I usually just play bar 8 ball for a few bucks. Usually if you win a few bucks, they quit.
Have you ever baited a player in?
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I usually just play bar 8 ball for a few bucks. Usually if you win a few bucks, they quit.
In that case it is best to just play. You are not playing with players who actually want to gamble, the money is just something to do. You also don't want to be hustling non-players who may take it personal who you see all the time. As they say, "A dog never sh!t's where he eats". No need to make enemies.
That's true! I don't try to hustle anybody. I just play my game.
If I'm hot, nobody plays too long.
If I'm not, everybody wants a piece of me. :smile:
Many times in my ROAD DAYS>>>>>>>>
One particular time I remember well and was kind of funny. I was in Benton, Il and it was my first day in town. I met a guy, can't remember his name, but he jumped right up and played me for $50 a rack 8 ball. He played so bad.
I had to move the balls around while lying it down just so he could make a few so it looked better. The only way this guy could win was if I shot all his balls in for him.
I knew he could afford to lose. He had on a $500 suit and his shoes I'll bet cost at leas $200. In 1983 that was nice stuff.
He lost about $900.
I stayed there for about 2 month and worked the area. When I was getting to the end of the line as far as players were, they called in a guy named Sammy Sota, not sure how to pronounce the name, to try and get some of the money back. For the 2 month I was about $15,000 winners. It had been a great trip.
I played him at the 105 by the railroad tracks. A guy named Ted owned it if I remember right. I thought there was going to be $5000 per set bet for sure. Eveyone in town thought Sammy was gong to clean my clock. In fact they almost had me convinced. When I found out there was only around a $1000 a set to bet I was kind of relieved.
I guess I had gotten most of the loose cash in town already.
I won 3 sets. 2 were real close. This guy sammy sota could play. I could have easily lost those 2 close sets. We were playing on an Irving Kay with real tight pockets and a great big cue ball.
The next day I was at the local restuarant and in comes the guy with the suit that I beat out of $900 2 months before when I first got to Benton.
He sat down and ordered his food and told me dinner was on him. It turned out he bet $1000 a set with his buddy at the 105 when I was playing Sammy. Not so dumb after all?
Turns out this guy I thought was a sucker was the only guy in town that made any money while I was there. I thought maybe he just might be sharper than I thought.
Then he told me about this guy in Padducka, Kentucky that I should go play.
Immediately I took back all my thoughts about thinking this guy was pretty sharp.
The guy he wanted me to play was Buddy Hall.
At this time I knew Buddy played too good. Nobody knew me back then and I wanted to keep it like that.
If I did play good enough to win it surely would have ruined alot of action for me.
If lost I would lose my money. Buddy Hall I knew was a lose/lose situation. If I won I lose and if I lost I lose.
Does anyone from Benton, Il know David Ore. He was only about 20 years old back then. We became pretty good friends. If anyone on here knows him give David my number. 715-563-8712
He kind of save my life when I was there. Him and his little buddy. Now that's a whole new story....
One particular time I remember well and was kind of funny. I was in Benton, Il and it was my first day in town. I met a guy, can't remember his name, but he jumped right up and played me for $50 a rack 8 ball. He played so bad.
I had to move the balls around while lying it down just so he could make a few so it looked better. The only way this guy could win was if I shot all his balls in for him.
I knew he could afford to lose. He had on a $500 suit and his shoes I'll bet cost at leas $200. In 1983 that was nice stuff.
He lost about $900.
I stayed there for about 2 month and worked the area. When I was getting to the end of the line as far as players were, they called in a guy named Sammy Sota, not sure how to pronounce the name, to try and get some of the money back. For the 2 month I was about $15,000 winners. It had been a great trip.
I played him at the 105 by the railroad tracks. A guy named Ted owned it if I remember right. I thought there was going to be $5000 per set bet for sure. Eveyone in town thought Sammy was gong to clean my clock. In fact they almost had me convinced. When I found out there was only around a $1000 a set to bet I was kind of relieved.
I guess I had gotten most of the loose cash in town already.
I won 3 sets. 2 were real close. This guy sammy sota could play. I could have easily lost those 2 close sets. We were playing on an Irving Kay with real tight pockets and a great big cue ball.
The next day I was at the local restuarant and in comes the guy with the suit that I beat out of $900 2 months before when I first got to Benton.
He sat down and ordered his food and told me dinner was on him. It turned out he bet $1000 a set with his buddy at the 105 when I was playing Sammy. Not so dumb after all?
