I am just curious, because it has happned to me a couple of times. When you are in dead stroke and just playing unreal...what the maddest you have ever made some one..i dont mean talking trash , but they just lost it because of how well you were playing...i can remember when i was in my prime at age 23 or so..i made a guy so mad that he litterly started crying when he went down to the end of the table to rack. I almost bit my tounge in half from trying not to laugh..casue if i had let out even a snicker...i knew he was going to pick up a pool ball and hurl it at me..ha ha ha ha ha..it was halarious...
How Hot have you made someone!!
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Last year as an APA 3 I beat a guy who was an APA 6. He shook my hand and then smashed his Meucci on the floor. I just exploded when it hit. The joint broke out of both the shaft and butt, and everything broke into 6 big pieces and some toothpicks. He calmly cleaned up his mess and left. That same week at the Friday 8 ball tourney, I eliminate a guy and he's so mad that he broke the aoto door closer off of the front door of the Moose lodge.....I figured I must be doing something right.... I took 2nd in the tourney.
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At the old "Mothers" once I had a kid trapped and he went off for about $600...and then I was informed he was waiting on me in the parking lot with an AK-47. For a measely $600! 
When the police arrived we all went out and laughed at him as the cops had him and his buddies laying face down in the wet parking lot. They found an AK for sure, complete with four 30rd mags stoked with armor piercing ammo plus apparently a couple other guns...and a duffle bag in the trunk containing a lab. Lets just say the guy's pool skill matched his IQ! LOL!!!
When the police arrived we all went out and laughed at him as the cops had him and his buddies laying face down in the wet parking lot. They found an AK for sure, complete with four 30rd mags stoked with armor piercing ammo plus apparently a couple other guns...and a duffle bag in the trunk containing a lab. Lets just say the guy's pool skill matched his IQ! LOL!!!
Back in the late 60's, I was really into straight pool. Dennis, a good friend and pool player, and I were at the pool room. I was in dead punch and on a 60+ ball run. I finished the rack, leaving my break shot, looked around and no Dennis. I figured he went to the bathroom and waited about 5 minutes. Still, no Dennis. I went over and asked the house man if he knew where he went and the guy just shrugged his shoulders.
Then, I went out to the parking lot and his car was gone, so I paid the time and went home.
About an hour later, I called Dennis's house and he answered the phone. "Where'd you go?", I asked.
He said, Look, a$$****, I don't pay 60 cents an hour to watch YOU play pool!"
Then, I went out to the parking lot and his car was gone, so I paid the time and went home.
About an hour later, I called Dennis's house and he answered the phone. "Where'd you go?", I asked.
He said, Look, a$$****, I don't pay 60 cents an hour to watch YOU play pool!"
I guess the question should be what players have you played who had a bad temper, and you won, and how mad did they get when you won or how mad can they get?
In answer to that question I would say I try to *not* make people mad. Certain players tend to "blow up" and are capable of this. It is no fun for me to watch this, so I try to cool things down or will stop playing them if the "temperature gauge" is rising. Some people I will not play if I can avoid it because they can't control their temper when they lose.
But I have seen quite a bit of childish behavior...
"Banging" cue sticks down or throwing them against a wall.
Banging the balls down on the table quite hard when they are racking with a ticked off look on their face. (I try not to let them see me about to break out laughing - It is quite funny! I cover my mouth with my hand and try to look serious.)
Throwing a cue stick out the door onto the sidewalk.
Breaking cue sticks over knee.
Packing up cue and storming out the door.
Red in the face yelling and screaming - personal insults.
I saw one guy (big guy) who was acting like a two year old when he lost. He said to the other player "I'm mad at you!" And he said this with his lips quivering like he was about to start crying. All because he lost a game.
And then there is always the mad "I'm not going to play with you anymore!" (Because they did not win one single game.)
The above is in addition to the less mad "choice words" opponents will utter when you win or leave them with no shot.
I get the impression some people do not like to lose and some people have yet to "grow up"!
These same people were quite friendly to me when I was losing every game. When you start winning, they can switch into evil monsters!
When I lose I have the same look on my face as when I win. No big deal.
In answer to that question I would say I try to *not* make people mad. Certain players tend to "blow up" and are capable of this. It is no fun for me to watch this, so I try to cool things down or will stop playing them if the "temperature gauge" is rising. Some people I will not play if I can avoid it because they can't control their temper when they lose.
But I have seen quite a bit of childish behavior...
"Banging" cue sticks down or throwing them against a wall.
