Embarrising Pool Moments
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I just got done posting that I am going to be the best player in the world last night during a good drunken stupor.
Pretty freaking embarrasing.
Pretty freaking embarrasing.
The Hamster said:
Thank you for this story and the many others you have written over the years. You have made the pool world a more pleasant place by taking us on these journeys with your vivid imagination, humor and unique writing style.
MUCHO REP for you Señor.
Warm Regards,
JoeyA
You'll have to send a picture of what you looked like at the time to claim the money. Otherwise I'll be sending $10 to everyone that posts on here, lol.rossaroni said:You know I was thinking it was in July, but I'll take your word on it. Do you have a paypal account to send me my money? I can now take you off my hitlist!
Around 1960 I was hustling pool at a biker bar in Lake Ronkonkomo, NY. I had never been it this joint before. I’m beating everybody in the place for hours, playing 8-ball for $5 _ $20 a game. (I know not too bright) I’m playing this big biker type I’m beating him pretty good. He threatened me a few times while we played, but nothing that he said he was going beat my butt.
Anyway I’m down to the 8-ball for another $20 win from him when he walks over and stands in front of the pocket I’m shooting for. The 8 was only six inches or so straight in. I figured I’d fire it in as hard as I could to show him I didn’t rattle. I fire the Q-ball at the 8 and it leaves the table just touching the top of the 8 and making it. The Q-ball bounced off his beer-belly and landed back on the table. I figured I was road kill. After he told me what he should do to me, he said I lost because the Q-ball came off the table. I said it didn’t matter that it landed back on the table and to pay me.
I was very lucky that night. Another biker bigger than him told him to pay me, that I was right. The guy pays me and storms off to the bar. I went to the bar and bought the guy that stuck up for me a beer then went to the men’s room. Thank god there were no bars on that window. I climbed out it, prayed my Harley would kick over on the first few kicks and got out of Dodge… FAST. Johnnyt
Anyway I’m down to the 8-ball for another $20 win from him when he walks over and stands in front of the pocket I’m shooting for. The 8 was only six inches or so straight in. I figured I’d fire it in as hard as I could to show him I didn’t rattle. I fire the Q-ball at the 8 and it leaves the table just touching the top of the 8 and making it. The Q-ball bounced off his beer-belly and landed back on the table. I figured I was road kill. After he told me what he should do to me, he said I lost because the Q-ball came off the table. I said it didn’t matter that it landed back on the table and to pay me.
I was very lucky that night. Another biker bigger than him told him to pay me, that I was right. The guy pays me and storms off to the bar. I went to the bar and bought the guy that stuck up for me a beer then went to the men’s room. Thank god there were no bars on that window. I climbed out it, prayed my Harley would kick over on the first few kicks and got out of Dodge… FAST. Johnnyt
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Many Years ago at the LV Crystal Palace, the layout is three tables end- to- end. On the far table, a billiard player "Lice Jerry", had just lost $50 playing billiards, picked up two of the billiard balls and threw them across the tables. One ended up on the next table where a guy was practicing, and the other ended up, two tables over, breaking through the balls on a one pocket game where "Rex Cannon " was playing $300 game.
"Lice Jerry" just said "tough luck" and left the room. Rex just stood there looking like the roof fell in. Rex was straight-in on his last two balls.
Many Years ago at the LV Crystal Palace, the layout is three tables end- to- end. On the far table, a billiard player "Lice Jerry", had just lost $50 playing billiards, picked up two of the billiard balls and threw them across the tables. One ended up on the next table where a guy was practicing, and the other ended up, two tables over, breaking through the balls on a one pocket game where "Rex Cannon " was playing $300 game.
"Lice Jerry" just said "tough luck" and left the room. Rex just stood there looking like the roof fell in. Rex was straight-in on his last two balls.
Harvywallbanger said:I'm pretty sure I have already done this thread once before but what the hell...there might be some other funny stories out there that haven't surfaced yet. I'll repeat my MOST embarrising pool story to kick it off once again.
I was about 18 and me and my friend picked up 2 good looking girls and brought them back to my place. I had a 4 1/2 x 9 and figured now would be a good oppertunity to show off a bit in front of the girls. I decided to start it off with me breaking because I wanted to smash the balls as hard as I could and send the cueball about 5 feet in the air and have it come crashing down in the center of the table. Everything went to plan except that I put so much into it I accidentally farted as I broke. I'm telling you the fart was LOUDER than the break!I could feel my face turn beet red as I turned around in horror to see the one(girl) I was after sitting right behind me on the couch.
Anyone else have an embarrising story?
I rarely play 9-balll anymore, but last night I decided to play Friday night Tournament.
I drew Kyu Yi {a pretty good player and quite a cutie} my 1st match and we flipped the coin, which I won.