Turns out this guy I thought was a sucker was the only guy in town that made any money while I was there. I thought maybe he just might be sharper than I thought.
Then he told me about this guy in Padducka, Kentucky that I should go play.
Immediately I took back all my thoughts about thinking this guy was pretty sharp.
The guy he wanted me to play was Buddy Hall.
At this time I knew Buddy played too good. Nobody knew me back then and I wanted to keep it like that.
If I did play good enough to win it surely would have ruined alot of action for me.
If lost I would lose my money. Buddy Hall I knew was a lose/lose situation. If I won I lose and if I lost I lose.
Does anyone from Benton, Il know David Ore. He was only about 20 years old back then. We became pretty good friends. If anyone on here knows him give David my number. 715-563-8712
He kind of save my life when I was there. Him and his little buddy. Now that's a whole new story....
Every time I try and "bait" someone, I ALWAYS seem to get the guys who win one and are done just so they can say they won and I am out the money and they refuse to play again, happened 4 times in 1 week about a year ago for quite a bit of money, so I gave up on that unless I have seen them gamble more than once. The only two "cash cows" I ever got never had to be baited and it was nice until one of them air barreled me for a grand (as well as several other players around) he had lost so much money and always been good for it people started trusting him a little. He is now no longer even allowed around here anymore. The other guy would just go off for $200-$500 at least twice a week, then he moved to vegas.
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best to lose early and late
Good to lose early and late. Those are the games and sets people remember and they can conveniently forget they didn't do too good in the middle. One of the few nice things about a place that isn't a 24 hour joint, you can lose right at closing time and what the other player remembers is that they had you on the run when the joint closed. "If only the place didn't have to close I would have busted you!"
You know you are doing things right when 3/4 the people in a hall figure that you are about even with them skillwise.
Hu
Good to lose early and late. Those are the games and sets people remember and they can conveniently forget they didn't do too good in the middle. One of the few nice things about a place that isn't a 24 hour joint, you can lose right at closing time and what the other player remembers is that they had you on the run when the joint closed. "If only the place didn't have to close I would have busted you!"
You know you are doing things right when 3/4 the people in a hall figure that you are about even with them skillwise.
Hu
Here is the real rule of thumb. Unlike in the movies, you never let the sucker get ahead and play with your money. One of two things will happen when you play someone properly. First you get them stuck, and if they just quit right off the bat you were not going to win anything no matter how long you played with them. You just take your winnings and go, don't even bother offering a spot.
The second scenario is you get them stuck for a small amount. If they don't quit and show they have some heart there is no telling how much you may win. You keep them stuck and let them chase their money stalling a bit if necessary and keeping them in the game. You can at a point begin offering spots and they may continue to chase. That is how it is done in the real world. Letting them get ahead and play your with your money is a waste of time in almost every situation.
The important thing is you have to play your game to an extent no matter what. You can't go from being a spaz to a champion when the bet goes up. You have to develop a way of playing that allows you to play at different speeds without looking ridiculous. You never know, the guy may have a friend who he wants you to play who is a better player and you will have to play better to win. Your play can't be night and day. You have to always play pretty good. That is the great thing about 9-ball, you can just give the guy the right shot here and there and he gets out on his own keeping him in the game and optimistic.
People will have their own opinions of players who do this, but is it really that much different then bluffing in a poker game? You underpay your advantage in order to maximize your winnings. No one is holding a gun on the other player or making them do anything. They use their own instincts and experience and decide to play or not play.
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And that folks, is how it really is done:thumbup:
These guys weren't your usual "marks". I had seen them taken for money before and they were really cocky, so I thought if I let them get up on me (they knew how well I play) that their pride would get the best of them.
When I use to live in SF I use to stop by a saloon named The Bus Stop on Union Street in the Marina District. There was a man that owned a restaurant right across the street from my work that like to gamble some 8ball on the bar boxes. He wasnt a bad bar room player but I knew I could beat him at will so I never took him for more than 10 or 20 bucks at 5 a game. I always kept all the games close and let him win a few. He was a nice guy so I never felt the need to hustle him. As time went on he became this shit taking italian but it was mostly ball busting. He could get annoying at times but I put up with him and smiled to keep him in action. He had no idea my true speed and I kept it that way.
Then one day I got to work and found out that they took me off the schedule so I left without saying a word to anybody. I was a little heated but I felt like they were gonna let me go so I wasnt surprised. So off to the Bus Stop with a little over a 100 in my pocket and the thought of taking off this guy.
