Great verbal comebacks

I used to go to Russ Maddox's Pickwick Club in Dayton....I was a kid then...
..Russ gave me lots of good advice...when he wasn't staking players against me.

His manager, Everett, was a dynamite 3-cushion player...coached the Hawk.
One day they were getting the billiard table re-clothed....bed and rails were done...
...but the mechanic had to go out for a bolt...one had been cross-threaded.
...so the four rails were lying on the floor around the table.

A customer walked in and asked "What the hell happened here?"
Everett said "I don't know who he was...but he had the strongest stroke I ever saw!"

"Blew the rails right off the table!" :grin:

PT, was Howard Barrett working for Russ any of those years you were going in that room?
 
"Blew the rails right off the table!" :grin:

PT, was Howard Barrett working for Russ any of those years you were going in that room?

Never ran into Howard Barrett....heard about him though, from Glenn Knowles.
I met Glenn in a downstairs room in Youngstown...didn't know who he was...
..playing $5 a game nine-ball...I was up 4 or 5 games...thought he might be reeling me in..
...said to him "I can see you're a player...we gotta jack it to at least a hundred."
..Glenn declined.....I gave him his money back and told him to pay the time.

A sweater told me quietly on the side..."That's Glenn Knowles...he gambles, probably
more than you...he's just got no money right now. See that guy playing table tennis in
the corner? Glenn tried to give him the 5,6,7,8 and lost this room to him." :eek:
 
Never ran into Howard Barrett....heard about him though, from Glenn Knowles.
I met Glenn in a downstairs room in Youngstown...didn't know who he was...
..playing $5 a game nine-ball...I was up 4 or 5 games...thought he might be reeling me in..
...said to him "I can see you're a player...we gotta jack it to at least a hundred."
..Glenn declined.....I gave him his money back and told him to pay the time.

A sweater told me quietly on the side..."That's Glenn Knowles...he gambles, probably
more than you...he's just got no money right now. See that guy playing table tennis in
the corner? Glenn tried to give him the 5,6,7,8 and lost this room to him." :eek:

Oops... speaking of chasing your own money.

Howard was one HELL of a player. Very, very smart, very cagey. And more talent in his little finger than most have in their skinny little bodies. And CHOCK FULL of stories, as one might expect... the year or so I spent in Tallahassee when he was running Pastime Billiards were good days. Really, really good days.
 
Oops... speaking of chasing your own money.

Howard was one HELL of a player. Very, very smart, very cagey. And more talent in his little finger than most have in their skinny little bodies. And CHOCK FULL of stories, as one might expect... the year or so I spent in Tallahassee when he was running Pastime Billiards were good days. Really, really good days.

What did Howard look like?
I played an old guy with almost no hair who ran a room downstairs in Talahassee in the
late sixties...he said he was too old for punks like me...we became friends...
...he used to play 15 balls off Mosconi at straight pool.
 
What did Howard look like?
I played an old guy with almost no hair who ran a room downstairs in Talahassee in the
late sixties...he said he was too old for punks like me...we became friends...
...he used to play 15 balls off Mosconi at straight pool.

That sounds like Pastime. The bar was upstairs, pool room was downstairs. But that wouldn't have been Howard. I was there in 74-ish and he was probably late 50s at that point. A bit of the jug-ear look. Full head of dark hair, though, combed straight back. Spoke with a bit of a drawl, as he was from N. Carolina, I believe. His long time girl friend's name was Patty. And she played jam up 14.1.
 
I played a guy once, and after losing about three sets he slammed his cue on the table and said "I can't concentrate...the pockets are too big!"
 
My buddy Steve 'Broken Bones' in Denver one time was playing a guy and had him stuck several sets and needed to leave. The guy said "You gotta give me a chance to win my money back."

Steve fired back "Oh crap! Now I have to wait here until you learn how to play?"

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A few weeks ago in the finals of a bar table race to 1 8b I broke and ran out. I shook my opponents hand and said "nice shooting" out of habit. "What? I didn't even shoot?" he said. Quickly I replied "Shut up! I wasn't talking to you!". Then we both laughed a bit. We are friendly. I don't think I would have said that to a stranger.
 
My buddy Steve 'Broken Bones' in Denver one time was playing a guy and had him stuck several sets and needed to leave. The guy said "You gotta give me a chance to win my money back."

Steve fired back "Oh crap! Now I have to wait here until you learn how to play?"

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A few weeks ago in the finals of a bar table race to 1 8b I broke and ran out. I shook my opponents hand and said "nice shooting" out of habit. "What? I didn't even shoot?" he said. Quickly I replied "Shut up! I wasn't talking to you!". Then we both laughed a bit. We are friendly. I don't think I would have said that to a stranger.

Nicceeeee!


A player ( pretty sporty one ) from way back was playing horribly one day and after missing basically a straight in ball for the umpteenth time, he quit in exasperation, saying, "I can't hit a cow in the ass with a shovel." to which his opponent, a player he knew very well, responded, "Hell, you couldn't hit a cow in the ass from 5 feet with a shotgun." Obviously, we all thought that was pretty amusing.
 
Nicceeeee!


A player ( pretty sporty one ) from way back was playing horribly one day and after missing basically a straight in ball for the umpteenth time, he quit in exasperation, saying, "I can't hit a cow in the ass with a shovel." to which his opponent, a player he knew very well, responded, "Hell, you couldn't hit a cow in the ass from 5 feet with a shotgun." Obviously, we all thought that was pretty amusing.

Lol. That's pretty good too!
 
I was a kid in California....not old enough to grow sideburns...but I felt like a road player.
..went to a room where there was some snooker action....they had a 3-cushion table
beside the snooker table...but I'm pretty sure I was clocked ogling the snooker table.

A old guy (to me) in his 50s asked "You looking for action, kid?"
I said "Yeah, I wanna play some 3-cushion."
The guy squints at me and says "Sonny, you ever hear of the hustler who had to sleep
in the sucker's barn?"
 
I was a kid in California....not old enough to grow sideburns...but I felt like a road player.
..went to a room where there was some snooker action....they had a 3-cushion table
beside the snooker table...but I'm pretty sure I was clocked ogling the snooker table.

A old guy (to me) in his 50s asked "You looking for action, kid?"
I said "Yeah, I wanna play some 3-cushion."
The guy squints at me and says "Sonny, you ever hear of the hustler who had to sleep
in the sucker's barn?"

I wonder if the sucker's barn was financed by the the state of California, considering almost anyone needing a room there was flat busted! :grin:
 
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