Banging the balls down on the table quite hard when they are racking with a ticked off look on their face. (I try not to let them see me about to break out laughing - It is quite funny! I cover my mouth with my hand and try to look serious.)
Throwing a cue stick out the door onto the sidewalk.
Breaking cue sticks over knee.
Packing up cue and storming out the door.
Red in the face yelling and screaming - personal insults.
I saw one guy (big guy) who was acting like a two year old when he lost. He said to the other player "I'm mad at you!" And he said this with his lips quivering like he was about to start crying. All because he lost a game.
And then there is always the mad "I'm not going to play with you anymore!" (Because they did not win one single game.)
The above is in addition to the less mad "choice words" opponents will utter when you win or leave them with no shot.
I get the impression some people do not like to lose and some people have yet to "grow up"!
These same people were quite friendly to me when I was losing every game. When you start winning, they can switch into evil monsters!
When I lose I have the same look on my face as when I win. No big deal.
I made a few folks crazy
I wasn't ever a very good player however I used to be one of the luckiest on the face of the earth. I won by getting easy shots and good rolls while my opponents never caught a break. I had a few guys go into the bathroom, kick and bang hell out of things, cool off a few minutes, and stroll back out like nobody had noticed what sounded like a wrecking crew in there. Had a couple guys break their sticks too. The first time it happened, the guy reached over to pick up what was left of the butt of what had been a nice cue a few seconds before and I was ready to snatch up a house stick but he calmly cased it and walked out. Reminds me, a guy walked out and pretty much destroyed all of the sheet metal on his car once too. Went all of the way around it kicking and hitting.
Some people got very frustrated and angry because they couldn't win against a "weaker" player but most were angry at themselves or inanimate objects, rarely me. I had a pretty good poker face after being in business since I was twelve.
Hu
I wasn't ever a very good player however I used to be one of the luckiest on the face of the earth. I won by getting easy shots and good rolls while my opponents never caught a break. I had a few guys go into the bathroom, kick and bang hell out of things, cool off a few minutes, and stroll back out like nobody had noticed what sounded like a wrecking crew in there. Had a couple guys break their sticks too. The first time it happened, the guy reached over to pick up what was left of the butt of what had been a nice cue a few seconds before and I was ready to snatch up a house stick but he calmly cased it and walked out. Reminds me, a guy walked out and pretty much destroyed all of the sheet metal on his car once too. Went all of the way around it kicking and hitting.
Some people got very frustrated and angry because they couldn't win against a "weaker" player but most were angry at themselves or inanimate objects, rarely me. I had a pretty good poker face after being in business since I was twelve.
Hu
Varney Cues said:
Varney Cues said:At the old "Mothers" once I had a kid trapped and he went off for about $600...and then I was informed he was waiting on me in the parking lot with an AK-47. For a measely $600!
That may have been the last time you ever saw me in an pool hall.
Or at least the last time I gambled. Damn.
CaptainJR said:How hot? In stoke? If you all know me, you know that it is better that I don't reply to this.
I'll just say that I play better now than I did when I was young.
Now there is one I wish I could share. My get up and go, got up and went!!
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I was playing in a local bar league back in my mid 20's and a guy thought he safed me on an 8ball behind a corner point and the 8 was behind the opposite corner pocket point. A week before that, I saw a local pro get out of the same situation, I practiced and this time in league, I pulled off the 3 rail bank and made the 8. The guy, his team and the owner of the bar asked me to never come back again. 2 guys had to walk me out to my car cause the opponent said he was going to his baseball bat.
Never went back again but still play that shot to this day, with pride.
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Never went back again but still play that shot to this day, with pride.
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And people wonder why you carry a gun at all times.Varney Cues said:At the old "Mothers" once I had a kid trapped and he went off for about $600...and then I was informed he was waiting on me in the parking lot with an AK-47. For a measely $600!
Better to have one and never need it than be backed in a corner wishing you had one.
I can think of one player that I used to consistently piss off but it was because of not playing up to the level of expectations... and that was me. But that was 20 some years ago and even though the physical game might be a touch below what it was then, the mental maturity makes me a stronger all around player, better sport win or lose, and I like my attitude a whole lot better.
There's a guy who frequents USPPA events at the House of Billiards in Sherman Oaks. Everyone hates playing him because not only does he made snide remarks throughout the match, he is the slowest player in the world. He takes a minute or two for the simplest, straight-in stop shot. Slow players I don't mind, especially if they're more 'careful' than just 'slow.' Johnny Archer hasn't ever annoyed me. But this guy is one of the worst players around. He's bad. Really bad.
