Funny woofing stories...

ghost ball said:
I thought it was loser pays for each ball he has on the table.
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If someone is playing for $4 per ball and can't play a lick, it is risky to predict how they are going to score.

If you are paying by the ball, it is not unreasonable to count the number of balls the winner made (8 at 8 ball, usually) minus the number the loser made, which could be from 0 to 7.

Not clear how you are supposed to score an early 8.
 
I was on big Easter tournament at southern Finland maybe 8-10 years ago. There was a guy who always go for action and he let everybody understand how tough he is. Anyways guy was not a A-player(my thought) but he just were coming from U.S and he said he played there almost a year One Pocket for living(backed). I noticed he had improved a quite lot and was A player then.
He then yells big voice to everybody: "I will play against anyone One Pocket 20€ or 50€ rack." There was all Finnish top players around. No tables available to money games at time because tournament was running. I wanted to see if I can play One pocket(never played against any good player yet) and I challenged(20 per rack) him after tournament was over for that day and won 9-1. He then tells tables were bad pockets too easy for One Pocket etc... "If these would be Diamonds you would be crushed.. :grin-square:

I don´t say anything and take my money.
After I was gonna leave to home (600km to drive) same guy asks for lift. He is living halfway from my hometown. I give him a ride and he then tells "our city poolhall got new Diamonds" So we go check them and more One pocket 20 per rack. When he was 8-0 down he quit and yells "You play wrong! I play how it should be played. You just shoot every bank and kick in!" I just answer "If I can get safe same time why not try?" :wink:
 
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Poolmanis said:
I was on big Easter tournament at southern Finland maybe 8-10 years ago. There was a guy who always go for action and he let everybody understand how tough he is. Anyways guy was not a A-player(my thought) but he just were coming from U.S and he said he played there almost a year One Pocket for living(backed). I noticed he had improved a quite lot and was A player then.
He then yells big voice to everybody: "I will play against anyone One Pocket 20€ or 50€ rack." There was all Finnish top players around. No tables available to money games at time because tournament was running. I wanted to see if I can play One pocket(never played against any good player yet) and I challenged(20 per rack) him after tournament was over for that day and won 9-1. He then tells tables were bad pockets too easy for One Pocket etc... "If these would be Diamonds you would be crushed.. :grin-square:

I don´t say anything and take my money.
After I was gonna leave to home (600km to drive) same guy asks for lift. He is living halfway from my hometown. I give him a ride and he then tells "our city poolhall got new Diamonds" So we go check them and more One pocket 20 per rack. When he was 8-0 down he quit and yells "You play wrong! I play how it should be played. You just shoot every bank and kick in!" I just answer "If I can get safe same time why not try?" :wink:
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Dang,I'm scared of you:wink:
 
I think we've all been caught woofing one time or another when we shouldn't have lol. I think as long as when you get caught you at least throw a honey or two out just to not look like a complete jack azz it's all in good fun 😆
 
BmoreMoney said:
I think we've all been caught woofing one time or another when we shouldn't have lol. I think as long as when you get caught you at least throw a honey or two out just to not look like a complete jack azz it's all in good fun ��
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Heck yeah! I agree with this completely. If you're gonna step up and shout something ridiculous out, just to get some action going, or if you think you really are the stone cold best in the room.... you better be able to back it up with a game or two of what you woofed!

I came in the pool hall on a Saturday afternoon and it wasn't packed, maybe 11 people and I knew 7 of them. I yelled "Everybody in here gets the 7 out!! Flip it!!!" Just then I saw a friend of mine that I knew come from smoking out back....he beats me mercilessly.
"Correction.......Everybody in here gets the called 8!!":p
 
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Some years ago when Texas Hold'em was so popular we used to have Hold'em tournaments in our pool hall. We were playing pool gambling cheap a new guy was playing who wasn't so good. Stopped playing to play cards new guy spouts off he knows he's not that good at pool but he can beat anybody playing foosball. Says he will play for whatever my friend digs in his pocket pulls out $440 so can you cover that? Guy said yeah I got that covered.
Friend asks your play anybody? Guy says yeah anybody here!
My friend yells Ice I've got you a money game playing foosball.Ice sticks his head around the corner and says bring it.
Newbie says," not him.I cant beat him". We jabbed at that guy for a week before he realized he couldnt hang.
 
BmoreMoney said:
Someone who only has $28 bucks in their pocket???
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:rotflmao1::rotflmao1::rotflmao1::rotflmao1::rotflmao1: Great answer!!!!!!

