I'll bring Wendy's?
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Gambling 101
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I'll bring Wendy's?
There used to be a couple older guys who played each other one pocket at a pool hall in St Louis. They would argue loudly and pull moves on each other. They asked me more than once why I didn't want to play them some cheap one pocket.
I politely declined but the reason should have been obvious. I'm not desperate enough to get in a game with people like that. I wonder how people like that function outside of a pool hall. Does it only come out when they walk through the door of the pool hall?
I politely declined but the reason should have been obvious. I'm not desperate enough to get in a game with people like that. I wonder how people like that function outside of a pool hall. Does it only come out when they walk through the door of the pool hall?
Got eem! :grin-square:
Could this have been at C&C? LOL, sounds familiar.
That's harsh, do you understand the role of Dopamine? Here's an excerpt from a national geographic article entitled "The New Explorers and the Risks They Take:
“When you’re talking about someone who takes risks to accomplish something – climb a mountain, start a company, run for office, become a Navy SEAL – that’s driven by motivation, and motivation is driven by the dopamine system. This is what compels humans to move forwards.”
...but then again I am a short term living American
This month thousands of people across the country will fill out brackets for March Madness...betting on teams that many have never heard of in office pools around the country. Senators and congressmen have friendly wagers when their alma maters play each other in various sports. Heck I was read an article on the bookies that worked the Roman Coliseum.
My point is, gambling has been around since people started competing against each other. It sometimes seems that people in the pool world make it into a much bigger negative than it needs to be. YMMV
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I must get some of that turmeric. Getting tougher everyday to get down on a ball like I could when I was 20
Jay, I never knew there was ANY other way to play, except for the cheese! As you well know!
The only person I would play for fun with was my life long friend, George Fels, it was sort of a playing lesson for him and I.
Here's an article, (not really related to the title of thread), but, interesting how He and I spent some weekends together!
George Fels – TIPS&SHAFTS
WEEKENDS WITH BILL
Remember the pod people in the classic movie “Invasion of the Body Snatchers”? They live in the form of three-cushion billiard players, especially when they’re trying to convert you from pool. The billiardist fix you with that serene if peculiar Hare Krishna-like smile that suggests the successful breaking of wind after politely after holding it in for far too long , pat you on the shoulder or wrist and intone, “you’ll feel better, once you’re one of us.”
Of course, there’s always the question of just how long one gets to be one of them. In this country the game continues its slow, sad trudge toward obsolescence. Its practitioners age unusually gracefully; Willie Hoppe, won world championships an astounding 47 years apart. Yet nobody young seems to want to play billiards; the best players in America score on just about half their tries, and the average guy simply want a higher rate of gratification than that.
In my own case the no-pocket players have been trying to recruit me for decades. As I age, their point makes increasing sense, widening an already-wide chasm between logic and passion. I don’t question that billiards would be my best game by far if I approached it with the same fire I burn for pool; it may be anyway. But, I just don’t care for it as much, so why bother? Billiards is like a nice lady with whom you spend a courteous and enjoyable first date but feel no sparks: you’re never going to be the guy, so why waste her time?
But that doesn’t mean you don’t want the lady to find someone else either, and in Chicago, she’s chosen the second- best player in the United States, the mercurial Bill Smith. Even players ranked amongst Europe’s top 10, thus the top 10 in the World, mention Smith admiringly as the only player who plays all three balls; he has beaten every single ranked American in tournament competition except for perennial champion Sang Lee. It can be mesmerizing just to watch him practice. Which is approximately all one will get to do with Smith. Although he has been with the same women for over 11 years, and has a young daughter he adores, Smith rides pretty much alone in life, and that extends to his billiards. He will not have anything to do any of the specially seeded, favorite- favoring tournaments such as those proposed by Carom Corner, and neither is he interested in the so-called U.S. Championships which freely invite international talent from the same countries that deny Americans entry to their meets. Nor is he attracted to the friendly action almost always available in his home room Chris’s Billiards; there is no man alive who ever bet more at caroms than Bill Smith (he wagered a high-living $85,000.00on a single doubles game once, which he and his partner won handily), thus a $20 stake holds little allure for him, and even if it did, he feels as though the entire room is rooting against him to lose.
The one opponent he will accept is the room’s pool player who never plays anyone else either, namely me. We have been buddies for over 40 years, during which time I have won exactly one game from him. Since I can’t possibly win, there is absolutely no pressure on me to; I make it my goal to score at least half the points he does. If he completes a 25 point game in 20 innings, or at 1.25- and that’s not better than average for him, at least not at Chris’s- then I need to proceed at .625 to get my triumphant 13, at least a 33% jump from my normal speed.
