Have you ever been Hustled???

Heyalex40

Heyalex40

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I have seen many posts from guys, bragging about their great hustles that they had pulled off. What I really want to hear is, have you been hustled yourself and how.
I was... It was well over 10 years ago and I was playing in a C tournament in Southern California. A guy came in and entered the tournement. He played poorly and got knocked out first round and looked like a complete amature doing it, complete with his cuetec fiberglass cue and hard cue case. He didn't leave but rather hung around and started drinking beers and getting mouthy. The more beers he drank, the more of a punk he became. Finally, after two or three rounds, he made a very rude comment to the waitress that was serving him and I jumped up to defend her. (The hook was set). He jumps up and argued with me for a while and finally says well, why don't you and I play for $100 to which I ssaid "Make it two hundred". Well it took me about 2 racks to realize that I had beed had. He tried to slow play but it was clear that he was a much better player than he was showing in the tournament and about the third rack I said, "alright, you got me and payed him his $200.
At the time, nobody new who this player was but he has gone on to be one of the top players in the world. I won't post his name because I now think the whole thing is funny and I acctually became friendly with him after that. I chalk it up to lesson learned, realizing that I could have lost a bunch more if he had played things a little different.

Ok, lets hear your story.
 
Of course. We all have.

I was giving this guy a game to seven in a local tourney. Long story short, it was Rodney Morris the year he won the US Open. I don't want to talk about it.

The funniest time was when I was in Arkansas and was playing "Sam" who turned out to be Rudolfo Luat. I don't want to talk about that either. I will write these up for you guys later.
 
I'm the guy in my local room who will bet the highest, and sometimes I think the locals are getting a cut to steer road players my way.

One time one of the locals who I can give the 8 to was getting the 8 from a road player and breaking even on cheap games. When he offered to play me with the same spot for a lot more, I accepted. He than ran me over like a train.

Another time, a kid I'd never seen before came in in a local college T-Shirt. He acted like a trust fund kid at the local Ivy League college who had a lot of money to lose. I got in a game with him and he turned out to be a road player. (I still like that hustle)
 
young and dumb

Many years ago when I was still in my teens I was hustled with the take the balls off the table after the break gag. It didn't take me but a game or two to realize I was the one giving the spot. The only other time I can remember actually being hustled was at the state fair when I was fifteen. One of those games that spring up and disappear within hours.

Hard to hustle someone that isn't looking for easy money. The guy removing balls was very insistent on giving me a spot when I didn't want one so I was a little suspicious from the jump. Folks attempted hustles many other times but I was always a willing "victim" so I can't say I was hustled. I always thought all the game playing and maneuvering was funny when they could have simply came at me head on and gotten the same game.

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Heyalex40 said:
I have seen many posts from guys, bragging about their great hustles that they had pulled off. What I really want to hear is, have you been hustled yourself and how.
I was... It was well over 10 years ago and I was playing in a C tournament in Southern California. A guy came in and entered the tournement. He played poorly and got knocked out first round and looked like a complete amature doing it, complete with his cuetec fiberglass cue and hard cue case. He didn't leave but rather hung around and started drinking beers and getting mouthy. The more beers he drank, the more of a punk he became. Finally, after two or three rounds, he made a very rude comment to the waitress that was serving him and I jumped up to defend her. (The hook was set). He jumps up and argued with me for a while and finally says well, why don't you and I play for $100 to which I ssaid "Make it two hundred". Well it took me about 2 racks to realize that I had beed had. He tried to slow play but it was clear that he was a much better player than he was showing in the tournament and about the third rack I said, "alright, you got me and payed him his $200.
At the time, nobody new who this player was but he has gone on to be one of the top players in the world. I won't post his name because I now think the whole thing is funny and I acctually became friendly with him after that. I chalk it up to lesson learned, realizing that I could have lost a bunch more if he had played things a little different.

Ok, lets hear your story.
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crawfish said:
Of course. We all have.

I was giving this guy a game to seven in a local tourney. Long story short, it was Rodney Morris the year he won the US Open. I don't want to talk about it.

