Do You Know How to Beat Lamb Killers?

CJ Wiley

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"Lamb Killer" is a term in the gambling world of pool that describes someone that plays really well against opponents they know they can beat.

However, they play noticeably worse against formable opponents.

You probably know a few players like this, after watching this video you'll know for sure!

https://youtu.be/ihZ29Xg4lKA
 
"Lamb Killer" is a term in the gambling world of pool that describes someone that plays really well against opponents they know they can beat.

However, they play noticeably worse against formable opponents.

You probably know a few players like this, after watching this video you'll know for sure!

https://youtu.be/ihZ29Xg4lKA
First time i ever heard that term was when Fat Randy called a guy a 'lamb slayer' back in about '79.
 
Funny thing about lamb-killers...they’ll turn down action when they’re a small favorite...
..but bet on a proposition where they can’t win...those sure things have a nasty habit of
spitting tobacco juice in your eye.
 
I didn’t always used to be this way, but I’ve slowly turned into a lamb killer. I just can’t bring out my best game anymore against top players. Frustrating!
 
Nobody had to beat Fat Randy on the Small Track!

First time i ever heard that term was when Fat Randy called a guy a 'lamb slayer' back in about '79.

Randy was hilarious!

Yeah, I've heard him say that too, he had some great one liners. He called the bar table the "bar rag" - He gave Mike Sigel the 8 one time and beat him on the bar rag, when he got in gear he was a monster!

He would never gamble with me for some reason, we hung out but never played .....I probably could have beat him on a big table, but nobody had to like it on the "small track".
 
Randy was hilarious!

Yeah, I've heard him say that too, he had some great one liners. He called the bar table the "bar rag" - He gave Mike Sigel the 8 one time and beat him on the bar rag, when he got in gear he was a monster!

He would never gamble with me for some reason, we hung out but never played .....I probably could have beat him on a big table, but nobody had to like it on the "small track".

Fat Randy from Tulsa was a real dandy. He was good/great action and would play just about anybody and bet it up to the max. I saw him get taken off a couple of times and also saw him make a few good scores. He would get in your face to make a game but he would do it in a way to make you laugh. He did get me on a bar box one time, giving me the seven ball. After maybe an hour or so I began to realize the seven ball meant next to nothing on this little table. The best player would win with or without it, and that wasn't me.

I donated about a hundred (at 20 a game) to his favorite charity and we never played again. He was another old school guy that I miss, just for his antics and entertaining manner. I'm pretty sure he was younger than me. He passed away just in the last few years as I recall. Maybe he was 60 or so, if that.
 
Fat Randy from Tulsa was a real dandy. He was good/great action and would play just about anybody and bet it up to the max. I saw him get taken off a couple of times and also saw him make a few good scores. He would get in your face to make a game but he would do it in a way to make you laugh. He did get me on a bar box one time, giving me the seven ball. After maybe an hour or so I began to realize the seven ball meant next to nothing on this little table. The best player would win with or without it, and that wasn't me.

I donated about a hundred (at 20 a game) to his favorite charity and we never played again. He was another old school guy that I miss, just for his antics and entertaining manner. I'm pretty sure he was younger than me. He passed away just in the last few years as I recall. Maybe he was 60 or so, if that.
Died just last year at age of 66.
 
to be a killer we must like the taste of blood, at least enjoy the "art of the kill"

I didn’t always used to be this way, but I’ve slowly turned into a lamb killer. I just can’t bring out my best game anymore against top players. Frustrating!

I think it has a lot to do with Killer Instinct, this takes as much practice as the game does.

Back in the gambling days of pool even the weaker players had a lot of heart, but not necessarily killer instinct.....ideally we need both!

You probably still have the heart, but not the hunger, and to be a (competitive) killer we must like the taste of blood, or at least enjoy the "art of the kill".

This of course is an analogy, although there was a time when I was in an extremely tough match I'd bite the inside of my mouth to taste the blood....I don't recommend this because it gave extraordinary killer instinct but it also made me overly aggressive at times.

I have a friend, a professional fighter, he said he ate raw meat and the blood gave him significantly more killer instinct. I would venture to guess Mike Tyson has consumed his share of blood......some of the animals may not have even been dead yet. :shrug:
 
I think it has a lot to do with Killer Instinct, this takes as much practice as the game does.

Back in the gambling days of pool even the weaker players had a lot of heart, but not necessarily killer instinct.....ideally we need both!

You probably still have the heart, but not the hunger, and to be a (competitive) killer we must like the taste of blood, or at least enjoy the "art of the kill".

This of course is an analogy, although there was a time when I was in an extremely tough match I'd bite the inside of my mouth to taste the blood....I don't recommend this because it gave extraordinary killer instinct but it also made me overly aggressive at times.

I have a friend, a professional fighter, he said he ate raw meat and the blood gave him significantly more killer instinct. I would venture to guess Mike Tyson has consumed his share of blood......some of the animals may not have even been dead yet. :shrug:

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Killer Instinct

For a few years I would bust a guy down to his socks if I could, and did sometimes! I wanted them to know they had been beaten, crushed. I won the usual cues and cases when money ran out, gold chains by the pound, cowboy boots and shirts, both passed on after winning!, a few cars, and the tools of a man's trade a few times. Something else I didn't keep.

Then I had a win I wasn't so proud of, documented on here a few times. After that I still occasionally busted a guy down to his socks, but it wasn't the goal every time I screwed together a cue.

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