Crazest thing you have seen happen in a pool hall
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Paul "Miracle" Mil es
As many of you have read in my book, "The Green Felt JUngle", a weird guy from Canada named Paul " MIracle Miles" played an entire set of nine ball in a pool hall in Dothan, Alabama stark naked in front of many women present. He also regularly displayed "Mr. Snake" on many occassions regardless who was present or where he was at the time. 
As many of you have read in my book, "The Green Felt JUngle", a weird guy from Canada named Paul " MIracle Miles" played an entire set of nine ball in a pool hall in Dothan, Alabama stark naked in front of many women present. He also regularly displayed "Mr. Snake" on many occassions regardless who was present or where he was at the time. In our BCA pool league a few months ago, we played at a real seedy bar on the wrong side of town.
Our ace was sitting there, looks at a drunk walking out of the bathroom. The guy stops & looks back & says something.
We were 1 game away from being done for the night. Next thing I know, this drunk & two Mexicans were surrounding him, cussing him out, & started eyeballing me. I guess (our ace) threw out some comment about handing out condoms, when he was up at the bar. One of the Mexicans said for him to get the !%#$! out of there & take his "brothers" with him.
When we were done, we hightailed it to our cars. Then, I realized I forgot my pool stick/case in there!!! Luckily, there was rear door....was able to slip in unnoticed, grab it, & get out of there.
Our ace was sitting there, looks at a drunk walking out of the bathroom. The guy stops & looks back & says something.
We were 1 game away from being done for the night. Next thing I know, this drunk & two Mexicans were surrounding him, cussing him out, & started eyeballing me. I guess (our ace) threw out some comment about handing out condoms, when he was up at the bar. One of the Mexicans said for him to get the !%#$! out of there & take his "brothers" with him.
When we were done, we hightailed it to our cars. Then, I realized I forgot my pool stick/case in there!!! Luckily, there was rear door....was able to slip in unnoticed, grab it, & get out of there.
Wheres the DOE?
At our local pool hall (now closed) named Delta billiards it was a quiet afternoon in Edmonton, Alberta when in the back door bolted a female deer about mid size who caught the owner Randy and a couple of us patrons by surprise as it nonchalauntly made its way behing the back counter bar and proceed to look like she was about to pour some drinks. After a some whooping and lauughing it took about 15 minutes too coerce the fair lady out the front door and back out into the bright lights of the big city. Even got an article printed in the papers about he incident. Too funny and certainly not something you see every day.
At our local pool hall (now closed) named Delta billiards it was a quiet afternoon in Edmonton, Alberta when in the back door bolted a female deer about mid size who caught the owner Randy and a couple of us patrons by surprise as it nonchalauntly made its way behing the back counter bar and proceed to look like she was about to pour some drinks. After a some whooping and lauughing it took about 15 minutes too coerce the fair lady out the front door and back out into the bright lights of the big city. Even got an article printed in the papers about he incident. Too funny and certainly not something you see every day.
Watched a lady have a full blown seizure on my APA night. The ambulance and two firetrucks came up there. Turns out seizures for this lady are not uncommon.
Yes, everything came out well and she is back on her team.
Yes, everything came out well and she is back on her team.
Louis Ulrich
New member
I don't know if this is the craziest, but it was kind of shocking to see. A guy carrying a balut (half developed fermented duck egg) gets into an argument with another guy over money owed. In the heat of the verbal battle, the guy with the egg hurls it at the other guy and it splatters all over him.
Last week, the big monster of a guy, looking tough and mean starts a conversation with me and asks met to play some pool. I can tell right away that the guy can't play and he knows that I can play a little. We drink a couple of beers while he tells me his story.
Just out of Texas prison for killing a guy.
He sees my disbelief (although he looks like a killer) and pulls his wallet. I thought he was going for a gun.
