The Woim
Banned
Beyond The Shadow Of A Doubt
Excellent topic.
Unlike everyone else in this room, this exact scenario happened to me on seven occasions.
In 1989 I was at the Baguong Open in San Antonio, Zambales, RP playing in a 9 Ball tourney with dozens of Filipino pro's. I finished last in the tourney and was enjoying a nice cool San Miguel beer when an unknown gunmen put a gun to my head and said "Rack 'em and run 'em or you're a goner." At that time, I would usually not even open up the rack on a 9 ball break but I broke and ran. My break was lousy like always, but I completed seven successful banks in a row! One of the banks was an 11 rail kick shot! The gunman shook my hand afterwards. That's on the level, guys.
The second time it happened, I was back stateside in San Diego and another gunmen held a gun to my head and said, "I'm looking to see a runout, if you don't, you're gonna run out of livin' when this Glock clocks you." So, I stepped to the table and made ALL nine balls on the break. The gunman was arrested because he fainted.
The third time, I was playing at a friend's house and, with gaining experience, I had just successfully ran 37 racks in a row of 9 ball. My best friend of 22 years pulled a gun on me and said, "Do it again." So, I did it one more time and I finished it off with a 22 rail kick and, while my friend stood there all wide eyed and mouth agape, I broke my cue over his head. Friends just don't make friends run 38 straight run outs in 9 ball unless there's a free beer at the end of it all.
The fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh time was all at the hands of the same gunman. That's also on the level, guys. He kept getting paroled. Well, the seventh time had a caveat to it. He didn't put the gun to my head and say "Run 'em or else." He put the gun to my head and said, "No less than a 4 rail bank on every ball or it's curtains for you." So, I broke hard with 2 balls (the 7 and 4) richocheting off six or seven (I lost count) rails and pocketing in the corner pockets of the head rail. The gunman cocked his revolver and said, "You got five more balls on the table, make 'em count." I looked calmly at him and said, "you got six pills in that peashooter, I suggest you keep your eyes open."
At this juncture, I pulled off the most spectacular shot in the history of pool. I made ALL five balls hit six rails each and find a pocket. Four of the ball found there way to the side pocket where the gunman stood and as he giggled uncontrollably I knocked him unconscious with a fast right hand to the jaw - I heard it crumble under the pressure of my iron hard knuckles and down he went.
I put my cue stick in the case, stepped over the gunman, and casually mentioned to the guy behind the counter "Looks like he's going back to the bighouse."
If they parole him again, I shove all nine balls and the cue ball down his throat and stick a Meucci up his rear end. The Meucci up the rear end is because of how merciful I am - it's too whippy to cause pain.
That's on the level, guys.
From the desk of the One-Eyed Jack
The Woim
Excellent topic.
Unlike everyone else in this room, this exact scenario happened to me on seven occasions.
In 1989 I was at the Baguong Open in San Antonio, Zambales, RP playing in a 9 Ball tourney with dozens of Filipino pro's. I finished last in the tourney and was enjoying a nice cool San Miguel beer when an unknown gunmen put a gun to my head and said "Rack 'em and run 'em or you're a goner." At that time, I would usually not even open up the rack on a 9 ball break but I broke and ran. My break was lousy like always, but I completed seven successful banks in a row! One of the banks was an 11 rail kick shot! The gunman shook my hand afterwards. That's on the level, guys.
The second time it happened, I was back stateside in San Diego and another gunmen held a gun to my head and said, "I'm looking to see a runout, if you don't, you're gonna run out of livin' when this Glock clocks you." So, I stepped to the table and made ALL nine balls on the break. The gunman was arrested because he fainted.
The third time, I was playing at a friend's house and, with gaining experience, I had just successfully ran 37 racks in a row of 9 ball. My best friend of 22 years pulled a gun on me and said, "Do it again." So, I did it one more time and I finished it off with a 22 rail kick and, while my friend stood there all wide eyed and mouth agape, I broke my cue over his head. Friends just don't make friends run 38 straight run outs in 9 ball unless there's a free beer at the end of it all.
The fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh time was all at the hands of the same gunman. That's also on the level, guys. He kept getting paroled. Well, the seventh time had a caveat to it. He didn't put the gun to my head and say "Run 'em or else." He put the gun to my head and said, "No less than a 4 rail bank on every ball or it's curtains for you." So, I broke hard with 2 balls (the 7 and 4) richocheting off six or seven (I lost count) rails and pocketing in the corner pockets of the head rail. The gunman cocked his revolver and said, "You got five more balls on the table, make 'em count." I looked calmly at him and said, "you got six pills in that peashooter, I suggest you keep your eyes open."
At this juncture, I pulled off the most spectacular shot in the history of pool. I made ALL five balls hit six rails each and find a pocket. Four of the ball found there way to the side pocket where the gunman stood and as he giggled uncontrollably I knocked him unconscious with a fast right hand to the jaw - I heard it crumble under the pressure of my iron hard knuckles and down he went.
I put my cue stick in the case, stepped over the gunman, and casually mentioned to the guy behind the counter "Looks like he's going back to the bighouse."
If they parole him again, I shove all nine balls and the cue ball down his throat and stick a Meucci up his rear end. The Meucci up the rear end is because of how merciful I am - it's too whippy to cause pain.
That's on the level, guys.
From the desk of the One-Eyed Jack
The Woim
