Craziest thing you gambled for?
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bankshot76 said:
Back years ago when I was playing seriously, I had a guy stuck for around $350 playing 9 ball. We never posted our money in advance, so when all was done I find out the guy can't pay his debt. The guy's cue was basically worthless, his watch was a Timex, so I wouldn't take that either. Now I am kinda thinking about taking the guy's car keys until he gets my money, when he makes a suggestion. He grabbs the front of his face and pops out his left eye which was Glass, he says take my eye, and I will be back later to pay you. At first I thought, the dude must be joking, but then I figure that he will make good on the deal because he really needs his glass eye back, I mean those things are not cheap. So, I take the eye, and he tells me he will be back the next day to pay me. Well, at least 4 months pass and I still have not been paid, so I run into the guy in a bar, and he is really down and out. I mean the dude was so far down that he could not even afford a patch to cover the missing eye. So, I gave it back to him, dam thing had been rolling around in my case anyway, and it was kinda freaking me out.
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When my daughter graduated from college in 2003, she had either majored or minored in how to beat Daddy at pool. I always took her lightly. She beat me out of Beck concert tickets. Watch out in Seattle if she starts practicing again. She may surprise you.
reading the thread stirred some memories
I won a bunch of sticks and cases for awhile in the seventies and eighties, some folks didn't consider themselves done while they still had a stick. Led to some hard feelings because I would give them away or sell for whatever the bet had been or less. I rarely jacked the bet against a stick so this was very cheap sometimes. I had no use for a hinged stick so I didn't care who made it, it left cheap. I sometimes wonder what a few of those sticks were. A few watches and rings that went the same way as the sticks too.
I did win a car once, forgot all about it. I won and the guy handed me his keys. We went outside for him to show me which one. I took one look and handed him his keys back. It was that much of a pile of junk! He was a little offended and tried to talk me into taking it.
I won a pound of coke one night too. That was a lot of years of hard time on Angola Farm and after winning it I told the guy he could keep it or flush it but if he brought it anywhere near me I would hurt him bad.
I have seen a girl won a couple of times and once had a guy want to bet his wife for the night. Another time that winning would have made me the loser. I passed on that game.
Somebody has to wake up Smorg, pretty sure he has us all beat when it comes to odd bets.
Hu
I won a bunch of sticks and cases for awhile in the seventies and eighties, some folks didn't consider themselves done while they still had a stick. Led to some hard feelings because I would give them away or sell for whatever the bet had been or less. I rarely jacked the bet against a stick so this was very cheap sometimes. I had no use for a hinged stick so I didn't care who made it, it left cheap. I sometimes wonder what a few of those sticks were. A few watches and rings that went the same way as the sticks too.
I did win a car once, forgot all about it. I won and the guy handed me his keys. We went outside for him to show me which one. I took one look and handed him his keys back. It was that much of a pile of junk! He was a little offended and tried to talk me into taking it.
I won a pound of coke one night too. That was a lot of years of hard time on Angola Farm and after winning it I told the guy he could keep it or flush it but if he brought it anywhere near me I would hurt him bad.
I have seen a girl won a couple of times and once had a guy want to bet his wife for the night. Another time that winning would have made me the loser. I passed on that game.
Somebody has to wake up Smorg, pretty sure he has us all beat when it comes to odd bets.
Hu
JB Cases said:
I share your concers and feel your pain, back in 89 i opened a pet store(dont ask) after i fired the first employee I ever had about 2 weeks later 30% of my inventory was at a garage store, she stole about $3000 to $4000 wholesale cost of product, I knew somethig was going wrong for the last month she worked for me, big expensive things were disappearing daily. For that reason I will never be involved in a inventory based biz.
With all due respect for Smorgass Bored (hope you don't mind me posting this), the granddaddy of all gambling stories.
Originally posted by Smorg, and later re-posted by LFigueroa:
It was on my way home from New Orleans two weeks ago ......
<insert flashback music here>
I stopped at my brother's workplace and was talked into spending two
days at Spring Break assisting the young girls in their wet T-shirt
competitions and bikini contests. Man, I've still got it and so do they.
Anyway, it seems that brother lives ON THE BEACH (about 100' to the
surf) of the Gulf of Mexico in a beautiful 3 bedroom home will ALL the
amenities (I'd like to swap places with him- including significant
other).
He lives just east of Panama City in a little beach community
called St. Joe Beach. There is a place there (within crawling distance
of the house) called "Regan's Pub & Oyster Bar" Est. Nov.14th 2000
157,920 Oyster's Shucked (when the t-shirt was printed).
After a hard day of rubbing up against nubile young things in Panama
City we ended up at Regan's depleting their oyster stock and keeping the
'shucker' employed.
The bar area had a 4x8 pooltable and the proximity to the beach and the
breeze had it in the lower 50?. I had on my Planet 9-Ball jacket with
the BIG logo of a planet that looks like a 9-ball (duh).
