Finders Keepers...Losers Weepers

I was partial to Ricochet Rabbit & the bing, bing, bing!!!
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That would have been his Mexican cousin, Bing Bing Chavez. Do you remember?
I can remember stuff like this but can't remember all the crap I learned in high school.
Yeah, its a wonder I can think at all.
 
he got banned

im glad to see the TS got banned i have no respect for someone who would do something like this
 
Finders Keepers....You're a loser. Your respect level just lowered itself.

Me...I'd take great pride in finding the owner and returning it.
 
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Wow what a dick move. So if someone forgets something it automatically becomes your property? Sounds brilliant. Tell him I will follow him around and the first time I notice he has forgotten where he parked I will claim his car as my own. I am sure that I will adore how it drives.
 
Jay...Like there was any other choice! Duh! Not for me! Now...if it had been one of Fatboy's Balabushkas....:D J/K Eric! Nice to see that you "paid it forward" with Shane! Like all of us REAL poolplayers know...what comes around goes around! See what REAL poolplayers do dom_poppa? That's what YOU should have done. BTW...We'll miss ya...NOT!

Scott Lee
www.poolknowledge.com

jay helfert said:
Another time at DCC several years ago, I got challenged to play by a whole slew of young guns - Disco, Roy, Easy, Willie and a couple of others. We played One Pocket for $10 a game and I ended up winning like six or seven games in a row (P.S. It wasn't easy!). Happy days until the next morning when I checked my case and saw that my playing cue was not in it. My Josey was missing! I had left it in the AZ room and now I was worried that it was gone.

Not 15 minutes goes by and I get a call in my room. It's our man Scott Lee and he tells me that he has my cue, and I can pick it up from him anytime. I met him later for breakfast and all he would let me do is buy breakfast for him. Thanks Scott, I haven't forgotten. This is a man with integrity, all he wanted was to return my cue to me. And he asked for nothing in return.
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jay helfert said:
A couple of quickies. Shane lost a match a while back and walked off leaving his cue behind. I saw it sitting there after the match and wondered when he was coming back to retrieve it. He never came back, so I held onto his cue. I toted it around with me the rest of the day. Finally that evening Shane came prancing down the hall, cueless! He gave me a big smile and said "Thannns," in that wonderful accent of his.

Another time at DCC several years ago, I got challenged to play by a whole slew of young guns - Disco, Roy, Easy, Willie and a couple of others. We played One Pocket for $10 a game and I ended up winning like six or seven games in a row (P.S. It wasn't easy!). Happy days until the next morning when I checked my case and saw that my playing cue was not in it. My Josey was missing! I had left it in the AZ room and now I was worried that it was gone.

Not 15 minutes goes by and I get a call in my room. It's our man Scott Lee and he tells me that he has my cue, and I can pick it up from him anytime. I met him later for breakfast and all he would let me do is buy breakfast for him. Thanks Scott, I haven't forgotten. This is a man with integrity, all he wanted was to return my cue to me. And he asked for nothing in return.
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A quick story about cues lost, retrieved and beligerent disbelievers:

Watching JR Harris attempt to match up with a local who has an even worse disposition than a 'bad day' JR at Sticks (now closed) in Colorado Springs ... instead of playing they simply wolf and jaw for hours with no match made.
JR leaves the area with his sneaky Pete break cue tucked under the rail of a GC and forgets about it completely.

Unbeknownst to everyone watching who had followed the mockery of a match-up toward the bar/grill area, one of the waitress' simply picks up this cue and without noticing that this was a 2 piece cue, puts this cue up onto the wall rack.

