First, a little background:
College kids do stupid things, theres no lie about that. I shoot pool generally in the game's room at my school. I don't have a problem boasting that I'm the best at the school. I've consistently beaten all the top shooters here already(I'm a freshman, so the first semester was a shock to these guys!). I don't know if they can tell how good I really am. I don't try to hustle any college kid shooting down there. I've never challenged anyone for money/ stakes of any kind because I know it won't be a fair match.
Now for my story:
So the other day I was down in the games room practicing, and Alex, one of the kids I shoot against often, comes up and challenges me.
When I first met him- I knew he had a pretty good stroke and a real eye for position play. But he misses shots, so he was either blind- or trying to set me up. I've seen him shoot against the other guys (even though I'm physically tall and muscular, a dark corner hides anyone in black.) when he thinks none of his new found marks are around. He doesn't make the mistakes he regularly makes against me. I do shoot with a lot of freshman, and all of them have lost something to Alex, from a couple bucks or a sandwich, but never anything large. I've heard stories of him taking 100$ from some of the upper-class men in races to 11, but I haven't seen it...yet.
"Hey, you up for a couple?" he asks. "Of course, you know me- rack 'em so I can put 'em down." I responded. Alex racked 9-ball, our usual game. I break and shoot with his breaker and playing cue, due to recent accidents- I have been left cue-less(although one is on the way!). I sink 2 on the break, shoot in the 1, and combo in the 3-9 to end the rack. "Nicely done bro." says Alex as he racks again. "Care to make this interesting?" he asks. "How so?" I respond. "Race to 5 racks, loser buys dinner?" He says with a grin. "Sure, why not?" I say with a grin. I think to myself about how Rob told me Alex beat him with the same bet. A sub costs about 8$ for those of you wondering, so it's a really small deal. I just grin and get set to break, time for some payback for my friends.
I switched breaking sides this time, I usually break from the left rail, but not when I'm playing with reason. 1 Diamond out from the right rail usually does it for me. I crush the rack, pop the cue ball at least 24 inches into the air, and send 3 balls into the pockets, including the coveted 9. 1-0. Alex looks stunned as he gathers the balls- he's never seen me break from the right- always from the left. He racks again, thinking a certain order in the rack will stop someone like me. I crack it again with a break who's sound resembles thunder. 2 balls are sunk, I continue to run out the rack, making it look easy and casual. 2-0 LoGiC. Alex now looks pissed. "Damn bro- had I known, I woulda broken first." he says. "Beginners luck I guess." I reply, trying real hard not to smile from ear to ear. Yeah, OK I think to myself, 'beginner's luck.' The 3rd rack starts and ends the same way. I crush it, 2 balls drop on the break. I run it, ending it with a 6-9 combo. 3-0 LoGiC. Alex racks the forth rack, and Rob enters the games room. He sees Alex looking real pissed off. He asks whats up, and Alex replies "I'm getting my ass kicked right now." "Not shooting well?" asks Rob. "More like not shooting at all." I chirped in. Rob notices I'm breaking from the right side, steps back and watches me crush the 4th rack. Only the 8 drops on the break, and I'm left without a shot on the one. I had to call a push, and I banked the cue ball off the 7, leaving him with a seemingly tough bank, one I can do in my sleep, or passing up his first shot opportunity. I don't know if I can make a table diagram to show the shot, but the only shot on the one was a 2 rail bank, the 1 rail bank was blocked and he was at too much an angle to cut it. Alex tried the bank, but missed, leaving me to shoot again. "C'mon bro, this is bullshit. my only shot is friggin impossible one." growls Alex.
At this point I was under his skin and in his head. It was clear, and obvious. I decided to continue to push him, playing safety after safety until I was positive I could end the rack. "Shit man, give me a shot." cried Alex. I was relentless though, this 8$ sub was his lesson to never challenge me again. The 1 ball never dropped. I just kept playing it to where he would have a garbage shot to hit it, let alone sink it. After I got ball in hand, a convenient 1-9 combo was possible, so I took it, and dropped the 9 into the side pocket. 4-0 LoGiC. One more rack and I was gonna be eating a gourmet sub for dinner.
The 5th rack was a taste of dejavu. The 9 was dropped on the break, ending the series with a sweep. 5-0 LoGiC. Game over Alex, who was so pissed off he didn't eat dinner with me. Alex paid off his debt, but in the sore loser way. Traditionally the loser buys 2 subs, and eats with the victor. Alex stormed off into the night, to not be seen again. Rob bought dinner and joined me. He asked about the match, which lasted all of about 30 minutes, and Alex only shot 8 times total, all in the 4th rack. Rob was surprised at how well I shot. He knew I was good, but he still hasn't seen my best performance. But that's my secret.
