I can hear David saying that...great guy!
Have you ever been Hustled???
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I can hear David saying that...great guy!
You bet.
Hussled by the Fat Man in Carbondale around 1975 betting on the side on a 1 hole game. Took all my money and I do mean ALL, as well as most of the side betters. He and a coal miner "DOC" I'm sure split the side.
Like an idiot I waited to see how things would go. Doc was a good 1 pocket player and Fats was consistantly losing so I got in. That's about the time the tide changed. Of course the side was substantial by then too. Fats was taking all side bets. When the tide came in Fats was running 5-8 balls and out. Wish I could have enjoyed it a little more watching run out 1 hole. Sure he had some lay ups to start the run but it wasn't that obvious to this college genious at the time.
Hussled by the Fat Man in Carbondale around 1975 betting on the side on a 1 hole game. Took all my money and I do mean ALL, as well as most of the side betters. He and a coal miner "DOC" I'm sure split the side.
Like an idiot I waited to see how things would go. Doc was a good 1 pocket player and Fats was consistantly losing so I got in. That's about the time the tide changed. Of course the side was substantial by then too. Fats was taking all side bets. When the tide came in Fats was running 5-8 balls and out. Wish I could have enjoyed it a little more watching run out 1 hole. Sure he had some lay ups to start the run but it wasn't that obvious to this college genious at the time.
I am with you on that one!
Not only did I get a lesson this game but I know a fella that can "manipulate" dice so well that it will make you cry! He can also line the dice up and take a cup moving it around in such a way that he can stack the dice one on top of another (up to five or six) and tell you the number that will be showing on the top die!!! EVERY TIME!!!!
Not only did I get a lesson this game but I know a fella that can "manipulate" dice so well that it will make you cry! He can also line the dice up and take a cup moving it around in such a way that he can stack the dice one on top of another (up to five or six) and tell you the number that will be showing on the top die!!! EVERY TIME!!!!
Eugene Browning came to town and learned to play great pool in the 6 month period he was here.
I am $50 winners vs. him!
He's about 5figs winner vs. the town. (He may have drank all the beer too)
I am $50 winners vs. him!
He's about 5figs winner vs. the town. (He may have drank all the beer too)
I was living in georgia and the best Hustler that I ever played was the guy that kept track of table time. He could play do to going on the road with some famous road players but never showed it. The only time he put a cue together was for a hundred a set or more. I never, never ever made money playing him. Broke even once and lost all the rest of the times. Man he had the golden tongue too. "You are in here every day, when is the last time I put a cue together? I haven't hit a ball in months." No matter how I changed the game he always always always had the nuts. I can beat the ghost but when he bet against me it never happened. I probably donated 2 dimes to him over a year and a half. I tell you this, to this day I match up a hell of a lot smarter due to him. I haven't booked a loser in months. I learned alot about matching up.
For me, playing for money is kinda like mixing beer and karaoke. The more beer I have, the better singer I think I am.
I don't get like that around a pool table as I know my speed, half lit or not. I've gotten a little cocky at times tho, and had my ass handed to me by unlikely players.
I don't get like that around a pool table as I know my speed, half lit or not. I've gotten a little cocky at times tho, and had my ass handed to me by unlikely players.
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new guy plays in local weekly tourney, gets knocked out early..i ask him to gamble and end up giving him the 8 and everyone side bets on me..i lost a couple hundred but they made more on side..find a months later it was sparky!!!...also played a guy 2 $400 sets of 9 ball ...ended up bein chohan...and...gosh im not sayin anymore just realized im a sucker!!!damn!!!
I played banks with a guy about ten years ago. He "let" me win the first game, then started shooting lights out all of a sudden! After that game, I quit. I was hustled. 
Never in pool, many times in life by ex employeers, or ex clients!
I won't blow your cover Jay, but if a person were to read the book, Running the Table, about Kid Delicious, within the first 10 pages you will realize that Jay had a different nickname back then.
I bought a watch from a street guy. He told me it was a Hamilton. I took it in to a jeweler to have the band resized, he showed me that it was actualy a Hormilton. Looked like Hamilton to me.