The funniest time was when I was in Arkansas and was playing "Sam" who turned out to be Rudolfo Luat. I don't want to talk about that either. I will write these up for you guys later.
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I will be waiting for your stories lol
 
I had some guy try to hustle me, he came into the pool hall and asked to play some 9ball. He was a good shot, he kept asking me to bet money and I kept declining then after a few hours of playing and drinking I said I was about to go. We started to keep score earlier and at this time it was 18-17 and I was up by one game. So he didn't want me to leave without giving up some money so finally he said ok before you leave lets just play the first one to 25 games pays for the pool and bar tab. So I said yes to that and I won 25-17 and he had like a $150 tab. Not a crazy amount of money but it was still fun and I played and got drunk for free plus he was pretty pissed off!
 
I don't play for money. No problem being hustled. Also, I know I'm not a good player. No problem being hustled.
 
LoL, you sure pick 'em!

crawfish said:
Of course. We all have.

I was giving this guy a game to seven in a local tourney. Long story short, it was Rodney Morris the year he won the US Open. I don't want to talk about it.

The funniest time was when I was in Arkansas and was playing "Sam" who turned out to be Rudolfo Luat. I don't want to talk about that either. I will write these up for you guys later.
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Never for very much, but yea Ive been hustled. Im fairly new to pool so I try not to gamble, I find it takes away the fun of it and I take it too seriously when theres money on the line. Me and a buddy went to see his family a few hours away from where I live, and we went out to a nice pool hall there at night, and I played a guy and I knew he would beat me, but I gave him a straight up race anyway because It was only for $10 or something and I played pretty well but he still got me like 7-5 or 7-4 I cant remember. I then found out from people that he was cheating the whole time, like when I would miss a shot and was walking to the chair he would move the cue ball, or seperate a cluster just enough. Also that night He stole some cash from my friends brother in law's car. We taught him a lesson though. A similar thing happened to me at my local hall aswell but I cant talk about that.
 
StevenPWaldon said:
LoL, you sure pick 'em!
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If you're gonna get reamed, get reamed by some of the best. It's OK, I've delivered a punch or two over the years. Those will be written up someday, also. I actually started "Clouded: A Collection of Tales and Billiards". Work in progress.
 
Heyalex40 said:
I have seen many posts from guys, bragging about their great hustles that they had pulled off......................SNIPPED................ Ok, lets hear your story.
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I thought for a second there you were going to say it was Travis Trotter..:eek:
 
I thought I was playin' pretty good back in 1999, but I was still a naive dumba$$ with too big a head on my shoulders and elephantitis of the @#$s. I'm sure you understand...so when someone I'd never seen before rolls through the door and states to the bartender that this pool hall has the 7-ball I was just forced to obliged the fella with some action.

We started off playin' for $20...then bumped to $50...finally maxing out at $100/game...

I left broke and he had $700 more than he came through the door with...he just happened to be Stevie Moore! LOL Ah, my ego was placed firmly in check and my tail was draggin' between my legs. :)

I hated it that night, but I look back on it now and laugh. I get a kick when current pool fans talk about how Stevie never was a gambler/road player, as if they'd known his whole life story, because for a few years thats ALL he did. Sure is funny how we see things much more clearly after a decade goes by isn't it...
 
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my buddy was in oklahoma is is a pretty good player but he was shootin lights out and my buddy spots this guy the wild 7 out and loses $2100 well come to find out the guy said i just won the jr nationals or something along that lines and it turns out the kid is Shane McMinn. haha i will never forget that story or the look on my buddy's face.
 
This one time, a long time ago, this woman told me that she loved me and wanted to spend the rest of her life with me. Ever since that she's taken all of my money!! So far it has been the longest ongoing hustle that I have ever fallen for!!
 
Married for 23 years. 2 daughers age 21 and 18, both currently in college.

Hustled daily by all of them.

:rolleyes:

ken
 
LONG

One weekday I had just opened, and was practicing on the billiard table when thiis guy walks in. He was over six-foot tall and dressed in painter?s clothes and walked with a limp. He smelled of cheap wine. He watched me play billiards for a few minutes before he asked if I
wanted to play for two dollars a game and loser pays for the time for the table. I told him it was slow now and I could play but if I got busy I would have to quit. He said he understood and we played. I played him two games of a race to fifteen point?s wins. I beat him both games easy. The score was four to fifteen and six to fifteen. He paid me and paid for our time on the table and
thanked me for the games and left.

