Funniest Gambling Story (Or one of)

These two guys were gambling at Hard Times in Bellflower in the early 90s and called Dean Desesto (forgot his last name) over to call a close hit. Dean came over was watching, and after the shot one of the players says "well, was it good or not?". Dean says, "I don't know, I was daydreaming!"

If you know Dean you would know he was capable of this.
 
Dead Money said:
I like the Disney story best of the two stories ya posted Crawfish :D
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Why thank you, that young lady was scorchin'. One of the best weeks of my life.
 
Ahhh

crawfish said:
My ex wife found the page and threw it away. It reminded her of past flames. You see, I went back and visited, and she also came to visit me here. This was before my marriage. Oh, the good times.
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I can understand that. Would've been funny to see that mug shot.
 
Not a great story by any means, but it happened last night and I thought it was funny. We were playing doubles for 5/stick and a guy comes up and puts quarters down. My partner and I lose and this guy is up. Terry tells him that they're playing doubles but this guy only wants to play singles and they go back and forth. Finally the guy asks to play for money. Terry asks how much and the guy responds with "whatever you want". Terry said "Whatever I want?" and the guy said yes. Terry says "How about 50?". The guy says "let's do 5."

Whatever you want, ha? Okey doke. He got smoked and later stole some girls camera and got chased out of the bar.
 
crawfish said:
Hey Joey, here's one just for you.

I am in Dillon, SC. A place called the Razzle Dazzle. I was on my way to Florida to visit my grandmother and got wind of this spot where there was plenty of action. From the outside, the place didn't look like much, so I actually checked into the only hotel within thirty minutes of the joint. A nice Pakistani man took my cash and I went to the room. Quaint, nice, clean. Now, I was off to the poolroom (or nightclub I later found out.).

As you go in, they take a picture of you and your ID. I guess there was a reason for knowing who everyone is there. So, I hold my cue near my face and they snapped a pretty good shot of me. As I get inside, I am in instant action. I don't remember all the details, I just remember I won about $300. While I am doing this, this hot young lady was watching my whole loud song and dance. She said she was amazed at watching that level of pool. Well, the place had a dance floor, and I commenced the "moves." She was in.

We decided to go back to the hotel for a "swim." She "swam" really well. And we swam and swam. Well, the next morning, she asked me where I was heading. "Disneyland!" She decided to go with me. WOW, what a better start to a trip? So, we stop off a couple of more places on the way, and had a blast. I booked NO losers while in front of this little dynamo. We did end up at Disney, also. But, I had to be back on Monday for work. So we headed back.

We pull into the hotel Saturday night, so I figured I'd check in and hit the Razzle Dazzle again. As I walk into the lobby, my little Pakistani man was yelling for me to get out of there! You are wanted by the Police for kidnapping! I had no idea this girl was just recently separated, and they had been looking for her. And now, ME!

There I was with my pool cue by my face on the page of the local paper. It was the picture from the Razzle Dazzle. It took me almost two days to clear it all up. I even had to talk to the FBI. I was scared to death with my smilin' pic in the newspaper.
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Great story crawfish. A friend and I left a poolroom one night after drinking quite a bit. He went his way and I went mine. After a couple of days I ran into him and I was curious where he had been hiding. He told me that on the way home he decided he had had too much to drink and pulled over on the freeway to sleep it off. The next thing he knew he woke up with a cop sitting in his passenger seat holding a bag of pot he got from the glove compartment. My buddy said he just went back to sleep. The next day all of the cops that were there the night before were coming by and laughing at him. They finally showed him his mug shot (I think they were passing around). There he was being held up by his hair in both views. He didn't remember any of it.
 
Me Too!

Dead Money said:
I like the Disney story best of the two stories ya posted Crawfish :D
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I LOVE that story. Maybe they'll make a movie out of it!:thumbup:

MM
 
MikeM said:
I LOVE that story. Maybe they'll make a movie out of it!:thumbup:

MM
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Thanks, dude. I actually have quite a few of these excursions written out in more detail.
 
crawfish said:
Thanks, dude. I actually have quite a few of these excursions written out in more detail.
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And they are all bullshit.

Hey Crawfish, don't think too harshly of me. I am not apposed to bullshit when it is entertaining. I just read, "Road Player", the Danny Dilliberto story, by Jerry forsyth. I enjoyed it, though I suspect there was a word or 2 of bullshit here and there. It's all about pool, you love pool, I love pool, Danny Dilliberto, loves pool. I love most everybody who loves pool. I suspect that even Jesus loves pool. If he doesn't, he is no friend of mine.

Dave Nelson
 
crawfish said:
Hey Joey, here's one just for you.

I am in Dillon, SC. A place called the Razzle Dazzle. I was on my way to Florida to visit my grandmother and got wind of this spot where there was plenty of action. From the outside, the place didn't look like much, so I actually checked into the only hotel within thirty minutes of the joint. A nice Pakistani man took my cash and I went to the room. Quaint, nice, clean. Now, I was off to the poolroom (or nightclub I later found out.).

