Hustling Stories
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There was a thread earlier where some folks started telling some hustling stories. I read them all and really enjoyed them. Tell me more please.
not much hustle to this one, but funny.
years ago, Dany medina, Dave matlock and i got into the car= in Denvr and headed toward Oklahoma.
We wenteast on I-70 to Limon and caught 287 toward Oklahoma and texas.
We were headed toward Springfild Colorado and a amll ranching communtiy and I had heard of a fireman there who liked to play and would bet a ittle.
We got oito town and found the little bar adn a few ere playng 9 ball, chepa 9 ball.
The big winner was a cowboy looking guy, aout 35-40 and wearinf a parka thtat said Sprinfiled Fire dept, so we surely assumed ihe was the guy.
WE all 3 sat at the bar and watched a few minutes and he walked over and sid, flatly" Pool players"?
"We play a little" Danny said.
He pointed and said, I will play you or you , but not you" He said pointing at me. I was obviously the weaker player and by quite a matrgin dn just kept quiet.
Danny go tup first and won $500 adn then Dave did the same adn he paid off with no problems and that was that.
"In no way will I play you" he sid and walked away.
Wejust shrugged and started to walk out and I just couldn't stand it and walked over and asked' YOU play them but not me, why" I asked??
"Kid, don't huistle me, we do't play guys wering tennis shoes"!
We got the car and cracked up. i got some mileage from it adn they gave me crap all the way to OKC.
The first ime we stopped for gas, I changed shoes.
haha...that's great...one of the best I've heard in awhile..anyone got more like that keepem coming
There was a thread earlier where some folks started telling some hustling stories. I read them all and really enjoyed them. Tell me more please.
Are you hustling us?
TJ
A story from the other side of the Hustle... We were playing a tournament in a local hall and a gentleman walked in that none of us had recognized from before. We struck up a conversation with the guy and he was just one of those people that after 10 min of talking with him you felt like you have known him for years.
He rented a table near where we were sitting to practice. He started banging the balls around and asked if any of us wanted to play some cheap 9 ball. I agreed for 5 a game. I won the first match then the second. Then I broke a ran out the third. Just as he was asking to bump the bet I was called up for my next match in the tourney. He was no longer the nice and friendly guy we had met earlier. I apologized and told him that I would come back after my match. By the time I was done he was already playing someone else. I ended up out of the tourney but at least my night was paid for.
Never saw him again.
He rented a table near where we were sitting to practice. He started banging the balls around and asked if any of us wanted to play some cheap 9 ball. I agreed for 5 a game. I won the first match then the second. Then I broke a ran out the third. Just as he was asking to bump the bet I was called up for my next match in the tourney. He was no longer the nice and friendly guy we had met earlier. I apologized and told him that I would come back after my match. By the time I was done he was already playing someone else. I ended up out of the tourney but at least my night was paid for.
Never saw him again.
I think the best hustler story lately was the James Walden con.........It had us all going.......Good thing nobody lost any money, yet, I see today he is begging for bucks. Anybody that forks over any cash deserves to get burnt after recent events
Nope. Just enjoy the stories.
the hunter gets captured by the game
When I was a kid in high school, I thought I was pretty hot sh.t for shooting pool.....One day I walked into the local pool hall and saw a guy practicing by himself on a table....I sat there watching him shoot; he looked kinda awkward, not running many balls.....So, hotsh.t goes up to him and asks if he wants to play some 9 ball for 5 bucks a game.....this was back in the 60's.....50 bucks later, I quit, after watching him run all over me.....turns out he was practicing opposite hand shots before, and when we began gambling, he switched over and kicked my ass................
When I was a kid in high school, I thought I was pretty hot sh.t for shooting pool.....One day I walked into the local pool hall and saw a guy practicing by himself on a table....I sat there watching him shoot; he looked kinda awkward, not running many balls.....So, hotsh.t goes up to him and asks if he wants to play some 9 ball for 5 bucks a game.....this was back in the 60's.....50 bucks later, I quit, after watching him run all over me.....turns out he was practicing opposite hand shots before, and when we began gambling, he switched over and kicked my ass................