The next day, the room opend at 11 or Noon or w/e time, and one of my best friends goes to the wall rack for a "Buster Wallabushka" and excitedly picks out JR's lost SP cue.
An hour or so of my pal playing with his new found toy passes, I waltz into the joint and visit with my buddy who breaks the exciting news of "found treasure".
I look at the cue and I tell my buddy that the cue looks familiar and I think it belongs to Harris. He replies that JR is a jerk and flounders about the idea of returning the cue. I mention that he wouldn't like someone stealing the wheels off his pizza delivery car and he breaks down the cue and asks how we would go about returning his cue...
Here's where the story takes an almost funny turn; my buddy was correct about a certain somone being a jerk:

Pal o' mine leaves the hall to pick up his wife from her class, takes lost-n-found cue to the counter and aks if they'll hold the cue. Manager says 'yes' and locks the cue away and leaves to run an errand.
A few minutes pass and a call comes in and I can hear the bartender/waitress being sreamed at through the phone from accross the room. I recognized the voice, and walked up closer to get a better ear-full.
It happers to be JR, I hear the girl at the counter stammering to get a word in edgewise and I offer to take the call expecting this clown to act like a human once he'd heard his cue was recovered ... NOPE!
JR then proceeded to yell at yours truly once I'd said "yeah, we found your cue ...", he assumed the worst, acted like he was gonna collapse gravity on the entire 80918 zip code and even resorted to name-calling.
I tried to quickly pick up on this man's native tongue and advised him of how to seduce his mother and said pick up your cue from the manager when you come by ... silence ... more silence ... finally, JR says "I can't, I've already left town..." in a rather sheepish tone.

As luck would have it for Mr. Harris, the people he'd crashed out with for the few days he was in town picked up his cue and got it to him eventually.



Moral of the story: Sometimes doing the right thing isn't always the most pleasing thing one can do, but when it's the "right thing" it's the only thing.
 
This guy dom--poppa

This guy is just pulling everyone's chain on here with all of his post. He just wants to get some reaction and attention, don't you think? lol
 
anyone know that guy?

Doesn't anyone know him or where he plays to tell the pool hall owner? I don't know which guy is a bigger p.o.s.
 
What your friend should do is go to church and pray to God almighty that the owner of the cue doesn't run into your friend with his cue and if he does, that he isn't a violent person.
 
This isn't pool related, but somewhat on topic. I remember in high school I lost my wallet on the bus. I couldn't figure out where it went. Then someone called my phone and said they found my wallet and they would mail it back to me (yup I had my emergency contact info in my wallet at the time). Another time I was backing out of my driveway into the street and thought I had enough room to make it through the double parked car across the street, but I put a small dent into his car. I left a note on his windshield with my contact info. Turned out he was a neighbor and after a conversation over the phone, he told me not to worry about it. I tend to do nice things because I believe the favor will be turned back to you in one way or another. It's better to keep positivity out there, right?
 
LOng Story Short- messing with a players cue is too dangerous!!

I went out of town , Stopped at a well known Poolhall. Late night Played the bartender 1 handed 10 a game. Spotted him 1 handed to 2 handed. I win 20. Use the restroom then leave for home. He asks me if I'm sure I don't want to give the money back ( Bartender takes my Martinez hustler-from case!! Real funny guy. At home 400 miles away I flip out Martinez gone- I call my friend Big Joe from town- tell him I have the doublebarrel shotgun,30-06 ,and a 38 all loaded and I'm coming to get my cue from the bartender- 1 way or the other!!! Joe meets me in the parking Lot- tells me get into his mustang- lets go eat and relax. I look in the back seat and my Martinez is right there! Best part was telling his boss the bartender was a thief ! (Thanks up there big Joe) for saving the day- I was so focused ,and so dumb. Mark
 
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sfleinen said:
ChicagoRJ:

Actually, that cartoon ran into the early 70's, and yes, I remember it (I grew up on it, along with a lot of other long-defunct TV shows). I'm not as young as you might think. ;)

What I did want to do, and hopefully everyone "got," was to tie-in Blackjack, Mr. Wilson, and your "Kabong!" all together. You did get the blackjack thing, right? (The link I previously provided should help.)

If that was clear as mud, I apologize. I personally think the OP deserved more a "tap o' the blackjack" than merely a "Kabong". A knockout with one swing, and that was achieved!

-Sean

P.S.: I have avatars and signatures turned off, so I don't see them.
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Ohhh.. that makes sense if you have your avatar off and can't see the famous Quick Draw. I'd assume some folks forgot about the famous "kabong" sound !! Yeah, it ran in the 70's, and 80's in reruns, about when I started to watch, but it ran orginally from 1959-1962....
Good time, Good times !!!!
 
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