I'm no saint, but I've been known to toss my cue on an adjacent table after a poor shot while uttering a profanity under my breath. A friend of mine pretends to use his Lucasi as a white stick (a stick used by the visually impaired) after dogging an easy shot.
I remember playing league for the bar my buddy owned. This guy on the other team couldn't make anything happen the first two games (it was BCA format). I remember him having a nice Schon. But I don't think any cue would have helped him that day.
Third game he plays my buddy, Junior, the bar owner. Breaks, comes up dry (again), and my buddy starts to get out on him. Junior chokes on the ball before the 8, and when this kid gets up to the table, he's almost drooling (nothing's touching, no pockets are blocked, etc.). Should be an easy out for this kid, I'm thinking. This is redemption for him after the first two games. He gets out with a run, and his team is gonna feed off of that for the remainder of the night.
The kid surveys the table, picks (in my opinion) the right 1st shot, leans down, takes a couple practice strokes, and MISCUES !! Now, I don't know if he broke up with his girlfriend that day, got fired, or what. All I know is that the gods of pool simply had no mercy with this kid on this night.
Junior makes the last ball and the eight. The kid shakes Junior's hand, walks back to his stool, picks up his Schon, grabs the butt end like a baseball bat, and swings for the cheap seats into the DART MACHINES !! Pieces of shaft went flying everywhere !! This kid swung the cue so hard that a couple large chunks of the shaft flew BEHIND THE BAR, 15 feet behind the line to stand for throwing darts !!
He shoved the butt end of the Schon (with about 3 inches of shaft left on it) into his case, and stormed out, never saying a word.
All of us, including the guys left on his team, just kinda stood there for a minute digesting everything. A few of us (mostly the guys from his team) started to pick up the pieces of shaft, and as we got closer to the dart machine, noticed the 3/4 inch dent in the machine from the butt. It was one of the most unbelieveable things I'd ever seen (at the time).
I still have the piece of the shaft from the first four inches of the tip. I turned it into a pocket chalker. And every time I miss a shot, I look at my chalker and remember that story.