A friend of mine who we'll just call the Mexican was pretty well known in the southeast asked me if I would give him a ride to one of Shannon's tournaments. He said he would pay for all expenses and gas. I naturally said yes and offered to take half of him in the tourney and Calcutta.
We get to the tounament a day early. We're in the parking lot when he says "here you hold my cues". We walk in and there's a kid playing 9ball on the bar box. He says "you guys aren't from round here are ya? Well I know the kid can play but what about you old timer?" I kept it in as best I could.
He said, "10 a game sound good?" Needless to say he paid for our hotel and mini tournament fee that trip. My horse took 3rd to Nevel and Hennesee that tourney. But the whole tourney ppl thought I was the pro who was waiting to hustle. Someone even asked if I was Alex Pagulyan! Lol although we do look similar to southern folk.
Another the Mexican was looking for a game but the mark knew he was good at 9ball. The mark however was a decent 3cushion player. He asked for a game but only if we agreed to play 3 cushion and 9 ball figuring he would win 3c and free roll the 9ball game.
Right before the game he says "hey I only have 3hrs so let's play 3c first and we can play the 9 ball tomorrow if we don't have time."
The 3c match was over in 30mins. Absolutely amazing! "Hey since we have an 2 and half hrs left you ready for that 9ball set?"
the look on his face was priceless as he broke down his cue!
We get to the tounament a day early. We're in the parking lot when he says "here you hold my cues". We walk in and there's a kid playing 9ball on the bar box. He says "you guys aren't from round here are ya? Well I know the kid can play but what about you old timer?" I kept it in as best I could.
He said, "10 a game sound good?" Needless to say he paid for our hotel and mini tournament fee that trip. My horse took 3rd to Nevel and Hennesee that tourney. But the whole tourney ppl thought I was the pro who was waiting to hustle. Someone even asked if I was Alex Pagulyan! Lol although we do look similar to southern folk.
Another the Mexican was looking for a game but the mark knew he was good at 9ball. The mark however was a decent 3cushion player. He asked for a game but only if we agreed to play 3 cushion and 9 ball figuring he would win 3c and free roll the 9ball game.
Right before the game he says "hey I only have 3hrs so let's play 3c first and we can play the 9 ball tomorrow if we don't have time."
The 3c match was over in 30mins. Absolutely amazing! "Hey since we have an 2 and half hrs left you ready for that 9ball set?"
the look on his face was priceless as he broke down his cue!
This happened 2 days ago.
I was going thru some personal issues and went to play pool to blow off some steam. I walk in and i see the usuals playing 1p for a c note. I make my hellos and get my own table. I noticed this guy walking around sizing up the room, an older black guy who looks like he's been through some battles.
He's watching the regs play 1p and sees some of the better than average guys playing 9ball on a tight table and passes them up. Then he's clocking me hitting balls as hard as a break shot and comes over. "hey i see you like to play 9ball" I respond, "yea its relaxing not much thinking involved"
"you wanna play some?" he asked. I wasn't in the right frame of mind to gamble as evident of me trying to create the 7th hole on a table with my frustration. "yea we can hit'em round if you want"
so we start playing and he looks like a homeless man on the outside but he couldn't hide that smooth effortless stroke. He can't help but play some nice shapes to get in line early in the rack. Then here comes the hustle... he slow rolls the 7 and bangs the butt end of a house cue on the floor. I laugh to myself and think "really? this is supposed to lure me in?" So i bang the last 3 as hard as possible and this continues. He's keeping score and reminds me how bad im beating him. Then i say do you wanna play something cheap?
He says yea but im gonna need some weight. I've clocked his game by now but dont wanna be the punch line of a story so i say, "you got the last two going to 9 for 20" He jumps at it and i blitz him 9-2. I saw him yesterday and he says "hey do think i can beat the 1p game up there?" i say "no but we can play some" He says, " NO thanks i thought i had fish reeled in yesterday but didn't know Lions could swim"
I was going thru some personal issues and went to play pool to blow off some steam. I walk in and i see the usuals playing 1p for a c note. I make my hellos and get my own table. I noticed this guy walking around sizing up the room, an older black guy who looks like he's been through some battles.