I knew I had to go big or nothing with him because I was gonna show some speed to make sure I won. Not having a job and gambling with what little money you have in the city of San Francisco is a dangerous spot to be in!!
I show up and he starts in with the ball busting and I told him you like the gamble right??? Sure he shoots back and says, "Lets play for 10 a game??"
"No" I said... "Lets play for a hundo... Race to 4!!" He looked at me with a bit of malice and then he smiled that crooked little smile of his with his gold tooth blinging.
"Sure buddy I think I can do that if you're willing to lose it.."
"RACK EM"
I buried him 4-0 in all of 15 minutes. He shot a total of 3 times in the four games and 2 of those times he was kicking and missed. He smiled and said good game. I asked to play him again and he said no.
What a Nit ya know... At least that's what I thought at the time because I didnt know how to nurse him and I just straight pounded him. He owned a very expensive restaurant and had plenty of money but like every true immigrant Italian owner Ive ever met... They know when not to invest their money in something no matter how small the investment is if they cant turn it over a couple of times.
After that day of taken him down I have never set foot in that place ever again
Then one day I got to work and found out that they took me off the schedule so I left without saying a word to anybody. I was a little heated but I felt like they were gonna let me go so I wasnt surprised. So off to the Bus Stop with a little over a 100 in my pocket and the thought of taking off this guy.
I knew I had to go big or nothing with him because I was gonna show some speed to make sure I won. Not having a job and gambling with what little money you have in the city of San Francisco is a dangerous spot to be in!!
I show up and he starts in with the ball busting and I told him you like the gamble right??? Sure he shoots back and says, "Lets play for 10 a game??"
"No" I said... "Lets play for a hundo... Race to 4!!" He looked at me with a bit of malice and then he smiled that crooked little smile of his with his gold tooth blinging.
"Sure buddy I think I can do that if you're willing to lose it.."
"RACK EM"
I buried him 4-0 in all of 15 minutes. He shot a total of 3 times in the four games and 2 of those times he was kicking and missed. He smiled and said good game. I asked to play him again and he said no.
What a Nit ya know... At least that's what I thought at the time because I didnt know how to nurse him and I just straight pounded him. He owned a very expensive restaurant and had plenty of money but like every true immigrant Italian owner Ive ever met... They know when not to invest their money in something no matter how small the investment is if they cant turn it over a couple of times.
After that day of taken him down I have never set foot in that place ever again
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I can't believe no one has put being a baiter and being a master at it together. :grin:
When I use to live in SF I use to stop by a saloon named The Bus Stop on Union Street in the Marina District. There was a man that owned a restaurant right across the street from my work that like to gamble some 8ball on the bar boxes. He wasnt a bad bar room player but I knew I could beat him at will so I never took him for more than 10 or 20 bucks at 5 a game. I always kept all the games close and let him win a few. He was a nice guy so I never felt the need to hustle him. As time went on he became this shit taking italian but it was mostly ball busting. He could get annoying at times but I put up with him and smiled to keep him in action. He had no idea my true speed and I kept it that way.
Then one day I got to work and found out that they took me off the schedule so I left without saying a word to anybody. I was a little heated but I felt like they were gonna let me go so I wasnt surprised. So off to the Bus Stop with a little over a 100 in my pocket and the thought of taking off this guy.
I knew I had to go big or nothing with him because I was gonna show some speed to make sure I won. Not having a job and gambling with what little money you have in the city of San Francisco is a dangerous spot to be in!!
I show up and he starts in with the ball busting and I told him you like the gamble right??? Sure he shoots back and says, "Lets play for 10 a game??"
"No" I said... "Lets play for a hundo... Race to 4!!" He looked at me with a bit of malice and then he smiled that crooked little smile of his with his gold tooth blinging.
"Sure buddy I think I can do that if you're willing to lose it.."
"RACK EM"
I buried him 4-0 in all of 15 minutes. He shot a total of 3 times in the four games and 2 of those times he was kicking and missed. He smiled and said good game. I asked to play him again and he said no.
What a Nit ya know... At least that's what I thought at the time because I didnt know how to nurse him and I just straight pounded him. He owned a very expensive restaurant and had plenty of money but like every true immigrant Italian owner Ive ever met... They know when not to invest their money in something no matter how small the investment is if they cant turn it over a couple of times.
After that day of taken him down I have never set foot in that place ever again
JJ,
You are a bad Man! You knocked your little player out completely. Nice story though, I like it. How did your job go? After they removed your name from the schedule?
Many Regards,
Lock N Load.
