How about some stories

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Enough about chalk, chalk holders, joint protectors, I'm depressed, let's here some
stories. They always make me feel better. Doesn't matter if you stretch the truth a
little to make the story better. Come on SJD, DEANOC, JAM, TRAMP and the rest
of you. I'll start with one from Rusty's Dallas. Mike Segal, (not the M. S.), Danny
Holt, me, and a couple of others are sitting at the bar in front of the 4 1/2xx9 watching
Merle from Houston (I think that was where he was from) play some guy some $5 or
$10 dollar nine ball. Al Mason was playing on one of the bar tables at the front. Al's
stake horse was sitting there with us. If any of you knew Merle I don't need to say
anything about him, if you didn't lets just say he was, uh, uh, something.Anyway
Al breaks even and walks up toward where we sitting, and toss's, the stake money
$200, I believe to the stake horse, and turns to walk off. Well the top bill on the roll
a $50 comes off and floats in to the pocket, right in front of where Merle is standing.
Merle is partially blocking the stake horse's view and Merle's opponent has his back
turned walking to the other end of the table. Merle has just played a safe on the 9
leaving it about 6" off the end rail where he is and the cue ball on the other end rail'
Merle saw the bill go in the pocket and starts looking around at everyone and sees
that the stake horse, or Al or even his opponent saw what happened. The guy
is now down on the cue ball trying to figure out what to do, and Merle hollers
"THATS GOOD" , the guy says thats good ?. Now Buddy Hall couldn't make this
shot in 50 tries , but Merle never misses a beat grabbing the balls and the cash out
of the pockets and saying " I just have a feeling you would make it " while racking
them up.. The stake horse counts his money and sees he is short and him and Al
have a big argument but nothing comes of it. Great Times
jack
 
It was a dark and stormy night as Dick Phoenix walked into the Ninth Street poolroom.
Over in the corner, alongside table twelve, stood his arch nemesis Disque-co, and two sultry red-heads. Ellie and Nellie, the Thompson twins.
From the corner of his eye Dick spotted four of Disque-co's henchmen heading to cut him off from the rear. He was trapped.
Ahead was Disque-co. A mint condition Schon limited in one hand, and a long barrelled Smith and Wesson .44 in the other. And, if that wasn't bad enough, each of the girls sported a snub nosed thirty eight.
As shots rang out, Dick pulled his custom .45 Colt Commander from his shoulder holster, and dove for the floor, crawling underneath a nearby Snooker table.
Will our hero survive the shootout? Stay tuned............ :eek:
 
Well........there was this one time when my 8man pool team went downtown (Chicago) and we unknowningly walked into a gay bar! Long story short 7of us picked up on it in seconds. while my buddy Matt went straight to the bar. We were all standing a little ways inside and several of the patrons noticed we were not comfortable and had a good laugh at our expense, all the while we watched our buddy at the bar with no clue what was going on! After a rd of drinks with our new friends we watched our buddy like it was some kind of experiment waiting for the moment he catches on. I wish I could say something really crazy happend but the truth is after several men asked Matt to dance he walked over to us and the 4 gay men that was laughing at us. Where Matt proceeded to give all of us a warning (while pointing) that he thinks "those guys" MIGHT be gay!!! It was by far the most innocent and funny thing I've ever seen.
 
Tramp Steamer said:
It was a dark and stormy night as Dick Phoenix walked into the Ninth Street poolroom.
Over in the corner, alongside table twelve, stood his arch nemesis Disque-co, and two sultry red-heads. Ellie and Nellie, the Thompson twins.
From the corner of his eye Dick spotted four of Disque-co's henchmen heading to cut him off from the rear. He was trapped.
Ahead was Disque-co. A mint condition Schon limited in one hand, and a long barrelled Smith and Wesson .44 in the other. And, if that wasn't bad enough, each of the girls sported a snub nosed thirty eight.
As shots rang out, Dick pulled his custom .45 Colt Commander from his shoulder holster, and dove for the floor, crawling underneath a nearby Snooker table.
Will our hero survive the shootout? Stay tuned............ :eek:
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And Phoenix Dick shows his superior survival instincts once again.
Dick took shelter under the snooker table 'cause he quickly realized that there were no
Communists in that pool hall......:idea:

....and everybody knows that at snooker you have to shoot a Red before anything else.
 
(I may have already told this story years ago, if I have, I apologize in advance)

About 10 years ago I'm casually shooting balls with a buddy of mine when a couple walk in carrying their cases on their shoulders. They get a table probably 2 away from us and start playing a game among themselves, all the while the guy is watching me play in between his turn at the table. My buddy picks up on this and asks him if he would like to play me some. The guy agrees and walks over to me and asks if I'd like to play for a beer or for $5 a game. I tell him I'd prefer to play a race, since the $5 could just go back and forth. So we agree on a race to 3, 8 ball for $20 bucks. The score gets to 1-1, and he asks if I want to bump it to $50, I said "sure". Well then the score gets to 2-2 and it's my break, and he asks again, "wanna make it $100" I stall for a minute and say, "$100 on just 1 game?" (acting as if I had never done that before.) He says, "yup" I go to grab my break stick and right before I am about to break, I look over and say, "$200?" He nods his head. I proceed to win that game and the set. As I'm waiting to get paid he tells me to follow him out to his truck and that he has the money there. Of course this raises a ton of red flags in my head, but my buddy agrees to go outside with me to get the cash. Sure enough, the guy opens a coffee can out of his tool box in the back of his truck that is stuffed with hundreds and pays me off. (all the while I'm scared shit less as he's unlocking his tool box.) We say our goodbyes and I figure that will be the last I ever see of this guy. He had told me that he was only in town for a week or so.