I hustled a hustler. Why? Because I feel its unfair to try and take advantage of someone who is just starting in the game. While I'm sure many of the players here are better than me, how many of them use it to their advantage against people who just started shooting pool?
College kids do stupid things, theres no lie about that. I shoot pool generally in the game's room at my school. I don't have a problem boasting that I'm the best at the school. I've consistently beaten all the top shooters here already(I'm a freshman, so the first semester was a shock to these guys!). I don't know if they can tell how good I really am. I don't try to hustle any college kid shooting down there. I've never challenged anyone for money/ stakes of any kind because I know it won't be a fair match.
Now for my story:
So the other day I was down in the games room practicing, and Alex, one of the kids I shoot against often, comes up and challenges me.
When I first met him- I knew he had a pretty good stroke and a real eye for position play. But he misses shots, so he was either blind- or trying to set me up. I've seen him shoot against the other guys (even though I'm physically tall and muscular, a dark corner hides anyone in black.) when he thinks none of his new found marks are around. He doesn't make the mistakes he regularly makes against me. I do shoot with a lot of freshman, and all of them have lost something to Alex, from a couple bucks or a sandwich, but never anything large. I've heard stories of him taking 100$ from some of the upper-class men in races to 11, but I haven't seen it...yet.
"Hey, you up for a couple?" he asks. "Of course, you know me- rack 'em so I can put 'em down." I responded. Alex racked 9-ball, our usual game. I break and shoot with his breaker and playing cue, due to recent accidents- I have been left cue-less(although one is on the way!). I sink 2 on the break, shoot in the 1, and combo in the 3-9 to end the rack. "Nicely done bro." says Alex as he racks again. "Care to make this interesting?" he asks. "How so?" I respond. "Race to 5 racks, loser buys dinner?" He says with a grin. "Sure, why not?" I say with a grin. I think to myself about how Rob told me Alex beat him with the same bet. A sub costs about 8$ for those of you wondering, so it's a really small deal. I just grin and get set to break, time for some payback for my friends.
I switched breaking sides this time, I usually break from the left rail, but not when I'm playing with reason. 1 Diamond out from the right rail usually does it for me. I crush the rack, pop the cue ball at least 24 inches into the air, and send 3 balls into the pockets, including the coveted 9. 1-0. Alex looks stunned as he gathers the balls- he's never seen me break from the right- always from the left. He racks again, thinking a certain order in the rack will stop someone like me. I crack it again with a break who's sound resembles thunder. 2 balls are sunk, I continue to run out the rack, making it look easy and casual. 2-0 LoGiC. Alex now looks pissed. "Damn bro- had I known, I woulda broken first." he says. "Beginners luck I guess." I reply, trying real hard not to smile from ear to ear. Yeah, OK I think to myself, 'beginner's luck.' The 3rd rack starts and ends the same way. I crush it, 2 balls drop on the break. I run it, ending it with a 6-9 combo. 3-0 LoGiC. Alex racks the forth rack, and Rob enters the games room. He sees Alex looking real pissed off. He asks whats up, and Alex replies "I'm getting my ass kicked right now." "Not shooting well?" asks Rob. "More like not shooting at all." I chirped in. Rob notices I'm breaking from the right side, steps back and watches me crush the 4th rack. Only the 8 drops on the break, and I'm left without a shot on the one. I had to call a push, and I banked the cue ball off the 7, leaving him with a seemingly tough bank, one I can do in my sleep, or passing up his first shot opportunity. I don't know if I can make a table diagram to show the shot, but the only shot on the one was a 2 rail bank, the 1 rail bank was blocked and he was at too much an angle to cut it. Alex tried the bank, but missed, leaving me to shoot again. "C'mon bro, this is bullshit. my only shot is friggin impossible one." growls Alex.
At this point I was under his skin and in his head. It was clear, and obvious. I decided to continue to push him, playing safety after safety until I was positive I could end the rack. "Shit man, give me a shot." cried Alex. I was relentless though, this 8$ sub was his lesson to never challenge me again. The 1 ball never dropped. I just kept playing it to where he would have a garbage shot to hit it, let alone sink it. After I got ball in hand, a convenient 1-9 combo was possible, so I took it, and dropped the 9 into the side pocket. 4-0 LoGiC. One more rack and I was gonna be eating a gourmet sub for dinner.
The 5th rack was a taste of dejavu. The 9 was dropped on the break, ending the series with a sweep. 5-0 LoGiC. Game over Alex, who was so pissed off he didn't eat dinner with me. Alex paid off his debt, but in the sore loser way. Traditionally the loser buys 2 subs, and eats with the victor. Alex stormed off into the night, to not be seen again. Rob bought dinner and joined me. He asked about the match, which lasted all of about 30 minutes, and Alex only shot 8 times total, all in the 4th rack. Rob was surprised at how well I shot. He knew I was good, but he still hasn't seen my best performance. But that's my secret.
