Pool and Gambling
People tell on themselves when they start gambling. Their true character is revealed. And many people do not handle losing well. Some get mad at themself and act out in that way, and some take their hostility out on their opponent or a railbird.
It is your choice then on how you handle this situation. You can choose to react in kind, quit the game or try to ignore it. For myself, when I was younger and a more serious money player, I came to the realization that a player who must resort to sharking techniques, does not think they can win on the up and up. This knowledge empowered me and made it rather easy for me to overcome the sharking. When it began to happen, I used to think to myself, "I've got my man, he's weak now".
At this juncture in time, if I gamble with someone and we have any problems or arguments, I will usually choose not to continue the game. I no longer play for a living and I don't need the aggravation. One example is a recent One Pocket game I had with an old rival, who is a fairly good player. This man who will go unnamed is quite wealthy from real estate holdings, and we usually play for $20 a game. A very social game.
Some years back when we were playing, he got very testy with me, and I told him, "B--, if we are going to continue to have these problems I'd rather not play". And that was the end of it. He calmed down and we returned to a our friendly but spirited game.
So back to the present, and I pound this guy for like eight games in a row, and he is beside himself, but knows he cannot start to cry too much with me. I really don't want to hear it. He is wealthy, the bet is small, and I never say a word when he is shooting (or move a muscle). Finally after another few games, he quits, saying he has an appointment. He is quietly pissed, and asks me if I'm getting the time. I say sure, and he says he has to go to his car. Okay?
I take the balls to the counter and pay the bill, about $25. B-- comes in and hands me several twenties and several rolls of quarters. Yes, rolls of quarters. But it's all there. He says it's money from his washing machines. Okay I say. He has to run and takes off, a little embarassed I think. After he's gone, several players come over to me and tell me how glad they are to see him lose. Seems he has managed to piss off just about everyone in that poolroom at one time or another. Even the counter guy is happy and takes the quarters and gives me bills for them.
On the way home I think about what has transpired. I'm glad I played well and beat a good player, on some tough equipment. But somehow I feel bad for B--. He was obviously mad and unhappy. Sad for him. He has more money than he will ever need, a beautiful home, great health for a man well over 50, a nice lady and is a damn good pool player. And has been nearly all his adult life.
Yet he is unable to control his inner demons. He is universally disliked in his home pool room and I am an outsider and occasional visitor there. I present this to you without an answer. All I can say is that people's true character is revealed when they gamble, whether that be good or bad.