As you go in, they take a picture of you and your ID. I guess there was a reason for knowing who everyone is there. So, I hold my cue near my face and they snapped a pretty good shot of me. As I get inside, I am in instant action. I don't remember all the details, I just remember I won about $300. While I am doing this, this hot young lady was watching my whole loud song and dance. She said she was amazed at watching that level of pool. Well, the place had a dance floor, and I commenced the "moves." She was in.

We decided to go back to the hotel for a "swim." She "swam" really well. And we swam and swam. Well, the next morning, she asked me where I was heading. "Disneyland!" She decided to go with me. WOW, what a better start to a trip? So, we stop off a couple of more places on the way, and had a blast. I booked NO losers while in front of this little dynamo. We did end up at Disney, also. But, I had to be back on Monday for work. So we headed back.

We pull into the hotel Saturday night, so I figured I'd check in and hit the Razzle Dazzle again. As I walk into the lobby, my little Pakistani man was yelling for me to get out of there! You are wanted by the Police for kidnapping! I had no idea this girl was just recently separated, and they had been looking for her. And now, ME!

There I was with my pool cue by my face on the page of the local paper. It was the picture from the Razzle Dazzle. It took me almost two days to clear it all up. I even had to talk to the FBI. I was scared to death with my smilin' pic in the newspaper.
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Very nice one, Crawfish!
Thanks,
JoeyA
 
crawfish said:
Hey Joey, here's one just for you.

I am in Dillon, SC. A place called the Razzle Dazzle. I was on my way to Florida to visit my grandmother and got wind of this spot where there was plenty of action. From the outside, the place didn't look like much, so I actually checked into the only hotel within thirty minutes of the joint. A nice Pakistani man took my cash and I went to the room. Quaint, nice, clean. Now, I was off to the poolroom (or nightclub I later found out.).

As you go in, they take a picture of you and your ID. I guess there was a reason for knowing who everyone is there. So, I hold my cue near my face and they snapped a pretty good shot of me. As I get inside, I am in instant action. I don't remember all the details, I just remember I won about $300. While I am doing this, this hot young lady was watching my whole loud song and dance. She said she was amazed at watching that level of pool. Well, the place had a dance floor, and I commenced the "moves." She was in.

We decided to go back to the hotel for a "swim." She "swam" really well. And we swam and swam. Well, the next morning, she asked me where I was heading. "Disneyland!" She decided to go with me. WOW, what a better start to a trip? So, we stop off a couple of more places on the way, and had a blast. I booked NO losers while in front of this little dynamo. We did end up at Disney, also. But, I had to be back on Monday for work. So we headed back.

We pull into the hotel Saturday night, so I figured I'd check in and hit the Razzle Dazzle again. As I walk into the lobby, my little Pakistani man was yelling for me to get out of there! You are wanted by the Police for kidnapping! I had no idea this girl was just recently separated, and they had been looking for her. And now, ME!

There I was with my pool cue by my face on the page of the local paper. It was the picture from the Razzle Dazzle. It took me almost two days to clear it all up. I even had to talk to the FBI. I was scared to death with my smilin' pic in the newspaper.
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Bad boy, bad boy whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do when they come for you? Bad boy, bad boy. :grin: :D
 
Porky

Some of you older guys may remember Gary Pinkowski. He died maybe ten years ago, but at one time was a pretty solid player.
Anyway, he and I were in Peoria,( about 1974...75 ) looking for a local player that went by the nickname of " Hook Nose Davy". We found him in a bar downtown where he's playing 2.00 six-ball. I had never seen him before, but there was no doubt who he was when I spotted his humungous beak. Gary soon got Davy gambling ( which is another pretty good story ) and we won about 300.00. Davy pulls up, but has us wait while they call for another player to come play. This guy I did know, I forget his name, but they called him " the Peoria kid " I had seen him play and knew that Gary had the nuts... so they started negotiating how they would play.
Now Gary liked to dress in those gray work uniforms, and always had one of those red and white bandanas hanging from his back pocket. He had it down to an art playing the dummy. I'd better explain now that some of the gambling jargon then was slightly different than now. For example, it was common to use the expression to " freeze up " whatever amount the bet was going to be. And rather than saying play a "race" it was more common to say ( in this case ) 11 out of 21. But Gary, with a perfectly straight face tells the kid's stakehorse that he'll play a " freezer " for 300.00 but only if they play 10 out of 21. You could tell that the stakehorse was desperately trying not to laugh at this fool standing in front of him. He kinda nonchalantly nudged the player with his elbow so he'd keep quiet,and then politely said, "you mean 11 out of 21?" Gary, still with a dumb innocent look on his face says, " I'll play either way."
I have many Pinkowski stories, but that's one of my favorites. We had a lot of fun in those years.
( yes, Gary got the cash )
 
good one!

Good story. I had a gambling partner that could really lay it down too. He wasn't real fond of bathing or shaving and sometimes his clothes would stand up in the corner when he finally took them off. A pretty grubby individual and lacking in front teeth as any real man was from his neck of the woods. Turn twenty with front teeth and it was a sure sign you were a woose. Well, a few of the girls had teeth but not many!