So a couple of days later I'm out listening to a live band about 25 mins from the pool hall that I had played him at, when I get a call from a buddy of mine. He tells me that the same guy is there and wants to play me again. I tell him I don't mind driving across town to play him, but that I'm not going to make the trip for 50-100 bucks. He says that he will play for $500. Of course he wants to play a race to 3, 8 ball. I say "I'm on my way". This set of course goes hill hill again and he's running out on the case game. Some how some way, he runs all the way to a medium difficulty 8 ball and hangs it up in front of the corner pocket. Well now I have to run 6-7 balls, plus that hanging 8 ball. (Knowing if I miss any ball, he wins the game) Which doesn't sound that difficult, but with $500 on the line and about 15 people watching, my heart was beating pretty damn fast. I take my time and runout and collect the $500. He tells me him and his wife are going out dancing or clubbing and that he doesn't like spending all night in the pool hall.

About 3 days later I go to a Metallica concert and was feeling pretty good afterwards. On the way home I pass by the same pool hall and decide to stop by. To my surprise, the same guy and his wife are there. This time he wants to play for $1000. I can't quite remember if it was 1 race to 3, or 2 races to 3 at $500 each. Either way, this time I shoot better than I had the previous 2 times we played and I beat him pretty soundly. I collect the grand and proceed to get my buddys even more drunk than they already were. I never saw the guy or his wife again, but to think it all started with a beer a game of 8 ball, and ended up being a $1,700 score on some "races to 3 8 ball"
 
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I used to love listening to the stories the old road guys told when I was young, {still do}.
One guy in particular was probably the best con man I ever met.
He was one of the best card and dice mechanics in the US.
He also had the ability to get people gambling who normally wouldn't bet there were fish in the ocean.
The problem was, they wanted to gamble because they hated him so badly, they wanted to teach him a lesson.
Anyway, that's how one of his stories saved me from at least being robbed and
at worst, who knows?
I was in one of those bars that caters to the lower dregs of society and therefore limits the damage they can do when they go berzerk.
2 steel doors, the back one locked and no acess, no windows and nobody knows anything when the cops come.
I had gone in sometime in the afternoon, and there was a bunch of layed off construction guys, playing a ring nine ball game for a couple of dollars a man . I think I was the 6th person in the game.
Anyway, they are all drunk , I am no player , but I was gettting 3 or 4 shots a game and a lot of them were the 8 or 9 hanging in the pocket.
So in a few hours I won about 500 dollars after we jacked it to 5 a man about half an hour after I got there.
They leave , I start celebrating and got a little drunk, then a guy comes in and wants to play 5 dollar eight ball, I win another 100 off him in a few hours and now I am pretty drunk.
I suddenly feel like somethings wrong, and I look around and notice these 3 big guys in a corner, I hadn't been paying attention to, and they are all looking at me.
Alarm bells went off, I start thinking of what I have been doing and realize my pockets are stuffed with cash and I have been pushing more in, in front of these guys ever since they got there, whenever that was.
I have always had great peripheral vision and hearing like an owl, so I get the eyeball on these guys, while they think I am looking at some woman and I see they are just nursing the beers they have.
Then I start listening real hard and I hear that they are fresh out of jail and broke and they are going to rob me as soon as i get to the parking lot.
I know that's hard to believe, you will just have to trust me or not.
Anyway, I want to see how it's going to go down , so I see the pool sticks are on the same wall as the door , so I start walking like I am leaving and the biggest guy gets up when I am about halfway there.
I turn and get a cue out of the rack and ask him if he wants to play a game.
He says not right now and sits back down.
He isn't smart enough to realise, it was a move, and neither are his buddies.
Now I am thinking , I have a chance, I just have to outsmart them.
That was when one of the old roadmans stories came into my mind.
He had been trapped in a similar way and put some money on the table and asked one of the guys to buy them all a beer and get him one too, he had to go to the bathroom.
He went out the window.
Problem was I had no window and the only back door access was from behind the bar.
I go up to the bartender and ask him if he will open the back door for a few minutes for 20 dollars otherwise he was going to have to clean up blood and deal with the police.
He looked at me weird, but said ok.
I went over and put a 10 on the table, told the main guy I wanted to buy them all a drink and to please get me a bottle of Millers.
I said I have to go pee , I'll be right back.!
They lit up like Christmas trees at the thought of free beer and while they were busy figuring out what they wanted, I started for the bathroom and went out the back door at about Jesse Owens speed.
I was about 3 blocks away before I looked back to see if they were out yet, I doubt they even knew I was gone!
Thanks Mahvelous RIP
 
One afternoon i walked into Rusty's in Dallas and one of the top players at the time was playing Little Al Mason on a valley bar table . Wade Crane seemed to be losing every game as Al made everything he shot at rack after rack .Not sure what they where playing for but know it was a wad of bills every game . About 30 min later a friend on mine named Jerry S. sat down beside me and ask how Al and Wade where playing . I told him it looked like even up . He had a sick look on his face and told me he was staking Al and they had been on the road together and he had dropped him off a few hrs ago to run some errands. Jerry called Al over and asked " DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE PLAYING ? "... Al answers " I don't care now , I ABOUT HAVE HIM BUSTED "
 
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