He's watching the regs play 1p and sees some of the better than average guys playing 9ball on a tight table and passes them up. Then he's clocking me hitting balls as hard as a break shot and comes over. "hey i see you like to play 9ball" I respond, "yea its relaxing not much thinking involved"
"you wanna play some?" he asked. I wasn't in the right frame of mind to gamble as evident of me trying to create the 7th hole on a table with my frustration. "yea we can hit'em round if you want"
so we start playing and he looks like a homeless man on the outside but he couldn't hide that smooth effortless stroke. He can't help but play some nice shapes to get in line early in the rack. Then here comes the hustle... he slow rolls the 7 and bangs the butt end of a house cue on the floor. I laugh to myself and think "really? this is supposed to lure me in?" So i bang the last 3 as hard as possible and this continues. He's keeping score and reminds me how bad im beating him. Then i say do you wanna play something cheap?
He says yea but im gonna need some weight. I've clocked his game by now but dont wanna be the punch line of a story so i say, "you got the last two going to 9 for 20" He jumps at it and i blitz him 9-2. I saw him yesterday and he says "hey do think i can beat the 1p game up there?" i say "no but we can play some" He says, " NO thanks i thought i had fish reeled in yesterday but didn't know Lions could swim"
I knew that, I was just kidding. I have no real hustling stories because I'm not a hustler - not in the traditional way - but I do have one that I think is pretty funny involving myself and a guy named Finnegan in Hollywood Ca back in the 70s.
Finnegan often backed Cecil who I didn't like much. In fact, I so didn't like Cecil that I wanted to beat him so bad that even with a decent spot I'd fall apart with the hatred tearing at my body and soul. Now, simply because he was backing Cecil, that same hate was reserved for Finnegan as well. Of course it was not a genuine hate, but it bordered on it.
Finnegan was not a good player, not a player at all. We bumped into each other a lot but didn't really know each other. At the time I was also doing standup comedy, strictly amateur but not bad. I had a character named Tommy Conrad who wore wraparound sunglasses and played the sax, speaking with a heavy New York type accent. It was a pretty good act. But it was an act, and acts get old.
Anyway, I wanted this Finnegan really bad and I didn't care about the money, the amount, only that I would play and beat him. So I showed up at his home poolroom one day wearing my Tommy Conrad outfit. I got a table near him and began shooting around and missing easy shots. He finally walked up and asked if I wanted to play. I had the sunglasses on, my hair slicked back, and he did not recognize me. "Yeah, $3 a game sounds ok to me", I said. So we played. Now, the guy could not play at all. But, trying to maintain my Conrad persona while trying to see through those sunglasses was not easy. It took more time than I planned for him to quit. I won $9. That was good enough for me.
After we paid time I left the room and removed my sunglasses and fluffed out my hair to look as I normally did. Now he would recognize me. I came back into the poolroom and asked Finnegan if he had seen my brother. "I don't know your brother", he said.
'Well", I answered, "he looks almost exactly like me but he wears his hair slicked back and sometimes wears sunglasses. Did you see a guy like that in here?"
Finnegan paused briefly, scanning my face, and he knew - I know he knew - as he stammered just a bit before saying, "Uh, no, I didn't see anybody like that in here." I loved it.
TJ
Haha...sweet!
There was a thread earlier where some folks started telling some hustling stories. I read them all and really enjoyed them. Tell me more please.
You can expect 400 plus pages of hustling stories when I publish my book, The "Encyclopedia" of Pool Hustlers. Coming very soon.
Beard
There was a thread earlier where some folks started telling some hustling stories. I read them all and really enjoyed them. Tell me more please.
Whats the link of that thread? :smile:
Just a little story. This is the tread that got me wanting more.
9balladdict
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When you hustle do you go to a pool hall with a good cue or use a shitty house cue and on purpose play like a dipshit lol?
Banks
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My good cue is a shitty house cue and I play like a dipshit already. I don't understand your question.
