Hustling Costumes or "Action Aids"
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Last Thursday must of been near full moon. I'm cooking at home and someone shows up and says 'Shooters' has a sweet tourny. Nobody can play. Can't get it going without 8 so they need me. It's cold and my outfit is ludicrus. I have on a thick grey dress to the floor. Keen boots cause it's icky in the driveway ice, hail, and mud. My hair is awry so I pull it in a ponytail at my neck. No make up. Full frontal apron. Its 20 minutes till time and I'm 15 miles away. House matches pot only pays 2 places. I look like an old world Russian woman. First game this gansta sidebets he leaves me with 5 balls on the table. I came in with 2 road players. He looses control of the cue ball after the break makes one of mine. After he misses I jump up never taking off the apron make two balls and announce sweetly. Does that mean you loose???
Rick...The best hustler EVER? Not a chance. Pots and Pans couldn't even compare to Don Willis, U.J. Puckett, and a host of others. I remember seeing Bunny wearing his Miller Lite jacket, from the old Miller Lite tournaments in the 80's. He had "Scout's honor, I need the last two" embroidered on the back, and wore that jacket EVERYWHERE for many, many years. Now he does the Charlie Chaplin gig.
Scott Lee
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Rick S. said:
Some people say he might have been the best hustler ever.
Rick S.
Madcity...That was likely a black poolplayer who went by the name of Preacher (and no, I'm not talking about Don Feeney...he was white). I saw Preacher all over the country, and he almost always had a bag of underwear or white socks that he was trying to hustle in the poolroom. He hung around Chicago most of his later years, before he passed away.
Scott Lee
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Madcity said:
always thought it would be nice to ride up on a rickety ten speed, and park it inside the door, and then ask does anyone gamble as i pull out my Budweiser cue!
Jeremy
Jeremy
Nooooooo Not that one.
I once beat a latino out of twenty and his bicycle. I couldn't even take the bike so I told him he could lease it for $1.00/month.
Now when he sees me he just stares and smiles. I think he's in love. If he knew where I lived I'd have a stalker. And nobody better tell him. Are you listening cue ball regulars???? Here is the saying about the cue ball in Salem owned by Lips Lebold. The two dollar nits have lowered the bet. Sorry Salemites but the truth is the truth.
instroke75 said:
I once beat a latino out of twenty and his bicycle. I couldn't even take the bike so I told him he could lease it for $1.00/month.
Now when he sees me he just stares and smiles. I think he's in love. If he knew where I lived I'd have a stalker. And nobody better tell him. Are you listening cue ball regulars???? Here is the saying about the cue ball in Salem owned by Lips Lebold. The two dollar nits have lowered the bet. Sorry Salemites but the truth is the truth.
When Mika and Corey dressed like goths and tried to hustle people in a nearby bar, it was the first time I saw Corey in person. This was around the time people were saying he was in a slump since he wasn't winning as much as he had in 2001, and I thought he had lost it and dressed like that all the time.
"Good Times" Charlie Owens , Longview ,Texas
Yep thats the way I remember it!
David Harcrow
Well one time back in 1981, me and Charlie Owens "Good Time Charlie", from Monroe,La. was at a poolroom called the (Last Stop) in Longview, Tx.
We had been there all night and it was around 11:00 in the morning, we knew the owner quite well and he needed to go do some errands, he ask Charlie if he and I would watch the bar for 3 or 4 hours while he went and done the run around, we said ok, we got to play all the pool we wanted and have a few drinks, and it was very slow at that time of the day anyway.
Well Charlie liked the idea of (playing bartender), he put himself a "clean bar towel" in his back pocket, and walssed around with a wet one wiping the tables and such whenever someone came in. (He played the part, let me tell you!)
About that time, not more than an hour later these two fellows walked into the poolroom, one was an older gentleman, the other a scrawney kid, armed with a pool case.
Charlie and I both knew what was up! , they did the usuall, ask about the action, players , ect......well Charlie told them that the players got there later, but he would play some $200.00 sets while it was slow, till the players got there, they agreed......unbeknown to them, Charlie was probably one of the best players for 200 miles around that area, and was playing the best pool he's ever played for that time period.
Well to make a short story shorter, Charlie won 3 sets of 9-ball in less than 2 hours......it was kinda funny when it was over,...."the stakehorse told the kid, we better get back to Dallas!, you can't even beat the bartender around here!"......lol
David Harcrow
Yep thats the way I remember it!
David Harcrow
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My old man was never much of a hustler - he had TONS of heart and an FU lets play for everything in my pocket attitude.
He used to play guys shooting between his toes at the local bar, which had a couple of weekly tournaments and some ok action. It was quite a spectacle - off came the shoe and the sock, he would use the white powder between his toes, and hop around the table. Won more than he lost like this and never failed to stir up some bigger action. Typcially 20$ a game, but of course he would be woofin at them the whole time which would inevitably lead to a bigger game after or a fight, and he was fine with either option...