The way I add it up this is correct. Game is 8 ball and loser pays for every ball he has left on table=7 balls max=$28.00 BIG ONES
 
ExilePreacher said:
Drunk Dick comes walking over and says "I think he's full of sh!t, he can't beat me!" So I just pull out a wad of hundreds and say I got three thousand that says I can, how much you wanna pay to find out. Dick never says a word, he just turns around and returns to his beer and barstool. The other guy is merciless, he yells, "Dick be scared, y'all see that Dick done walked away!" For two hours he keeps yells "Dick walked away!" Relentless. Finally Dick left, other guy in tow giving him hell.
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Yep, you over--played your hand, gave him too much info....I been there.

I was a kid, in Pensecola,, walked into an action room....another kid about 2years older..
....walks right up to me...at our relative ages, he thinks he forgot more than I'll ever know.
Asks me to play 9-ball, $20 a game....I said okay.
He gets out his cue....stops....and says "By the way, I got no small bills....will you be able
to change a $500 bill?"
So I went to my stash pocket....pulled out a little packet of $500 bills....said....
"You mean like these?....maybe we can just up the price."

Now he looks at me with respect...puts his cue away....
...don't wanna do nothin', no how, no way.
 
One of these stories reminded me of another one I have. This is a lesson that I still keep

close to my heart. One guy comes in during the days, gives me a hard time, I am just a kid

at the time, maybe 15 years old, I remember he kept calling me 'Al Bundy', anyways I kept

ducking him, and finally decided to play for some serious cash. I had $20 in my pocket,

we were playing $5 a game. I was a kid...we ended up playing for hours, and although I

didn't bust him I beat him. Turns out my $20 couldn't cover the table time...the lesson,

don't fire bullets against BB's, you have too much to lose and not enough to win. Post up!
 
pt109 said:
Yep, you over--played your hand, gave him too much info....I been there.

I was a kid, in Pensecola,, walked into an action room....another kid about 2years older..
....walks right up to me...at our relative ages, he thinks he forgot more than I'll ever know.
Asks me to play 9-ball, $20 a game....I said okay.
He gets out his cue....stops....and says "By the way, I got no small bills....will you be able
to change a $500 bill?"
So I went to my stash pocket....pulled out a little packet of $500 bills....said....
"You mean like these?....maybe we can just up the price."

Now he looks at me with respect...puts his cue away....
...don't wanna do nothin', no how, no way.
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Were your $500 bills a nice golden color?


Neil
 
My favorite woofing story isn't a specific incident but a guy who used to go to the pool hall and woof at himself. He would get a table and play by himself missing balls and voicing his displeasure with his game, not loud or obnoxious but enough to get the attention of others. "Others" - mostly unsuspecting newcomers - would notice he didn't play very well. It was like a magnet. Not once did I ever see him approach anybody to gamble.
 
One of the people I grew up playing pool with was in an old guy in a wheelchair. He was a real good player when he was young and then he went to WWII and got shot up by a machine gun in France. When he came back and got out of the hospital he had to learn how to play all over again from the wheel chair. He played one-pocket and 9-ball with just about anybody and beat most of them.

He would bet on ANYTHING. He would take his pills (medicine he called it) and then have a few shots and beers and would play any game of any kind for any amount of money he had.

He once had a bit of his "medicine" and bet he could swim a river between AR and MO and when somebody called him on it they all drove to the river. Before anybody could see what the hell happened he flipped himself over the bridge rail, and landed about 25 feet below in the water, and was swimming across the river before anyone could figure out just WTF happened. It was about midnight and as dark as hell. He made it across the river and crawled up on the bank and they had to bring him back up the levee to get him back in his wheel chair and he wanted his money. Him and all the witnesses were all drunk as hell. He had some strong ass swimming arms from rolling that wheel chair around for about 40 years. He was about 60 at this time.

I saw him bet even money playing dice and he would take 3 as his point. He used to take me around backing me in pool games around the various towns and bars and he'd be losing more money playing cards and dice than I could make playing pool.

However, that wasn't his best game. He claimed to be the WORLD'S GREATEST MUMBLETY-PEG PLAYER and would whip out his pocket knife.

For those of you who don't know what that is, here is an explanation from Wikipedia:

"Mumblety-peg is generally played between two people with the aid of a pocket knife. In one version of the game, two opponents stand opposite one another with their feet shoulder-width apart. The first player then takes the knife and throws it to "stick" in the ground as near his own foot as possible. The second player then repeats the process. Whichever player "sticks" the knife closest to his own foot wins the game.

If a player "sticks" the knife in his own foot, he wins the game by default, although few players find this option appealing because of the possibility of bodily harm. The game combines not only precision in the knife-throwing, but also a good deal of bravado and proper assessment of one's own skills."

I never saw anybody take him up on his mumblety-peg challenge. He couldn't move his feet if he tried, had no feelings in his legs and he wouldn't have felt a damn thing even if the knife went through his foot.

He died a few years back and he was a gambling legend around where I lived. He lost a hell of a lot more than he won, but he loved the action.
 
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