All the localswanted to challenge my brother and I to some partners 8-ball and we obliged. We won every game for hours, no matter what rules they made up
along the way. We stopped to take a break and eat MORE oysters and one
of the players asked me what I 'did' in Tampa. I told him that I was a
professional pool player (my brother almost blew an oyster out of his
nose). This fellow named Jim-Bob wanted to play me heads up. I told him
that I'd play, but I wouldn't play cheap. He told me that he didn't care
WHAT we played for as he racked the balls and I prepared to break.
I'd told him that I was called Tampa Tubby and as I smashed the balls
I exclaimed that I was playing him for his 'Bob'. At first, he thought
that I was kidding, but as it dawned on him that I was serious he became
VERY nervous.
All activity stopped in the building as EVERYONE came to
sweat this game. The most serious game to ever take place in St. Joe
Beach,Fl. I got down to the eightball and Jim-Bob said that I had to
'bank it' AND we were also playing last pocket 8-ball. I'd made my last
ball in the side pocket and was in trouble with the way his balls were
laying on the table. When I asked if I could play the eight off of one
of his balls and he said yes, I kicked the eight from near the end rail
and off his ball into 'my' side pocket. GAME OVER. I'd won 'the Bob'.
Everyone laughed and cheered while now calling me "Tampa Tubby-Bob".
At the same time,everyone now called Jim-Bob simply JIM. Jim was
devasted. It was sinking in that he had lost his 'Bob' and he didn't
like it one little bit. People were now calling him 'Bobless' and his
boss (who was present) threatened to fire him and make him 'Jobless
Bobless'. He's been 'Bobbited'. He wanted a re-match. I said NO. I told
him that I would return in exactly one year and play him ONE GAME and an
opportunity to win his 'Bob' back.
I've spoken to my brother a few times since I've left St. Joe Beach
and he assures me NOONE has called him Jim-Bob since he lost and that
the word has spread up & down the beach.
They're planning a big 'special day' for next year and my return. I'm
thinking about breaking out my sling,walker, eye-patch, etc. to make it
REALLY exciting.
I know that I dance to beat of a different drum (at least I didn't
insist that he throw in a moon pie), but everyone seems to like it (so
far). I didn't get a BOP on the nose. Life is good. Does it get any
better than this ?
Tampa Tubby-Bob
Originally posted by Smorg, and later re-posted by LFigueroa:
It was on my way home from New Orleans two weeks ago ......
<insert flashback music here>
I stopped at my brother's workplace and was talked into spending two
days at Spring Break assisting the young girls in their wet T-shirt
competitions and bikini contests. Man, I've still got it and so do they.
Anyway, it seems that brother lives ON THE BEACH (about 100' to the
surf) of the Gulf of Mexico in a beautiful 3 bedroom home will ALL the
amenities (I'd like to swap places with him- including significant
other).
He lives just east of Panama City in a little beach community
called St. Joe Beach. There is a place there (within crawling distance
of the house) called "Regan's Pub & Oyster Bar" Est. Nov.14th 2000
157,920 Oyster's Shucked (when the t-shirt was printed).
After a hard day of rubbing up against nubile young things in Panama
City we ended up at Regan's depleting their oyster stock and keeping the
'shucker' employed.
The bar area had a 4x8 pooltable and the proximity to the beach and the
breeze had it in the lower 50?. I had on my Planet 9-Ball jacket with
the BIG logo of a planet that looks like a 9-ball (duh).
All the localswanted to challenge my brother and I to some partners 8-ball and we obliged. We won every game for hours, no matter what rules they made up
along the way. We stopped to take a break and eat MORE oysters and one
of the players asked me what I 'did' in Tampa. I told him that I was a
professional pool player (my brother almost blew an oyster out of his
nose). This fellow named Jim-Bob wanted to play me heads up. I told him
that I'd play, but I wouldn't play cheap. He told me that he didn't care
WHAT we played for as he racked the balls and I prepared to break.
I'd told him that I was called Tampa Tubby and as I smashed the balls
I exclaimed that I was playing him for his 'Bob'. At first, he thought
that I was kidding, but as it dawned on him that I was serious he became
VERY nervous.
All activity stopped in the building as EVERYONE came to
sweat this game. The most serious game to ever take place in St. Joe
Beach,Fl. I got down to the eightball and Jim-Bob said that I had to
'bank it' AND we were also playing last pocket 8-ball. I'd made my last
ball in the side pocket and was in trouble with the way his balls were
laying on the table. When I asked if I could play the eight off of one
of his balls and he said yes, I kicked the eight from near the end rail
and off his ball into 'my' side pocket. GAME OVER. I'd won 'the Bob'.
Everyone laughed and cheered while now calling me "Tampa Tubby-Bob".
At the same time,everyone now called Jim-Bob simply JIM. Jim was
devasted. It was sinking in that he had lost his 'Bob' and he didn't
like it one little bit. People were now calling him 'Bobless' and his
boss (who was present) threatened to fire him and make him 'Jobless
Bobless'. He's been 'Bobbited'. He wanted a re-match. I said NO. I told
him that I would return in exactly one year and play him ONE GAME and an
opportunity to win his 'Bob' back.
I've spoken to my brother a few times since I've left St. Joe Beach
and he assures me NOONE has called him Jim-Bob since he lost and that
the word has spread up & down the beach.
