That was my thinking in it as well.
Dumbest thing I’ve ever seen in pool!
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There was a room I used.to go to that I swear was the brokest spot in the area.
Saw more than once first game of $5 9b end and an argument over pay terms- each game or at 4- resulted in revealing the double air barrel.
Brutality!!
Many a time a stranger has popped off let's play for a thousand or fifteen hundred a game in a bar. I always say sure, post. I am still waiting to play the first game! Of course I didn't have that much in my pocket most of the time either. I did usually have it five minutes away, not that it mattered.
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Had this guy watching our league match one night asking around who plays for money. Wearing a baggy Pittsburg Penguins jersey. We told him one of us would play him after league was over. He said he was in town visiting his sick mother.
So we decide my buddy Bobby is going to play him but Bobby's wife is really nervous because they can't afford to lose and she thinks this guy is a serious road warrior. So I cover all the action with a 50-50. I know not smart but we're all friends.
Dude goes out to his car and brings back this huge cue case that looks more like an AR15 case and takes out a cue and these glasses that look like night vision goggles and proceeds to put them on.
So they decide to start out at 20 a game. Dude breaks dry and Bobby runs out.
He gets out a ten and a five and a couple of ones then change. Only came up to about 18 dollars and change. I grabbed the ten and told Bobby he could have the rest. Dude swore he was going to get more money and be back.
He was planning on cleaning us out but got off to a rough start. Never saw him again.
God damned nits anyways.
So we decide my buddy Bobby is going to play him but Bobby's wife is really nervous because they can't afford to lose and she thinks this guy is a serious road warrior. So I cover all the action with a 50-50. I know not smart but we're all friends.
Dude goes out to his car and brings back this huge cue case that looks more like an AR15 case and takes out a cue and these glasses that look like night vision goggles and proceeds to put them on.
So they decide to start out at 20 a game. Dude breaks dry and Bobby runs out.
He gets out a ten and a five and a couple of ones then change. Only came up to about 18 dollars and change. I grabbed the ten and told Bobby he could have the rest. Dude swore he was going to get more money and be back.
He was planning on cleaning us out but got off to a rough start. Never saw him again.
God damned nits anyways.
Thinking back over the whole air barrel deal I have only been air barreled once for big bucks. That time we both knew the other one didn't have the cash on hand but should have it shortly. A lady I spent time with lived two apartments down from the guy that owed me money so I know it was true that the men in black, some men in black suits, came knocking on his door. He got word, boogied to never be seen again! The bet was huge but I had seen a lot more piled on his kitchen table.
He was the only remittance man I have ever met. His family was old money in Miami which is to say seriously big money also. They sent him a nice remittance twice a year to stay completely out of Florida after disgracing the family as a young man. Never asked or inquired about details. He would take this money and make one major deal. I knew he had a check coming that with one deal would easily cover our bet. I had a sales agreement on a piece of commercial property he had heard about. The amount of the sale happened to be the amount of the bet, on one game of barbox eightball.
Much more common is a stranger firing an air barrel for twenty bucks or less. Used to be almost expected on the last bet, a person almost wasn't broke until they fired one air barrel. Starting the session with an air barrel was considerably more annoying. The most common excuse, "I thought I could beat you!"
Seems a little odd that I have never hurt anyone over an air barrel. Looking back, the worst I have done was force the handing over of collateral. My older self says that could rank pretty high on any dumbest list since it could have generated heavy charges against me but it seemed like a good idea at the time!
Hu
He was the only remittance man I have ever met. His family was old money in Miami which is to say seriously big money also. They sent him a nice remittance twice a year to stay completely out of Florida after disgracing the family as a young man. Never asked or inquired about details. He would take this money and make one major deal. I knew he had a check coming that with one deal would easily cover our bet. I had a sales agreement on a piece of commercial property he had heard about. The amount of the sale happened to be the amount of the bet, on one game of barbox eightball.
Much more common is a stranger firing an air barrel for twenty bucks or less. Used to be almost expected on the last bet, a person almost wasn't broke until they fired one air barrel. Starting the session with an air barrel was considerably more annoying. The most common excuse, "I thought I could beat you!"
Seems a little odd that I have never hurt anyone over an air barrel. Looking back, the worst I have done was force the handing over of collateral. My older self says that could rank pretty high on any dumbest list since it could have generated heavy charges against me but it seemed like a good idea at the time!