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Well this probably isn't quite the story you're looking for but here it goes;
When I was in my early 20's I was playing a buddy of mine some "bank the eight" 8-ball, but here's the kicker, you had to do a 4 rail or better bank. So we are going back and forth playing safeties, jockeying for that perfect position to make our 4-5 rail shot when this guy walks in and starts looking around. He sees us trying crazy shots and figures we are easy targets.
After 15 minutes my buddy gets a phone call and has to leave right away.(pregnant wife!) So I rack the balls up and get ready to break when this guys comes up to me and asks if I want to play for a few bucks. Right away I knew what he was thinking but I didn't know how good he was, only that I knew how bad he thought we were.
So I agree for some cheap sets and he gets the break. Right away I get the feeling that he isn't trying to look bad, he really is. He always went for the easy way out, never tried to do the smart thing. I decided not to change his perception of me. I figured after he lost he would quit, so I would try to barely win and leave it at that. I wasn't looking for any big game and I was about ready to go home anyways.
So I win the game, he pays and I figure that's it. Nope, fast Eddie here wants to play for $75.00 a game. He makes a big deal of it too, kinda like he's calling me out. I kinda laughed and said I wasn't looking for a game but if he really wants to I will. I made him post up, which he wasn't too happy about and we agreed on the game which he changed to 9 ball. So a race to 5 in 9 ball it was and we got underway. He held nothing back now, I could tell his stance and stroke was better but his overall game was still weak. He just didn't know how to take care of problems on the table and got completely screwed when he tried to play safety's. I played my game as best as I could, after all, he is the one that set this up and I had nothing to hide.
After I won the set he payed me the $75.00 and I offered to buy him a beer. He said "F^%^ you, playing chicken SH!T pool like that. Why don't you learn to play like a man instead of a chicken sh!T" Then he grabbed his cue and took off.
I just kinda stood there dumbfounded! I didn't know if I should be pissed or what. The bartender asked me what his problem was and I told him the story. He laughed and said "Chicken S#@$? Screw him, he was in here trying to scam some teenagers out of their lunch money last week, I'm glad you got him!"
It takes all kinds I guess.
When I was in my early 20's I was playing a buddy of mine some "bank the eight" 8-ball, but here's the kicker, you had to do a 4 rail or better bank. So we are going back and forth playing safeties, jockeying for that perfect position to make our 4-5 rail shot when this guy walks in and starts looking around. He sees us trying crazy shots and figures we are easy targets.
After 15 minutes my buddy gets a phone call and has to leave right away.(pregnant wife!) So I rack the balls up and get ready to break when this guys comes up to me and asks if I want to play for a few bucks. Right away I knew what he was thinking but I didn't know how good he was, only that I knew how bad he thought we were.
So I agree for some cheap sets and he gets the break. Right away I get the feeling that he isn't trying to look bad, he really is. He always went for the easy way out, never tried to do the smart thing. I decided not to change his perception of me. I figured after he lost he would quit, so I would try to barely win and leave it at that. I wasn't looking for any big game and I was about ready to go home anyways.
So I win the game, he pays and I figure that's it. Nope, fast Eddie here wants to play for $75.00 a game. He makes a big deal of it too, kinda like he's calling me out. I kinda laughed and said I wasn't looking for a game but if he really wants to I will. I made him post up, which he wasn't too happy about and we agreed on the game which he changed to 9 ball. So a race to 5 in 9 ball it was and we got underway. He held nothing back now, I could tell his stance and stroke was better but his overall game was still weak. He just didn't know how to take care of problems on the table and got completely screwed when he tried to play safety's. I played my game as best as I could, after all, he is the one that set this up and I had nothing to hide.
After I won the set he payed me the $75.00 and I offered to buy him a beer. He said "F^%^ you, playing chicken SH!T pool like that. Why don't you learn to play like a man instead of a chicken sh!T" Then he grabbed his cue and took off.
I just kinda stood there dumbfounded! I didn't know if I should be pissed or what. The bartender asked me what his problem was and I told him the story. He laughed and said "Chicken S#@$? Screw him, he was in here trying to scam some teenagers out of their lunch money last week, I'm glad you got him!"
It takes all kinds I guess.
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Well I was getting promoted at my other job along with more hours so it was only a matter of time. I was young and I figured going out on New Years Eve was way more important than keeping a part-time job. Of course I would never do this type of thing again but I was young dumb and full of.... Well... you get the idea
Mr. C,
Super story and I am glad you showed that chump a thing or two! Trying to beat young folks out of their lunch money!!! Thanks.
Many Regards,
Lock N Load.