He would make a small bet and then grab up the bridge to break with if there was one around. He could make it believable. He couldn't make a ball even with a stick but after he shot you couldn't either! It wasn't unusual for his early games to last seemingly forever. Few people noticed that he was shooting pretty good a few hours later.

He had a wife and children and of course a house trailer. I used to pass by and snatch him up for a few day trip now and then and when I brought him home I would shut down the vehicle and coast past his place, dropping him off just out of sight and making my getaway. His wife had his 30-30 in the trailer and knew how to use it.

Eventually Louisiana got too hot for him and he moved back to Houston. Last I knew he was in Mississippi. Don't know where he is but we sure had some good times way back when. Still both alive to tell about them which is pretty amazing in itself.

Hu


streak said:
Some of you older guys may remember Gary Pinkowski. He died maybe ten years ago, but at one time was a pretty solid player.
Anyway, he and I were in Peoria,( about 1974...75 ) looking for a local player that went by the nickname of " Hook Nose Davy". We found him in a bar downtown where he's playing 2.00 six-ball. I had never seen him before, but there was no doubt who he was when I spotted his humungous beak. Gary soon got Davy gambling ( which is another pretty good story ) and we won about 300.00. Davy pulls up, but has us wait while they call for another player to come play. This guy I did know, I forget his name, but they called him " the Peoria kid " I had seen him play and knew that Gary had the nuts... so they started negotiating how they would play.
Now Gary liked to dress in those gray work uniforms, and always had one of those red and white bandanas hanging from his back pocket. He had it down to an art playing the dummy. I'd better explain now that some of the gambling jargon then was slightly different than now. For example, it was common to use the expression to " freeze up " whatever amount the bet was going to be. And rather than saying play a "race" it was more common to say ( in this case ) 11 out of 21. But Gary, with a perfectly straight face tells the kid's stakehorse that he'll play a " freezer " for 300.00 but only if they play 10 out of 21. You could tell that the stakehorse was desperately trying not to laugh at this fool standing in front of him. He kinda nonchalantly nudged the player with his elbow so he'd keep quiet,and then politely said, "you mean 11 out of 21?" Gary, still with a dumb innocent look on his face says, " I'll play either way."
I have many Pinkowski stories, but that's one of my favorites. We had a lot of fun in those years.
( yes, Gary got the cash )
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streak said:
Some of you older guys may remember Gary Pinkowski. He died maybe ten years ago, but at one time was a pretty solid player.
Anyway, he and I were in Peoria,( about 1974...75 ) looking for a local player that went by the nickname of " Hook Nose Davy". We found him in a bar downtown where he's playing 2.00 six-ball. I had never seen him before, but there was no doubt who he was when I spotted his humungous beak. Gary soon got Davy gambling ( which is another pretty good story ) and we won about 300.00. Davy pulls up, but has us wait while they call for another player to come play. This guy I did know, I forget his name, but they called him " the Peoria kid " I had seen him play and knew that Gary had the nuts... so they started negotiating how they would play.
Now Gary liked to dress in those gray work uniforms, and always had one of those red and white bandanas hanging from his back pocket. He had it down to an art playing the dummy. I'd better explain now that some of the gambling jargon then was slightly different than now. For example, it was common to use the expression to " freeze up " whatever amount the bet was going to be. And rather than saying play a "race" it was more common to say ( in this case ) 11 out of 21. But Gary, with a perfectly straight face tells the kid's stakehorse that he'll play a " freezer " for 300.00 but only if they play 10 out of 21. You could tell that the stakehorse was desperately trying not to laugh at this fool standing in front of him. He kinda nonchalantly nudged the player with his elbow so he'd keep quiet,and then politely said, "you mean 11 out of 21?" Gary, still with a dumb innocent look on his face says, " I'll play either way."
I have many Pinkowski stories, but that's one of my favorites. We had a lot of fun in those years.
( yes, Gary got the cash )
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I didn't know Gary, but I really like his style. :grin:

JoeyA
 
streak said:
you're right JoeyA...he had style...are there still people out there having fun scuffling??
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Sending you some REP for a good story that made me smile.

I heard through the grapevine that JHENDY is planning on doing a little scuffling clear across the country. Maybe he will bring a barber with him.
JoeyA
 
JoeyA

That's great JoeyA... It seems as though all the good road stories took place years ago...Best examples are Jay's, I always enjoy it when he digs into his memory bank and shares with us. Anyway, maybe we'll have some modern stories and will be able to compare then vs. now...
 
Dave Nelson said:
And they are all bullshit.

Hey Crawfish, don't think too harshly of me. I am not apposed to bullshit when it is entertaining. I just read, "Road Player", the Danny Dilliberto story, by Jerry forsyth. I enjoyed it, though I suspect there was a word or 2 of bullshit here and there. It's all about pool, you love pool, I love pool, Danny Dilliberto, loves pool. I love most everybody who loves pool. I suspect that even Jesus loves pool. If he doesn't, he is no friend of mine.

Dave Nelson
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Oh, my friend, I beg to differ.
 
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