Hu
Went out to the local dive bar Friday night and played some casual scotch doubles 8-ball, BCA rules, with a mix of friends and strangers, who's up next on a whiteboard. Packed and noisy room.
After I broke and made a ball one game, my partner came over to me and asked me what we should take. I looked at the table and gestured towards a 3-ball cluster with two stripes and a solid, and quietly replied "they both suck, take whatever you want."
After a couple of innings, we sink the 8-ball, then one of our opponents approached me with "that look" that I immediately understood to not be a prelude to a friendly handshake. With a red face and veins popping out of his temples, he looked me in the eye and loudly said "I HEARD YOU SAY WE SUCK?!"
Took me a moment to figure out what he was talking about. And then a good two or three minutes for us to convince him about the context of what he overheard and get him to cool down. It was all good in the end, but sheesh. Fun times!
After I broke and made a ball one game, my partner came over to me and asked me what we should take. I looked at the table and gestured towards a 3-ball cluster with two stripes and a solid, and quietly replied "they both suck, take whatever you want."
After a couple of innings, we sink the 8-ball, then one of our opponents approached me with "that look" that I immediately understood to not be a prelude to a friendly handshake. With a red face and veins popping out of his temples, he looked me in the eye and loudly said "I HEARD YOU SAY WE SUCK?!"
Took me a moment to figure out what he was talking about. And then a good two or three minutes for us to convince him about the context of what he overheard and get him to cool down. It was all good in the end, but sheesh. Fun times!
Have you tried using emf waves to push balls on the table? Ive been practicing with a seven channel system.
If the power supply is increased you could send a shockwave locally to move a ball.
Mathematicians are trained to exceed the standards of other disciplines. Keep pace its a grueling exercise with huge payoff.
There are air barrels and there are phantom barrels. I used to play about even with a guy who was seriously risk averse. The room manager gave him the nick name of Streptocarpus because he had a heart the size of a streptocarpus seed. Wanting a little action, I got out of line and gave him a small spot at nine ball for a couple of bucks a game. He said OK. I flipped for break, he won the break and promptly quit.
Streptocarpus seed (the small spots), with a finger nail at the top for scale.
Streptocarpus seed (the small spots), with a finger nail at the top for scale.
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Zat some cajones in there?
The seeds do appear tiny indeed! Nothing there we can judge size by though. Reminds me, I was born on a forty acre farm and dad always planted a huge garden. Some of my earliest memories are of toting water for that garden and hoeing when a hoe with half the handle broken off was taller than I was!
My wife wanted a garden. With my not so fond memories I told her she could garden all she wanted to but I wasn't getting involved. She went down to the feed store where we bought horse feed and started buying seeds. No packaging, loose seed was bagged as you bought them. She was getting a pound of most seeds and asked for a pound of turnip seeds. Red asked her how many acres of turnips she was planting! Turnip seeds aren't very big either.
I see it is Christmas morn. A Merry Christmas to you Bob and to all!
Hu
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The name of my Scotch Doubles team is “We Suck.”
Relayed to me by a good friend in the Carolinas
A hard-nosed shortstop level player came into a room after a long set he got stuck $300 that he didn’t have so he sits down at a booth table next to an acquaintance, not a friend, but someone that he had seen a number of times during his pool travels. He taps him on his leg leans over and whispers take this and go out and get me $300 what he was tapping his leg with was a pistol. The guy said OK he went out came back a little while later and sure enough, gave him $300
The road player loses again, comes back over to the booth sits back down whispers to the acquaintance to please go back out and get me another $300 and the guy replied, OK but I’m gonna need another gun. lol
A hard-nosed shortstop level player came into a room after a long set he got stuck $300 that he didn’t have so he sits down at a booth table next to an acquaintance, not a friend, but someone that he had seen a number of times during his pool travels. He taps him on his leg leans over and whispers take this and go out and get me $300 what he was tapping his leg with was a pistol. The guy said OK he went out came back a little while later and sure enough, gave him $300
The road player loses again, comes back over to the booth sits back down whispers to the acquaintance to please go back out and get me another $300 and the guy replied, OK but I’m gonna need another gun. lol
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That's a finger nail upper left.
Got ya. I didn't realize that was a finger nail. Maybe needed a little red polish on it to be sure!
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Yep, and they can range from real funny to real sad dumb.
Might also have been 2 brothers and a stranger. All three played Cliff's backer.
How do you start that in today's language?