The next day this same guy came in at about the same time dressed the same and smelling the same asking if I had time to play a few. I said yes. We played two games and again I beat him three to fifteen and six to fifteen. He came in everyday for the rest of the week and we
played with the same result. I didn?t see him on the weekend and had forgotten about him by Monday. Sure enough at a little after one in the afternoon on Monday in he comes. He said he had hit the daily double at Belmont Park Saturday for four hundred and sixty dollars. He said he always played the one-two combo in the double and it came in. I followed the horses in the paper so I knew that the one-two had come in like he said and paid four-sixty for a two dollar bet.

He said he was on a lucky streak and would I play him for twenty a game instead of the two dollars we had been playing for. I felt a bit guilty. But said I would. I figured I would beat him for twenty or forty dollars and he would quit and that would end it.

The first game I beat him eleven to fifteen. Before the next game he asked if I would raise the bet to forty a game. I said yes and beat him ten to fifteen. The next two games he won thirteen to fifteen and twelve to fifteen and said he was getting use to the table now. He then asked if I wanted to up the bet to eighty a game. I said why not make it a hundred a game?

He agreed and we played five more games with him winning four of them. Then played another five games and he won four of them. By now I am a little rattled that I am letting this chump beat me for some serious money. At this point he says today is his last day painting in
this area and would not see me for awhile. Thinking I wouldn?t get a chance to get even after today, I say how about making it two hundred a game. I figured he would say no, but he said
sure.

We played five more games at two hundred each and he won them all. I said I was broke
then.

He then says to me. I will play you for your stick against my three hundred. Well my cue
was a nice one, but not worth three hundred to me. In fact I won it in a pool game for payment of fifty-five dollars. I said yes and we played. He won nine to fifteen. I gave him the cue and we said our good-byes and he left.

About two minutes after he left one of my regular customers came in as I was sitting at
the counter licking my wounds.

The customer says to me ?I hope you didn?t play the guy that just left here for money?.

?Why?? I asked.

?Because he?s the New England Three-Cushion Billiard Champ?.
 
One time I almost placed a sweat bet with Roy S. Than I realized his horse was already in the hot seat and had to get beat twice. That was close.
 
When I was 18 or 19 years old, World Wheelchair Champion (Multi-Time) - Aaron Aragon, talked me into giving him the 7 playing 9-ball.

I had just won the weekly tournament, then Aaron emptied me out.

At the time, I may have needed the 7. LOL!

Eric Durbin tried to hustle me too, many moons back. He was way on the stall and so was I. I told him, forget all this nonsense, you are not gonna scare me away, please be my guest and open up - I won't quit.

I lost, but real pool was played - chemically on one end. A good player and the juice, is a tough as shi* game!
 
same thing happened with Danny

CrownCityCorey said:
When I was 18 or 19 years old, World Wheelchair Champion (Multi-Time) - Aaron Aragon, talked me into giving him the 7 playing 9-ball.

I had just won the weekly tournament, then Aaron emptied me out.

At the time, I may have needed the 7. LOL!

Eric Durbin tried to hustle me too, many moons back. He was way on the stall and so was I. I told him, forget all this nonsense, you are not gonna scare me away, please be my guest and open up - I won't quit.

I lost, but real pool was played - chemically on one end. A good player and the juice, is a tough as shi* game!
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Same thing happened with Danny Medina except the hustler was the one that got tired of the BS. I was stalling, he was stalling even more to make me win at bar table eight ball in the mid-eighties. Either the third or fourth game I bounced a ball out of a pocket and left him with a few balls to run that were all ducks. A blind man could have finished out that table with a chopstick.

He was too seasoned of a road player even then to not know what I had did so just before he bent over to break he called me over and said, "I'm not who I told you; I'm Danny Medina, a road player. I know you are stalling, you know I am stalling, let's cut the crap and play pool!" We did and it's a shame that TAR wasn't around then, pool was played.

Hu
 
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