In a race to 7, it's enough to drive you nuts. One night I drew him and he started bickering while I was down on shots. I told him to keep quiet, and we started arguing back and forth.
I decided to let my cue do the talking, and slowed my pace down to his... and tried to three-foul him. Not only did he have to wait to shoot, he had to wait just to find himself stuck behind a ball. I got him on three fouls that first game and he went ballistic. The next game I got him on 3 again and it wasn't pretty.
I eventually get on the hill, and he's got a game or two under his belt by then. He shoots the 9-ball and it rattles. Normally anyone in a small weekly tournament like this would shake hands and concede the game. I'd have even done it to him. Instead he looks at me egging me on that I've got to shoot it. It's not a big deal, since it's a hanger. If it were done in the fashion that made me think it was a matter of course (sometimes I make/let the person shoot a hanging 9-ball if they're on the hill, so they get to hear the ball drop and get that sense of victory/satisfaction when they win). But he was just doing it to be an arse.
So instead of just stepping up and hitting it, and instead of slamming it a million miles an hour.... I decided to imitate him at the table. I carefully analyzed the hanging 9-ball, the cue ball, the english I wanted to put on the cue ball. I walked back and forth, picking lint like Johnny Archer. I scratched my head like Efren as if I weren't sure what exactly I wanted to do. I cued up a few times and stood up, indecisive about how to go about the shot.
Needless to say, he didn't like it. And I loved how hot it made him!
In a race to 7, it's enough to drive you nuts. One night I drew him and he started bickering while I was down on shots. I told him to keep quiet, and we started arguing back and forth.
I decided to let my cue do the talking, and slowed my pace down to his... and tried to three-foul him. Not only did he have to wait to shoot, he had to wait just to find himself stuck behind a ball. I got him on three fouls that first game and he went ballistic. The next game I got him on 3 again and it wasn't pretty.
I eventually get on the hill, and he's got a game or two under his belt by then. He shoots the 9-ball and it rattles. Normally anyone in a small weekly tournament like this would shake hands and concede the game. I'd have even done it to him. Instead he looks at me egging me on that I've got to shoot it. It's not a big deal, since it's a hanger. If it were done in the fashion that made me think it was a matter of course (sometimes I make/let the person shoot a hanging 9-ball if they're on the hill, so they get to hear the ball drop and get that sense of victory/satisfaction when they win). But he was just doing it to be an arse.
So instead of just stepping up and hitting it, and instead of slamming it a million miles an hour.... I decided to imitate him at the table. I carefully analyzed the hanging 9-ball, the cue ball, the english I wanted to put on the cue ball. I walked back and forth, picking lint like Johnny Archer. I scratched my head like Efren as if I weren't sure what exactly I wanted to do. I cued up a few times and stood up, indecisive about how to go about the shot.
Needless to say, he didn't like it. And I loved how hot it made him!
My thanks to all those who "understood" the post and listed their stories..one day im gona write a book called pool hall stories and this will be a chapter. The one by Kevin V was great..just what i was looking for. Pool players (2 me) are the funniest bunch of people. Some get so mad over nothing. I just love how situations unfold...nonviolently of course..I remember playing a bunch of Mexican guys one night in a ring game on a bar box..they were a good group of guys. They would come in every friday. I worked at the pool hall and the owner would allow me to play while i worked as long as i kept up with customes at the counter and locked the money up while i played. I remember we were playing nine ball for 5 dollars on the nine with 4 people in the game...I was winning most of the games but loosing enough so that they still wanted to play..but eventually i got up like 95 dollars ahead..and hit another gear...the owners brother was there to witness this...it was my turn to break...i break ..nine on the break...they rack again..crack..nine on the break...they rack again...crack..nine on the break. they rack a forth time wham...no nine on the break, but the one lands right in front of the nine with the nine right in front of the corner pocket which i play...one of the mexican says something in spanish to the guy who is now racking ..kinda mean-like when he said it...and the guy racking just hunched his shoulders and turned his head like "I dont know how he did it" now the other mexican is yelling at the guy racking and goes to move him out of the way so that he can rack...he racks the rack, and gets the other two mexican to look over the rack..they talk in spanish (which i have no clue what their saying" you would have thought they were building a bridge the way they were pointing at the balls and talking...he removes the rack and sure enough just a quick as an arrow the nine balls screams into the pocket..they all errupt in angy spanish words at me , at each other and at the pool balls, the table..The owners brother is in stiches at this piont. I knew the mexican guys were not going to do anything violent ..so we ended up just laughing all together..but boy where they pissed. It was also the most i have nine balls i have ever made on the break. But i do have a killer break..ha ha
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