Predictably, however, I spend considerable time in the chair on the billiard side of the room, just as I used to on the side with pockets. It’s well worth it, if Bill Smith is on his game; watching him, one is reminded of the great poet Colcridge’s assertion that “Simplicity is genius,” and that man has figured out few endeavors for himself more flowing and elegant than three-cushion billiards. Smith rarely hits the balls hard; even more rarely does he utilize any practice strokes. Thanks to his late mentor, the encyclopedic Ernie Presto, he sees shots no one else sees and knows systems few others know. Smith’s most gently stroked ball still magically maintains its sidespin past every single rail contacted; he feathers balls you expect him to power, and powers balls you expect him to feather, and scores, scores, scores, with barely enough speed to reach the target, while the three balls line up like trained monkeys for yet more naturals.
Of late though, life has handed me something of a last hurrah with the cue games. I’ve been into fitness roughly for the past two years less than I’ve been at pool, thus the legs and back are still reasonably fit, and you think I could pursue this obsession, at or near the same level I’ve
maintained since the Pleistocene Era, until I become feeble. But there isn’t anything to explain this. Over the last few months, I’ve been permitted forays into the 80’s and even 90’s at practice 14.1. And on the pocket less tables, over a period of five or six weeks, I averaged very near .75 finishing a dutiful second to Bill Smith in our games, at least a 50% leap from what I might ordinarily expect.
It’s exhilarating and downright alarming at the same time. Exactly how did I achieve these cheeky flirtations with excellence? Haven’t a clue. How long will it last? You might as well inquire as to how long I’ll last, which, in this cocktail hour of my life, gets silently asked, despite going unanswered, with ever-increasing frequency.
Championship status would be probably more fulfilling, but it was pre-ordained ages ago that was just not meant to be. For that matter, romance would very likely be a better long-term companion too, but that’s not much more realistic than those championship fantasies. In the meantime, there are the well played weekends with Bill Smith, not all a bad way to watch the passing parade.
Billiards Digest-September 2002
Yes it was and I moved away from St Louis more than 10 years ago but I still remember those guys.
I do it because I like it. I play pool as a means to gamble. I buy and sell cues because I'm gambling I can make money.
I fish just to fish, will golf for same reason, but I'll rarely play pool just to do it. Either a tournament, gambling, or singles lead. The competition is nice, but not as fun as making a game.
I gamble with people I know, most play better than me. In other words not trying to hustle anyone, really just a way to keep score.
I fish just to fish, will golf for same reason, but I'll rarely play pool just to do it. Either a tournament, gambling, or singles lead. The competition is nice, but not as fun as making a game.
I gamble with people I know, most play better than me. In other words not trying to hustle anyone, really just a way to keep score.
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there is a few guys that I only play fun pool with.
But there is one that i play one pocket with.the bet is only $10 a game and its more that i want to beat him then the $10.
Hell i'll play any living human one pocket for $10 a game.
But there is one that i play one pocket with.the bet is only $10 a game and its more that i want to beat him then the $10.
Hell i'll play any living human one pocket for $10 a game.
I've had lots of fun watching other people gamble. Seen some good fights, seen a few
people lose their shorts.
Even here in Denver some of large sums changed hands more than a few times. I used
to love to watch the pros that came through. There were a few guys around here that played at
that level, or at almost that level. Those were some fun matches to watch.
But to watch the amount of cash handed over afterwards kinda made me queezy.
I never need the cash to make the game interesting or to keep my attention, I just
wanted to play.
I found that when money enters the game the ass-hole factor increases by about 11000%.
It just causes problems. My game had enough issues I didn't need money jacking it up worse.
But I love the stories you guys tell, it's the stuff they write books about.
people lose their shorts.
Even here in Denver some of large sums changed hands more than a few times. I used
to love to watch the pros that came through. There were a few guys around here that played at
that level, or at almost that level. Those were some fun matches to watch.
But to watch the amount of cash handed over afterwards kinda made me queezy.
I never need the cash to make the game interesting or to keep my attention, I just
wanted to play.
I found that when money enters the game the ass-hole factor increases by about 11000%.
It just causes problems. My game had enough issues I didn't need money jacking it up worse.
But I love the stories you guys tell, it's the stuff they write books about.
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