He takes out his ID card from the texas prison. He tells me how he bench presses 450 lbs and I don't doubt it as he is bigger than a refigerator and looks like he could do curls with one in each hand. Then he begins to tell me that he is going to pick up his Harley Davidson Iron Horse bike tomorrow and he paid cash for it along with the extra ten thousand or so that he spent on upgrades to the bike. Said the bike cost him right at 60,000.00. I figured he got some insurance money and went all in. I was wrong. He then tells me that his grandmother died and left the family 60 million dollars and he got 20 million. I tell him how happy I am for him and God bless his grandmother. He is staying at the local so-so motel next to the pool hall and plans on building a house in the New Orleans area. Do I know a good builder? Buttering me up further with, "you play real good man". I'm not laying down on the guy and am firing everything in the hole. I figure I'd best not gamble with him if the first half of his story is true and who knows if he appreciates my speed and straightforwardness, he might want to stake me against Harry Platis for mucho dinero, if the second part of his story is true. But by now I'm thinking this guy may be a pathological liar. In the meantime, I go to get us a beer and the bartender (girl) tells me the guy I am playing with is kind of strange because he was in the night before giving girls he didn't know, hundred dollar bills. Now I am wondering if I have just happen to be at the right place at the right time. The tush hog likes me because I'm not laying down on him and we're getting along just fine. He tells me if I have any trouble just to let him know. I told him I appreciate his generosity but I want be needing his services (with a smile). So now I'm wondering if his story is true but know it just can't be even with the hundred dollar bill giveaway story. I now am thinking that maybe the guy is a big time "businessman" with too much hot money on his hands and he is just spreading it around, playing the millionaire. He wants to play for a drink and he plays REAL hard but still can't get there but I can tell he really wanted to win but I wasn't going to let him win and beat him but make out like I forgot about the drink. He doesn't remind me of it and now I know he doesn't have the money he says he has. At least that's what I am thinking. So we part ways and I see him two days later and ask about his Iron Horse and he has another story of how it is taking so freaking long to do the upgrade. He told me what stuff he got on the bike and it sounded like he was creating another bike altogether. Anti-climatic, but I never see him again. There goes my easy money. The ups and downs of the pool business.
JoeyA
Just out of Texas prison for killing a guy.
He sees my disbelief (although he looks like a killer) and pulls his wallet. I thought he was going for a gun.
He takes out his ID card from the texas prison. He tells me how he bench presses 450 lbs and I don't doubt it as he is bigger than a refigerator and looks like he could do curls with one in each hand. Then he begins to tell me that he is going to pick up his Harley Davidson Iron Horse bike tomorrow and he paid cash for it along with the extra ten thousand or so that he spent on upgrades to the bike. Said the bike cost him right at 60,000.00. I figured he got some insurance money and went all in. I was wrong. He then tells me that his grandmother died and left the family 60 million dollars and he got 20 million. I tell him how happy I am for him and God bless his grandmother. He is staying at the local so-so motel next to the pool hall and plans on building a house in the New Orleans area. Do I know a good builder? Buttering me up further with, "you play real good man". I'm not laying down on the guy and am firing everything in the hole. I figure I'd best not gamble with him if the first half of his story is true and who knows if he appreciates my speed and straightforwardness, he might want to stake me against Harry Platis for mucho dinero, if the second part of his story is true. But by now I'm thinking this guy may be a pathological liar. In the meantime, I go to get us a beer and the bartender (girl) tells me the guy I am playing with is kind of strange because he was in the night before giving girls he didn't know, hundred dollar bills. Now I am wondering if I have just happen to be at the right place at the right time. The tush hog likes me because I'm not laying down on him and we're getting along just fine. He tells me if I have any trouble just to let him know.
I told him I appreciate his generosity but I want be needing his services (with a smile). So now I'm wondering if his story is true but know it just can't be even with the hundred dollar bill giveaway story. I now am thinking that maybe the guy is a big time "businessman" with too much hot money on his hands and he is just spreading it around, playing the millionaire. He wants to play for a drink and he plays REAL hard but still can't get there but I can tell he really wanted to win but I wasn't going to let him win and beat him but make out like I forgot about the drink. He doesn't remind me of it and now I know he doesn't have the money he says he has. At least that's what I am thinking. So we part ways and I see him two days later and ask about his Iron Horse and he has another story of how it is taking so freaking long to do the upgrade. He told me what stuff he got on the bike and it sounded like he was creating another bike altogether. Anti-climatic, but I never see him again. There goes my easy money. The ups and downs of the pool business. JoeyA
when i was still in high school I had just been introduced into a cafe with pool tables. The place was pretty clean and nobody got into trouble they let a high school kid do their homework sitting at the bar. only during afternoons once the night customers came it was a different story.
me being curious I talk to most of the regular staff there. and im talking to one of the muscle guys because theyre comic book villian looking. then all of a sudden we hear a rumbling. This wasnt your I dropped a case of glasses rumble. It was more like a somebody fell down a flight of stairs rumble. so we go check it out. the service entrance to the back room had some people delivering equipment and one of their staff was lying at the bottom of the stairs with equipment scattered along the steps. then we see the rest of this guys staff just pick him up put him in a van and continue their job. I never even saw the guy pick himself up.