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Watch Out for Old Men
When I was 21 I walked into Bensinger's in Chicago with a strut in my step and my own cue in a case. An old man 70+ with a fringe of grey hair topped by a really bad red toupee (possibly Jay's relative) asked me if I wanted to play some snooker with him for a few bucks a game. I agreed and we got a 6x12 table. It looked about the size of a parking lot when I bent over it. He broke and snookered me behind the 4 ball perfectly. That was about last shot I took without a crutch in my hand. I sat there with a bridge in one hand and my cue in the other for about 3 hours while he used every trick in his book on me. I shot over balls. I 3 railed banks hoping to hit a red. I stacked 2 bridges 9 feet away from me trying to get started. I was corner hooked 11 feet from the nearest red. By the time I quit on him I was so frustrated I couldn't make a hanger. I paid him and table time and left broke and bummed that I couldn't beat a geriatric SOB. The next day I saw his picture in the Sunday Tribune under a caption saying "Senior Citizen Subsidizes Social Security Hustling Pool". I felt a little better knowing he needed my money......
When I was 21 I walked into Bensinger's in Chicago with a strut in my step and my own cue in a case. An old man 70+ with a fringe of grey hair topped by a really bad red toupee (possibly Jay's relative) asked me if I wanted to play some snooker with him for a few bucks a game. I agreed and we got a 6x12 table. It looked about the size of a parking lot when I bent over it. He broke and snookered me behind the 4 ball perfectly. That was about last shot I took without a crutch in my hand. I sat there with a bridge in one hand and my cue in the other for about 3 hours while he used every trick in his book on me. I shot over balls. I 3 railed banks hoping to hit a red. I stacked 2 bridges 9 feet away from me trying to get started. I was corner hooked 11 feet from the nearest red. By the time I quit on him I was so frustrated I couldn't make a hanger. I paid him and table time and left broke and bummed that I couldn't beat a geriatric SOB. The next day I saw his picture in the Sunday Tribune under a caption saying "Senior Citizen Subsidizes Social Security Hustling Pool". I felt a little better knowing he needed my money......
great stories in this thread...keep em coming please!
In the pool room I grew up in, Pegs Pocket in Miami, Barry, a local, comes in with his "sister". They stall around for a while and me being the overanxious 16 year old, pretty soon Barry and me and woofing at each other to play. Barry finally gets me to give his sister the 7 and off we go. Doesnt take long to figure out that this isnt his sister and she plays really good. (later found out she was a good player from texas). So I lose, pay off and go outside to leave. Im getting into my car and Barrys old beat up Caddy is next to mine. I loose my temper and do a stupid thing and kick his door. A big dent appear. wtf..oh shiat!. Me and buddy high tail it out of there.
The next day I get a call. Its Barry. He says he knows I did it, and I dont deny it and tell him to go get a few estimates and ill settle up. In the end I gave Barry like another 400 or so (now I cant remember) and then had to see his old beat up caddy for years in the parking lot with the dented door. He never ever did get that door fixed. So I got hustled twice, and then moved like an idiot in between. :frown:
Another time in the same pool room I beat a guy out of 200, he pays off and we play another set for 200 and he loses. Airbarrel on the second set I learn. Cmon with me he says, I know this guy in the mall that has TVs he will sell way cheap. I figure I can get my money at least or get my moneys worth in electronics so off we go. We drive down t the mall in his British Spitfire and into the mall we go. We get to sears and he says to me, you gotta wait here, give me 400 and I will get you a tv worth 3x that. Alarm bells start going off in my head and i hesistate. Dont worry he says, here take the car keys, Ill be right back with your tv.
I relent and give him the dough. Im standing there for a while, maybe 30 min and then start thinking something is wrong. I go into the store and the guy is no where. I hightail it out of there and make it back to the car and its gone too. Im holding a spare set of keys it would turn out to be.
John Ditoro and I always laugh full belly shaking laughs when we retell this story. I think it was Johnny who came down to the mall to pick me up and take me back to the pool room. I ended up getting my 200 back but not the the 200 I had won.
In the pool room I grew up in, Pegs Pocket in Miami, Barry, a local, comes in with his "sister". They stall around for a while and me being the overanxious 16 year old, pretty soon Barry and me and woofing at each other to play. Barry finally gets me to give his sister the 7 and off we go. Doesnt take long to figure out that this isnt his sister and she plays really good. (later found out she was a good player from texas). So I lose, pay off and go outside to leave. Im getting into my car and Barrys old beat up Caddy is next to mine. I loose my temper and do a stupid thing and kick his door. A big dent appear. wtf..oh shiat!. Me and buddy high tail it out of there.
