Background:
About ten years ago, I played in leagues for a few years...but that's about it. About 1-½ years ago I bought a 9-foot Brunswick and have just been practicing at home from about an hour every night. I occasionally go to a pool hall and shoot by myself. My only interaction is going to the bars on Saturday night where I play the average bar player. I have gradually gotten better…to the point where I have held the table from 6pm until midnight on occasion. I have decided not to gamble—mainly because I don't really need the money and prefer to just enjoy playing the game. On a rare occasion someone will push really hard to play for a drink or maybe $1-2 and I will give in with that person…but stop gambling as soon as the next person comes up. I guess that I really just want to avoid any trouble or arguments at all costs. Even when refusing to play for anything, occasionally someone calls you a hustler, because you refused to play for anything and still beat them (the opposite of a hustler, I'm thinking).
The Gamble:
This Saturday I ended up playing the same guy about 7-8 games and beating him soundly each game. The guy claimed to be the best player at that bar and said that he normally holds the table all night. All of a sudden he comes up with an idea…lets go to a different bar that I know…where people are always playing for money…we can play partners.
Since I was bored, I agreed. It was the funniest thing. We were both kind-of drunk…he was kind-of goofy…and he kept a steady stream of people coming to the table. I had a sneaky-pete in my car, but just played with a bar cue. My partner missed routinely, but I was always able to pull the game out. Eventually, I started to play singles and the other guy just kept side betting on me. Playing about $5 a game, I think I ended about $40 up by 1am, when I left. I recall only loosing three games all night, and only one of the losses was for money. My wife stopped by later in the night to join us…and she was basically my money manager.
He are my problems. Although it was kind-of fun and exciting playing for money (even though it was for relatively small amounts)…my wife and I felt guilty taking the money…so much so that my wife and I decided to buy one couple that I played and won $15 dollars from each a drink ($6 total) early in the night. This of course took almost half of what I had won from them…but the funny thing was, they didn't even say thanks. So this made me think that I may have been stupid for buying the drinks…and maybe I should have just focused on being the best gambler that I could.
Now the ethical dilemma. I found compelled to lie when people asked me about my shooting ability! I found that I just couldn't admit that I practice at home on my own table. It almost seemed at the time that it wasn't their business and I didn't want to give them an excuse for why I was better than them. I think that in the back of my mind I may have also been trying to make myself out to be something that I really wasn't…a sly hustler type…by not admitting to anyone that I was aware of my skill level.
I can tell you…that the appeal of gambling…even with average players was definitely a thrill. The whole night felt like a dream…I felt like superman…it was like I was high on some kind of drug or something (other than the alcohol…lol). People complimenting you…your making money that they don't seem to mind losing to you…the ups and down of adrenaline as you are slowly winning the close matches…the feeling of superiority when the guy sends his gal over with your winnings…that you proceed to pass along to your wife…the fact that the money you are making is based on the skill obtained from the may hours of practice… WOW what a blast!
This was my first extended gambling session…and man; I can certainly see the appeal. I think I need to work on the ego and honesty thing a little more, though…lol.
Has anyone else had a similar experience as mine when first starting to gamble…and does the thrill eventually die out?
About ten years ago, I played in leagues for a few years...but that's about it. About 1-½ years ago I bought a 9-foot Brunswick and have just been practicing at home from about an hour every night. I occasionally go to a pool hall and shoot by myself. My only interaction is going to the bars on Saturday night where I play the average bar player. I have gradually gotten better…to the point where I have held the table from 6pm until midnight on occasion. I have decided not to gamble—mainly because I don't really need the money and prefer to just enjoy playing the game. On a rare occasion someone will push really hard to play for a drink or maybe $1-2 and I will give in with that person…but stop gambling as soon as the next person comes up. I guess that I really just want to avoid any trouble or arguments at all costs. Even when refusing to play for anything, occasionally someone calls you a hustler, because you refused to play for anything and still beat them (the opposite of a hustler, I'm thinking).
The Gamble:
This Saturday I ended up playing the same guy about 7-8 games and beating him soundly each game. The guy claimed to be the best player at that bar and said that he normally holds the table all night. All of a sudden he comes up with an idea…lets go to a different bar that I know…where people are always playing for money…we can play partners.
Since I was bored, I agreed. It was the funniest thing. We were both kind-of drunk…he was kind-of goofy…and he kept a steady stream of people coming to the table. I had a sneaky-pete in my car, but just played with a bar cue. My partner missed routinely, but I was always able to pull the game out. Eventually, I started to play singles and the other guy just kept side betting on me. Playing about $5 a game, I think I ended about $40 up by 1am, when I left. I recall only loosing three games all night, and only one of the losses was for money. My wife stopped by later in the night to join us…and she was basically my money manager.
He are my problems. Although it was kind-of fun and exciting playing for money (even though it was for relatively small amounts)…my wife and I felt guilty taking the money…so much so that my wife and I decided to buy one couple that I played and won $15 dollars from each a drink ($6 total) early in the night. This of course took almost half of what I had won from them…but the funny thing was, they didn't even say thanks. So this made me think that I may have been stupid for buying the drinks…and maybe I should have just focused on being the best gambler that I could.
Now the ethical dilemma. I found compelled to lie when people asked me about my shooting ability! I found that I just couldn't admit that I practice at home on my own table. It almost seemed at the time that it wasn't their business and I didn't want to give them an excuse for why I was better than them. I think that in the back of my mind I may have also been trying to make myself out to be something that I really wasn't…a sly hustler type…by not admitting to anyone that I was aware of my skill level.
I can tell you…that the appeal of gambling…even with average players was definitely a thrill. The whole night felt like a dream…I felt like superman…it was like I was high on some kind of drug or something (other than the alcohol…lol). People complimenting you…your making money that they don't seem to mind losing to you…the ups and down of adrenaline as you are slowly winning the close matches…the feeling of superiority when the guy sends his gal over with your winnings…that you proceed to pass along to your wife…the fact that the money you are making is based on the skill obtained from the may hours of practice… WOW what a blast!
This was my first extended gambling session…and man; I can certainly see the appeal. I think I need to work on the ego and honesty thing a little more, though…lol.
Has anyone else had a similar experience as mine when first starting to gamble…and does the thrill eventually die out?