They're planning a big 'special day' for next year and my return. I'm
thinking about breaking out my sling,walker, eye-patch, etc. to make it
REALLY exciting.
I know that I dance to beat of a different drum (at least I didn't
insist that he throw in a moon pie), but everyone seems to like it (so
far). I didn't get a BOP on the nose. Life is good. Does it get any
better than this ?
Tampa Tubby-Bob
Ive won and lost cues, knives, brass knuckles and a few guns over the years. But the funniest one was a guy wanting to pay off an airbarrel bet with a crown royal bag full of drink chips that he had won from other patrons. I ended up taking the bag of chips and was happy to find out when I counted them that I came out about 4-5 times better than I should have.
Chuck
Chuck
ribdoner said:
Well, I didn't want to mention the time my friend and I were in low rent strip club in Louisville and a wannabe drug dealer/pimp tried to pay off his hundred dollar loss with girls and my friend settled for yellow pills - which the dealer had to send someone to go get and we waited and waited at this sleazy club to get a bunch of muscle relaxers.
I think my friend ended up throwing them away.
Well, I am in this bar (let's just call it a gentlemen's club) for my buddie's birthday. I am sitting near the pool table and this Hispanic fella is talking all kinds of trash to EVERY guy he is playing. The guy could run out if they were pretty; but, not if it's the least bit tough. So, I beat him outta $600 at $50 a game, then $100. He tells me he plays better on the big table and asked me if I'd ever played at Brass Tap. Well, this was my home court. "I know where it is, I think. We'll follow you." So, we get there and everyone is saying hello to me. Bad move.
$500 vs. his Chevrolet Beretta GT. He's out of cash after $200 more. I won on the hill. I was surrounded by eight guys watching at this point. I let him keep his car on a suggestion by a questionable guy who pointed at a different kind of Beretta, or is it Baretta?
$500 vs. his Chevrolet Beretta GT. He's out of cash after $200 more. I won on the hill. I was surrounded by eight guys watching at this point. I let him keep his car on a suggestion by a questionable guy who pointed at a different kind of Beretta, or is it Baretta?
I won a box of CDs one time. took them to the used cd store and got $2 for each...ended up being just under $1k.
Wanna play some?
Do you want to play some?
I have a couple of jobs I need done that all of the guys with the "will work for food" signs turn up their noses at even when I offer them good money. If you "win" the job maybe you would like it better.
Are you sure the pizza guy didn't dump the first time? :grin: :grin: :grin:
Hu
Klink said:
Do you want to play some?
I have a couple of jobs I need done that all of the guys with the "will work for food" signs turn up their noses at even when I offer them good money. If you "win" the job maybe you would like it better.
Are you sure the pizza guy didn't dump the first time? :grin: :grin: :grin:
Hu
JB Cases said:
AND... you could have another gambling story here, John -> http://forums.azbilliards.com/showthread.php?p=1527956#post1527956 :wink:
Eric
I just thought of another one. I was playing a guy in a bar and won a few hundred when he was out of money. He said he would be back soon. In about an hour he came in with a brand new TV in the box. He had bought it a few days earlier and had the receipt. He had tried to return it but the store was closed and he brought it to the bar. I gave him the amount of the receipt including the sales tax and we put the TV on the bar. In an hour I had that money as well. The next day I used his receipt and returned the TV to the store.bankshot76 said:
I used to play another sick guy who was a bad check artist. He would often pay off by going shopping for you. Everyone in the pool room had new tires, TV's, all kinds of stuff from playing this guy. This story has a very bad ending. The guy got arrested and was sentenced as a "Habitual offender", he got 30 years for what at the time was a $100.00 check his final offense. He was just a small sickly guy and we heard he was killed in prison a few years later. There are a lot of things that give me pause when I think back over the years I owned and hung in pool rooms. I guess you would run into this kind of stuff in a lot of places though, it doesn't have to be a pool room.
Threesome.
TImeshare time block.
Cosmetic surgery.
Not in that order . . . not in the same bet.
TImeshare time block.
Cosmetic surgery.
Not in that order . . . not in the same bet.
Here's my story....
I played some putz 8-ball last pocket for $500 in $5 casino chips from different casinos in Reno that were no longer in business and I put up $500 in cash. I was down 4 games in a race to 5 and do a miraculous comeback of winning the next 5 games (3 break/run). Now I have a rack of $5 chips. So that weekend my friend and I drove down to Reno to cash those chips in I was told that the other casinos no longer accept those chips. So I decided to just throw those chips in the trash can in the floor of the Eldorado Casino. A year later I find out that some casino chips are collectible and some can be sold for more than 10x that amount!
I played some putz 8-ball last pocket for $500 in $5 casino chips from different casinos in Reno that were no longer in business and I put up $500 in cash. I was down 4 games in a race to 5 and do a miraculous comeback of winning the next 5 games (3 break/run). Now I have a rack of $5 chips. So that weekend my friend and I drove down to Reno to cash those chips in I was told that the other casinos no longer accept those chips. So I decided to just throw those chips in the trash can in the floor of the Eldorado Casino. A year later I find out that some casino chips are collectible and some can be sold for more than 10x that amount!