He used to play guys shooting between his toes at the local bar, which had a couple of weekly tournaments and some ok action. It was quite a spectacle - off came the shoe and the sock, he would use the white powder between his toes, and hop around the table. Won more than he lost like this and never failed to stir up some bigger action. Typcially 20$ a game, but of course he would be woofin at them the whole time which would inevitably lead to a bigger game after or a fight, and he was fine with either option...
I was in Fayetteville N Carolina in 1970 and a bushy headed kid rode up on a bike with cutoffs and no shoes. I had been there a while and only lived across the stree from the poolroom. This kid was not from there.
He came in and had a big lump of money in his front pocket and walked up to me and asked if I wanted to bet he could bank this ball 2 rails in the side pocket. I said no thanks but some of the other guys came over and he got them to bet, I am 99% sure it was Nick Varner.
You resurrected this old thread by quoting yourself...love it ! :thumbup:
Sometimes memories are hard to let go of, and I guess resurrecting old threads is a way to enjoy happy thoughts.
my old buddy Bobby
Another great old thread. David you are on a roll!
To set this up you have to know that Bobby was a genuine grubby country redneck trailer park kind of guy. We met driving dirt track cars. I've seen him go a week or two without a bath rolling around in dirt and grease every day. Might wear the same clothes just as long to keep from messing up others. Longish greasy hair, scruffy beard, filthy torn clothes, no teeth up front as a fairly young man. Only sissies from his neck of the woods still had their own front teeth by the time they were twenty. Well, maybe a few girls too.
Bobby could drink a few beers, go in a place and drink a few more, then head for a pool table wanting to play somebody. He would grab up a bridge and break with it if somebody didn't stop him in time. Other times somebody would tell him there was no tip on the cue he had grabbed off the wall after they couldn't stand watching him and listening to the plastic on plastic noise every shot. Seems like laying it on way too thick but Bobby could make it work for him because he was so much the total package. We had played a few games four or five times over the course of a year or so and I had never seen him play myself. I had just shot my social pool banging game and Bobby and I had been about even.
One day we went into one of the roughest bars within a hundred miles to grab a cold beer or three after fighting changing out eighteen wheeler transmissions using hand tools and a floor jack in a gravel parking lot. A good way to get made dead, brutally hard work, and of course we didn't have much but eyeballs showing. About the time we get to the table two guys wander up wanting to play partners 8-ball for a beer. "Sure." One of them broke, Bobby ran out and then ran seven more games from the break. I had shot twice by the time I had thirteen beers in front of me and thirteen more at Bobby's spot. We had just spent the last three days doing ridiculously hard work in impossible conditions for $150 each, and we got air barreled on that! As soon as we stepped out the door I said, "Bobby, we gotta talk." Our first little road trip started two days later.
Hu
Another great old thread. David you are on a roll!
To set this up you have to know that Bobby was a genuine grubby country redneck trailer park kind of guy. We met driving dirt track cars. I've seen him go a week or two without a bath rolling around in dirt and grease every day. Might wear the same clothes just as long to keep from messing up others. Longish greasy hair, scruffy beard, filthy torn clothes, no teeth up front as a fairly young man. Only sissies from his neck of the woods still had their own front teeth by the time they were twenty. Well, maybe a few girls too.
Bobby could drink a few beers, go in a place and drink a few more, then head for a pool table wanting to play somebody. He would grab up a bridge and break with it if somebody didn't stop him in time. Other times somebody would tell him there was no tip on the cue he had grabbed off the wall after they couldn't stand watching him and listening to the plastic on plastic noise every shot. Seems like laying it on way too thick but Bobby could make it work for him because he was so much the total package. We had played a few games four or five times over the course of a year or so and I had never seen him play myself. I had just shot my social pool banging game and Bobby and I had been about even.
One day we went into one of the roughest bars within a hundred miles to grab a cold beer or three after fighting changing out eighteen wheeler transmissions using hand tools and a floor jack in a gravel parking lot. A good way to get made dead, brutally hard work, and of course we didn't have much but eyeballs showing. About the time we get to the table two guys wander up wanting to play partners 8-ball for a beer. "Sure." One of them broke, Bobby ran out and then ran seven more games from the break. I had shot twice by the time I had thirteen beers in front of me and thirteen more at Bobby's spot. We had just spent the last three days doing ridiculously hard work in impossible conditions for $150 each, and we got air barreled on that! As soon as we stepped out the door I said, "Bobby, we gotta talk." Our first little road trip started two days later.
Hu
Ha! Caught myself! LOL I posted to this thread, before I realized it was two years old, and I had already posted the same thing then! My bad...
Scott Lee
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You are so right about that...seems like my older pool memories give my not so old memories the 6 out n da breaks.
LOL. More like the 3-and-out for me.