This guys staff walks up to muscles and tells him the guy's ok he was just trying to lift something way to heavy for him. And asks muscles if he could assist with the rest of the equipment. It was as if nothing had happened. Still I am not sure what happen that afternoon.
me being curious I talk to most of the regular staff there. and im talking to one of the muscle guys because theyre comic book villian looking. then all of a sudden we hear a rumbling. This wasnt your I dropped a case of glasses rumble. It was more like a somebody fell down a flight of stairs rumble. so we go check it out. the service entrance to the back room had some people delivering equipment and one of their staff was lying at the bottom of the stairs with equipment scattered along the steps. then we see the rest of this guys staff just pick him up put him in a van and continue their job. I never even saw the guy pick himself up.
This guys staff walks up to muscles and tells him the guy's ok he was just trying to lift something way to heavy for him. And asks muscles if he could assist with the rest of the equipment. It was as if nothing had happened. Still I am not sure what happen that afternoon.
PoolSleuth
Banned
Mr. Wilson said:
What is Duncan Bridge Auto ???????
I am guessing that is the place that the guy works. He probably got online on his work computer and Mr. Wilson did a "whois" on his I.P. Address.
i eat balut and I have a taough time cracking the shell open sometimes. And I use to egg locations during special events and I prefer getting hit by a hard boiled egg (balut) no need to mention you can identify body parts of the developing animal.
the egging would only take place on locations that we liked.
egging locations meant we were the people that prepared the balut and delivered it to the gathering.
the egging would only take place on locations that we liked.
egging locations meant we were the people that prepared the balut and delivered it to the gathering.
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Gypsies
Every night at around midnight about 20 Gypsies had a one handed 9 ball game on a snooker table. They could really shoot one handed and they played for big bucks. This snooker table was in a huge window at street level. Every night I walked my dog around there to watch the game through the window. On this particular night my dog and I were standing in the street watching the game when all of a sudden a raw egg came flying past my head and splattered all over the windopw. It just so happened that it hit at exactly the moment that one of the Gypsies was letting loose a shot and of course he missed. The next thing I knew there were 20 Gypsies surrounding me on the street totally pissed and wanting to kill me. My dog was going nuts and I was trying to explain to them that I was completely innocent and that some jerk threw the egg at me from a car, missed and hit the window. They weren't buying that and I really thought my goose was cooked but the night manager who was usually fast asleep at this hour heard all the commotion outside and came out to see what was going on. He then told these crazed guys that I really was OK and he saved my butt for which I am eternally grateful. That happened about 15 years ago. There is a young Gypsy kid that comes to the room that I play in now and he remembered that incident. Small world.
Every night at around midnight about 20 Gypsies had a one handed 9 ball game on a snooker table. They could really shoot one handed and they played for big bucks. This snooker table was in a huge window at street level. Every night I walked my dog around there to watch the game through the window. On this particular night my dog and I were standing in the street watching the game when all of a sudden a raw egg came flying past my head and splattered all over the windopw. It just so happened that it hit at exactly the moment that one of the Gypsies was letting loose a shot and of course he missed. The next thing I knew there were 20 Gypsies surrounding me on the street totally pissed and wanting to kill me. My dog was going nuts and I was trying to explain to them that I was completely innocent and that some jerk threw the egg at me from a car, missed and hit the window. They weren't buying that and I really thought my goose was cooked but the night manager who was usually fast asleep at this hour heard all the commotion outside and came out to see what was going on. He then told these crazed guys that I really was OK and he saved my butt for which I am eternally grateful. That happened about 15 years ago. There is a young Gypsy kid that comes to the room that I play in now and he remembered that incident. Small world.
oldstinkyguy
Registered
strippers
probably the best show i've seen in a poolhall I walked in a poolhall in sharonville ohio and these two strippers were playing air hockey on their night off, with about twelve guys betting on the side. the action ended up being like a hundred a game and some clothes,fortunately they were pretty evenly matched so way more clothes than money were lost . I think one girl ended up in just her socks but like two hundered winner
probably the best show i've seen in a poolhall I walked in a poolhall in sharonville ohio and these two strippers were playing air hockey on their night off, with about twelve guys betting on the side. the action ended up being like a hundred a game and some clothes,fortunately they were pretty evenly matched so way more clothes than money were lost . I think one girl ended up in just her socks but like two hundered winner
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About four years ago I was up late at the local PH and was warming up for a big tournament the following day. I knew it was past my bedtime when about a dozen gang members walked in. The place was pretty empty, only a half asleep bartender, myself, and people playing darts up front.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see them all facing the table I was at. I pretended not to see them. I heard them talking amongst themselves, and before I knew it, a voice behind my ear said "gimme all your money, holmes" as I was down on my shot.