The next day I get a call. Its Barry. He says he knows I did it, and I dont deny it and tell him to go get a few estimates and ill settle up. In the end I gave Barry like another 400 or so (now I cant remember) and then had to see his old beat up caddy for years in the parking lot with the dented door. He never ever did get that door fixed. So I got hustled twice, and then moved like an idiot in between. :frown:
Another time in the same pool room I beat a guy out of 200, he pays off and we play another set for 200 and he loses. Airbarrel on the second set I learn. Cmon with me he says, I know this guy in the mall that has TVs he will sell way cheap. I figure I can get my money at least or get my moneys worth in electronics so off we go. We drive down t the mall in his British Spitfire and into the mall we go. We get to sears and he says to me, you gotta wait here, give me 400 and I will get you a tv worth 3x that. Alarm bells start going off in my head and i hesistate. Dont worry he says, here take the car keys, Ill be right back with your tv.
I relent and give him the dough. Im standing there for a while, maybe 30 min and then start thinking something is wrong. I go into the store and the guy is no where. I hightail it out of there and make it back to the car and its gone too. Im holding a spare set of keys it would turn out to be.
John Ditoro and I always laugh full belly shaking laughs when we retell this story. I think it was Johnny who came down to the mall to pick me up and take me back to the pool room. I ended up getting my 200 back but not the the 200 I had won.
Not me personally but close call
20 sumthin years ago I use to be the main stakehorse to this local player named Dave Parson....the new orleans crew came over one weekend..1st on friday & 1 of their shortstops Marrio woofs a game with us which we play & win bout $400 at 20 a game...next night we walk into the same place we had action the night b4 & low & behold..there's the Big easy crew again..only tonight..plus 1...Aka...we didn't know at the time...Mexican Joe....the owner of the bar was staking another local shortstop that shot a lil under my guy dave against the big easy guys & was dowm bout $500...I ask Dave to go ask Marrio if he wanted to play some mo..which His response was NO...but my friend will try u sum...RED FLAG right of way...we decline..then Lanny...the owner who is stuck pulls me to the side & asked me..Hey I know u are dave's stakehorse but can I stake him to try n get my money back ? I said sure Laney & wished him luck...It didn't take long to see that dave woulda needed the 7 out just to have a chance...Laney lost another nickle....wheew..coulda been me...lol
20 sumthin years ago I use to be the main stakehorse to this local player named Dave Parson....the new orleans crew came over one weekend..1st on friday & 1 of their shortstops Marrio woofs a game with us which we play & win bout $400 at 20 a game...next night we walk into the same place we had action the night b4 & low & behold..there's the Big easy crew again..only tonight..plus 1...Aka...we didn't know at the time...Mexican Joe....the owner of the bar was staking another local shortstop that shot a lil under my guy dave against the big easy guys & was dowm bout $500...I ask Dave to go ask Marrio if he wanted to play some mo..which His response was NO...but my friend will try u sum...RED FLAG right of way...we decline..then Lanny...the owner who is stuck pulls me to the side & asked me..Hey I know u are dave's stakehorse but can I stake him to try n get my money back ? I said sure Laney & wished him luck...It didn't take long to see that dave woulda needed the 7 out just to have a chance...Laney lost another nickle....wheew..coulda been me...lol
i've been robbed
I was fairly new to the game, a couple of years ago, anyway this was my first time gambling with anyone, and at the time i was probably a mid to high playing a mid to high B who had a cocky attitude. He got into my head so bad that during my entire game I would sweat my spot each and every game. Worst part of it, is that he was egging me on, and driving me nuts with his random comments, and I realize now looking back at it. This poor soul was sharking everytime I got to my spot and the most horrible part is that he beat me 7-6 while giving me the 7 out, and I never once used the 7 out.
Not a good hustle, and I chalk that up to experience. 7 out means 7 OUT haha.:grin-square:
I was fairly new to the game, a couple of years ago, anyway this was my first time gambling with anyone, and at the time i was probably a mid to high playing a mid to high B who had a cocky attitude. He got into my head so bad that during my entire game I would sweat my spot each and every game. Worst part of it, is that he was egging me on, and driving me nuts with his random comments, and I realize now looking back at it. This poor soul was sharking everytime I got to my spot and the most horrible part is that he beat me 7-6 while giving me the 7 out, and I never once used the 7 out.
Not a good hustle, and I chalk that up to experience. 7 out means 7 OUT haha.:grin-square:
