaiting for the college football game walked outside as we were walking in. He stumbles past us and goes straight up to the nun. He was a pretty cool guy, but always got just absolutely obliterated on game days. We were expecting him to say something of nonsense and humor to the lady, but before we knew what happened he just hauled off and hit her right in the grill! He stumbled backwards and nearly fell himself. The nun struggled to her feet only to catch another roundhouse from this drunk guy who had crow hopped from 6 or 7 feet to hit her again. Well, by now the lady is almost unconscious and is barely moving. The guy wobbles over to her and picks her up by the collar. He looks right at her and with his eyes almost closed says " Not so ****ing tough now, are you Batman? " . He got in his car, or somebodys car, plowed over the bushes in the front of the parking lot and left. Never saw that guy around again.
this is not pool related but....
i have two scary moment stories from my days playing in a band.the one is scarier but to long.
it's the late 80's.we're opening up for wrathchild at a place called swizzles in york,pa.
we get there unload and ask around for a place to eat.everyone says try the italian place across the street.
so we walks over,get ready to climb the stairs and this long train of italia-american men come barreling out of the place with bats, and hockey sticks in hand.they're yelling about someone hitting their sister.
the whole place is empty.nobody to serve us.6-7 long haired dudes,starving with pizza,strombolis, and calzones lying around.
we're like should we help ourselves?are they coming back?should we just wait?
as we ponder our next move we hear the train running past the restraunt, going the opposite direction yelling he's gotta gun,he's gotta gun!
we decided to eat elsewhere.
i have two scary moment stories from my days playing in a band.the one is scarier but to long.
it's the late 80's.we're opening up for wrathchild at a place called swizzles in york,pa.
we get there unload and ask around for a place to eat.everyone says try the italian place across the street.
so we walks over,get ready to climb the stairs and this long train of italia-american men come barreling out of the place with bats, and hockey sticks in hand.they're yelling about someone hitting their sister.
the whole place is empty.nobody to serve us.6-7 long haired dudes,starving with pizza,strombolis, and calzones lying around.
we're like should we help ourselves?are they coming back?should we just wait?
as we ponder our next move we hear the train running past the restraunt, going the opposite direction yelling he's gotta gun,he's gotta gun!
we decided to eat elsewhere.
Well a few years back these 2 older looking well dressed gentlemen come walking into the pool hall with 2 young ladues that you would swear were their daughters. They get 2 tables and start to play. the 1st women was dressed in a sheer pink top with no bra. that was georgous enough. but then the other lady in the short skirt decided to play ever shot where she had to bend abd stretch over the table with her legs opened wide as all get out. you guessed it. No panties. what a show these 2 lovelies put on for the locals. the owner could not figure out why all the men quit playing and suddenly lines the rail to watch them.................................mike