That night I happened to be carrying alot of cash on me, and I was wearing a platinum wrist chain and a $2300 watch. My cue and case alone were worth about $5,000 total. I stood up from my shot and found myself staring at this bald-headed cholo, with tattoes running up his neck onto his bald head. There were like 5 different names of girls tattoed on him. Each of them crossed out except for the last one, Angelina.
I looked down and saw a black pistol hanging out of his belt. His friends gathered around me in a very menacing fashion. My heart started pounding, I knew that I had to give up everything or probably end up dead. I reached behind me for my back pocket to grab my wallet when....yes!! My arm brushed against something I had tucked in my waist behind my belt. My nunchucks! Without thinking, I grabbed the handle, and in a lightning flash, I had knocked one of the guys unconcious.
Before I knew it, I was taking on five guys at the same time. CRACK! THWAP!! Knives were deflected, guns smacked out of their hands, they toppled over one another trying to get at me, only to be greeted by the business end of my black wooden nunchucks. I managed to get their leader in a choke with my nunchucks, and they all charged me. I was struck several times and let loose my stranglehold. After taking several more hits, I started to go down. I knew this was the end. The noise started to dull around me, and things started to go black.
I lost conciousness before I saw a bearded man in a white gi with a black belt enter the room. I awoke seconds later and saw all of the gang members laying on the floor, badly beaten. A hand reached out to me. I grabbed it, and was lifted to my feet. It was Chuck Norris. He is also the greatest pool player who ever lived, so it is not uncommon for him to visit a poolhall if he is in town. He didn't say a word, he just smiled and gave me the thumbs-up sign. He signed my nunchucks, and left. True story I swear.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see them all facing the table I was at. I pretended not to see them. I heard them talking amongst themselves, and before I knew it, a voice behind my ear said "gimme all your money, holmes" as I was down on my shot.
That night I happened to be carrying alot of cash on me, and I was wearing a platinum wrist chain and a $2300 watch. My cue and case alone were worth about $5,000 total. I stood up from my shot and found myself staring at this bald-headed cholo, with tattoes running up his neck onto his bald head. There were like 5 different names of girls tattoed on him. Each of them crossed out except for the last one, Angelina.
I looked down and saw a black pistol hanging out of his belt. His friends gathered around me in a very menacing fashion. My heart started pounding, I knew that I had to give up everything or probably end up dead. I reached behind me for my back pocket to grab my wallet when....yes!! My arm brushed against something I had tucked in my waist behind my belt. My nunchucks! Without thinking, I grabbed the handle, and in a lightning flash, I had knocked one of the guys unconcious.
Before I knew it, I was taking on five guys at the same time. CRACK! THWAP!! Knives were deflected, guns smacked out of their hands, they toppled over one another trying to get at me, only to be greeted by the business end of my black wooden nunchucks. I managed to get their leader in a choke with my nunchucks, and they all charged me. I was struck several times and let loose my stranglehold. After taking several more hits, I started to go down. I knew this was the end. The noise started to dull around me, and things started to go black.
I lost conciousness before I saw a bearded man in a white gi with a black belt enter the room. I awoke seconds later and saw all of the gang members laying on the floor, badly beaten. A hand reached out to me. I grabbed it, and was lifted to my feet. It was Chuck Norris. He is also the greatest pool player who ever lived, so it is not uncommon for him to visit a poolhall if he is in town. He didn't say a word, he just smiled and gave me the thumbs-up sign. He signed my nunchucks, and left. True story I swear.
The Balut
The Balut is a fertalized chicken or duck egg that is traditionally buried and the chick developes and then the whole thing sort of rots for a while until it is eaten.....One of the most disgusting "delicacies" I've ever encountered. Right up there with Kim Chi and Limburger cheese....
McCue Banger McCue
The Balut is a fertalized chicken or duck egg that is traditionally buried and the chick developes and then the whole thing sort of rots for a while until it is eaten.....One of the most disgusting "delicacies" I've ever encountered. Right up there with Kim Chi and Limburger cheese....
McCue Banger McCue