As I was setting up to break, I thought about this thread and the mentioned explosion aand started to laugh. Kyu got a little insulted and pissed at me, which I didn't balme her. So before we started play, I had to call her to the side and explain about your incident.
We were both laughing pretty hard and had a hard time getting the match underway. Finally I'm just about to crack em when Kyu yelled out, "Fire In the Hole". We laughed our butts off after that one.
ironman said:
LOL I'm glad I could provide you with some entertainment then. At first I thought you were going to say you let one loose as well.
Harvywallbanger said:I'm pretty sure I have already done this thread once before but what the hell...there might be some other funny stories out there that haven't surfaced yet. I'll repeat my MOST embarrising pool story to kick it off once again.
I was about 18 and me and my friend picked up 2 good looking girls and brought them back to my place. I had a 4 1/2 x 9 and figured now would be a good oppertunity to show off a bit in front of the girls. I decided to start it off with me breaking because I wanted to smash the balls as hard as I could and send the cueball about 5 feet in the air and have it come crashing down in the center of the table. Everything went to plan except that I put so much into it I accidentally farted as I broke. I'm telling you the fart was LOUDER than the break!
Anyone else have an embarrising story?
LOL I was about 16 years old. First time I tryed to shoot behind my back I lost my balance standing on my shoe lace and snapped the cue across my back oops. Then I put the cue back in the rack and the owner of the pool hall grabed it off the rack to play some later that night and all he got was the shaft lol. The butt just fell off.
A story I have posted before about a match up with a well known AZB member Mark Griffin many moons ago at his pool room “The Anchorage Billiard Palace”. For those that have not read it here it is again. My most embarrassing moment.
Sometimes over the years Mark and I would match up in rather unconventional ways at the Palace (occasionally with the help of a beer or two... at least on my part). I might wear his glasses and he would wear none, air cannons, foosball, opposite hand, flipping coins or whatever.
Anyway, one day we decided we would play an 8 ball race and we would both use house cues. I would pick his cue and he would pick mine off the rack. Now Mark since he owned the Palace always had good house cues so it should not be such big deal, they will all be straight with good tips.
He did his best and picked out a fine example of a snooker cue, 15 ounce 11 mm stick suitable for snooker balls but will get squirreley on long straight shots with pool balls as my pole.
When he handed me this stick ...nice try I thought, HAHA but I have something special up my sleeve! I went back to the 6 x 12 snooker (golf) table. Along the wall was the 8 foot cue used for extremely long bridge shots. I grabbed this cue that could double as a fly rod and handed it to Mark as his weapon. He rolled his eyes and took it from my hand... Ah Hah… the trap snapped!
I was sure I had just won the match before the opening break, we were playing on a corner table and with an 8 foot cue the walls and other obstacles are in the way on every shot. He had no chance...
I was rolling around in my glory. All that was left was the enjoyable ride to the forgone conclusion.
Mark however didn’t see it quit the same. He laughed a bit, then he looked at the cue and noticed a seam in the middle, not really a joint but the glue was loose. He carefully separated the two pieces now he had a 4 foot cue and went on to trounce me in the match.
Suddenly it wasn't glory I was rolling around in any more.
Sometimes over the years Mark and I would match up in rather unconventional ways at the Palace (occasionally with the help of a beer or two... at least on my part). I might wear his glasses and he would wear none, air cannons, foosball, opposite hand, flipping coins or whatever.
Anyway, one day we decided we would play an 8 ball race and we would both use house cues. I would pick his cue and he would pick mine off the rack. Now Mark since he owned the Palace always had good house cues so it should not be such big deal, they will all be straight with good tips.
He did his best and picked out a fine example of a snooker cue, 15 ounce 11 mm stick suitable for snooker balls but will get squirreley on long straight shots with pool balls as my pole.
When he handed me this stick ...nice try I thought, HAHA but I have something special up my sleeve! I went back to the 6 x 12 snooker (golf) table. Along the wall was the 8 foot cue used for extremely long bridge shots. I grabbed this cue that could double as a fly rod and handed it to Mark as his weapon. He rolled his eyes and took it from my hand... Ah Hah… the trap snapped!
I was sure I had just won the match before the opening break, we were playing on a corner table and with an 8 foot cue the walls and other obstacles are in the way on every shot. He had no chance...
I was rolling around in my glory. All that was left was the enjoyable ride to the forgone conclusion.
Mark however didn’t see it quit the same. He laughed a bit, then he looked at the cue and noticed a seam in the middle, not really a joint but the glue was loose. He carefully separated the two pieces now he had a 4 foot cue and went on to trounce me in the match.
Suddenly it wasn't glory I was rolling around in any more.
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