Today's so-called action men cannot seem to step to the plate without getting a huge spot. It's like they're waiting for somebody to drop their wallet, so they can make a score. There's not much gambling going on today. People are wanting to receive a lock before they screw their sticks together. It's all about wanting to be in the limelight, whether you can run three balls in a row or not.
Earlier in this thread some people talked about Honest John from Fla...Him & stevie Moore made a good score here in Houma when Stevie was rd 17...They said they were down doing scrap iron work but everybody knew they were on the road hustling pool but back then it still didnt matter..any roadman would get some kind of action...John was calling Stevie Jr & trying to pass him off as his son..they were in a old mini winnebago...They beat Dalton who was in a wheelchair out of bout 4k the 1st night then came back & wanted to play some more..Dalton told him the only way he's play again is if Jr/Stevie shot out of his other spare wheelchair...stevie hit a few practice balls then says ok...Race to 7 for 2k...they won another 6k...after i remember talking to Dalton as he reflected back on the match..He said you know...All these years I thought playing pool out of this chair was a handicap to me but if a lil kid comes walking in on 2 good legs & sits in this thing & beats me like that never having played in one before...then it's not the chair.
Right again.
Things are so different today & not in a good way.
Ask Keith if he remembers when I tried to sneak him in at White Diamonds to play Chris Miller ? They all knew I traveled & staked good players so we had to try & get more & more creative...We sent Keith in early then me & Ricky P came in quite awhile later & we acted like we didnt know Keith...the whole time I was woofing..acting like I was trying to stake Ricky against Chris...You could tell it wasnt quite right & every once in awhile Chris would just glare toward Keith kinda like on tombstone where Doc tells Ringo..why Ringo..looks like somebody just walked across your grave...lol....well this went on for awhile..one guy even went ask Keith..did anybody ever tell you that u look like that guy in that movie...Keith tried to play it off saying I get that alot..I dont play like him but i got more gamble than him..this went on back n forth a bit then Chris finally let the cat out the bag..Jumping up n down like a lil school kid...saying I know who he is...I was just sitting back n learning...I wanted to see how you was gonna angle him off on me..he was tickle pink..then says I'll take the 6,8 and the last 4..Chris was/is a solid shortstop...I didn't think Keith could fade it...i thought the line was more the 7,8 and last 3 so i didnt stake it..plus if keith woulda won i thought how in the world do u adjust from there...well they found another guy the next night to stake the game & Keith outran it like only Keith can..They played race to 11 with Chris getting the 6,8 & last 4...Ricky told me that Chris had Keith 8 to 1 & kind overshot a safe then next time Chris got back to the table it was 9-8 Keith...Said he caught a nasty gear..lol...Keith wins the next set like 11-4...to this day Chris says it was the most packages ever run on him in a gambling session & Chris done played almost all of them...I wish Ida had more faith in Keith so I could have shared in his victory but was happy for him none the less..he really deserved it to outrun that spot.
LOL. More like the 3-and-out for me.
Today's so-called action men cannot seem to step to the plate without getting a huge spot. It's like they're waiting for somebody to drop their wallet, so they can make a score. There's not much gambling going on today. People are wanting to receive a lock before they screw their sticks together. It's all about wanting to be in the limelight, whether you can run three balls in a row or not.
Things are so different today & not in a good way.
Ask Keith if he remembers when I tried to sneak him in at White Diamonds to play Chris Miller ? They all knew I traveled & staked good players so we had to try & get more & more creative...We sent Keith in early then me & Ricky P came in quite awhile later & we acted like we didnt know Keith...the whole time I was woofing..acting like I was trying to stake Ricky against Chris...You could tell it wasnt quite right & every once in awhile Chris would just glare toward Keith kinda like on tombstone where Doc tells Ringo..why Ringo..looks like somebody just walked across your grave...lol....well this went on for awhile..one guy even went ask Keith..did anybody ever tell you that u look like that guy in that movie...Keith tried to play it off saying I get that alot..I dont play like him but i got more gamble than him..this went on back n forth a bit then Chris finally let the cat out the bag..Jumping up n down like a lil school kid...saying I know who he is...I was just sitting back n learning...I wanted to see how you was gonna angle him off on me..he was tickle pink..then says I'll take the 6,8 and the last 4..Chris was/is a solid shortstop...I didn't think Keith could fade it...i thought the line was more the 7,8 and last 3 so i didnt stake it..plus if keith woulda won i thought how in the world do u adjust from there...well they found another guy the next night to stake the game & Keith outran it like only Keith can..They played race to 11 with Chris getting the 6,8 & last 4...Ricky told me that Chris had Keith 8 to 1 & kind overshot a safe then next time Chris got back to the table it was 9-8 Keith...Said he caught a nasty gear..lol...Keith wins the next set like 11-4...to this day Chris says it was the most packages ever run on him in a gambling session & Chris done played almost all of them...I wish Ida had more faith in Keith so I could have shared in his victory but was happy for him none the less..he really deserved it to outrun that spot.