is bobby pickle out
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The wat I heard it was that Bobby was needing a place to grab some sleep before ghis next match at the tournament and these guys offered their room to him and while he was grabing some shuteye the cops busted in. I have met Bobby and played pool with his son down at Legends and he's a swell guy to BS with.---Smitty
easy-e said:
could have been one of his brothers Gerken or Dill.
> This is the way it was explained to me. Bobby goes to motel room to see person A and there was a person B there. Persons A and B were being watched. Cops bust in on A and B while Bobby is there. An ounce of something was found under the bed and 1/2 ounce of something else in the nightstand. Persons A and B denied it being theirs. They leaned on Bobby in hopes he would roll on A and B,threatening to stick it all on him. HE DID NOT,and served about a year to keep from being a snitch.
This all could have been avoided by not going there,but basically he made a mistake,took the hitch without becoming a rat,and got a pretty sweet deal in the process. An 1/2 ounce of ANYTHING in Tennessee is enough for the state to press possession with intent to sell/distribute,and there was an oz of one thing and a 1/2 of another,which is a "doubler". That would have been 2 class A felonies,8-12 yrs minimum. Only serving basically a year at 201 Poplar as opposed to prison is quite a break,even though it has to SUCK.
That's a stand-up guy that takes jail rather than rolling. Tommy D.
This all could have been avoided by not going there,but basically he made a mistake,took the hitch without becoming a rat,and got a pretty sweet deal in the process. An 1/2 ounce of ANYTHING in Tennessee is enough for the state to press possession with intent to sell/distribute,and there was an oz of one thing and a 1/2 of another,which is a "doubler". That would have been 2 class A felonies,8-12 yrs minimum. Only serving basically a year at 201 Poplar as opposed to prison is quite a break,even though it has to SUCK.
That's a stand-up guy that takes jail rather than rolling. Tommy D.
Personally, I know from experience about being railroaded with the legal system.
I ran a poolroom in San Antonio in the late 80's through the mid 90's. One afternoon, I was giving a regular a lesson for $20. At the end of the lesson, he pulls out $30 and tells me the extra $10 is for the entry fee for the tournament that evening. As he hands it to me, two guys charge up and grab me and him by the arms, yelling that they're the police (vice squad).
We were busted for gambling. As they're filling out the arrest report, one officer asked me where I work and I tell him I manage the poolroom. He gets a big sh#t eating grin on his face, like he just busted Al Capone, and says, "Well, that's gaming!"
Come to find out, in the state of Texas, gambling on a pool game is a misdemeanor but if one of the participants works in the bar or poolroom, it's considered promoting gambling or "gaming" and that's a felony.
If convicted, the poolroom or bar can lose its liquor license.
Well, four trips to court over the next 14 months, $2500 in legal fees, standing my ground each time an Asst. DA tried to plea bargain it down to a lesser charge, it was finally dismissed.
The other guy wasn't so lucky. He got a fine of $65 fine for gambling and a $250 contempt charge for calling the judge a MF! LOL
Ends up, the guy who ran our snack bar gambled with some guy he didn't know and beat him out of his weekly lunch money ($40). His wife called the cops on us.
The part that makes me mad is the scam the DA's office pulls by telling you, if you're convicted, it's X amount of time in jail plus X amount of dollars in fines but if you plead to this lesser charge, you can pay this much and go home today.
What a crock!!!!!
I hope Bobby's alright. I've always enjoyed his company.
Stones<<gambled everyday at the poolroom, but this time wasn't one of them.
I ran a poolroom in San Antonio in the late 80's through the mid 90's. One afternoon, I was giving a regular a lesson for $20. At the end of the lesson, he pulls out $30 and tells me the extra $10 is for the entry fee for the tournament that evening. As he hands it to me, two guys charge up and grab me and him by the arms, yelling that they're the police (vice squad).
We were busted for gambling. As they're filling out the arrest report, one officer asked me where I work and I tell him I manage the poolroom. He gets a big sh#t eating grin on his face, like he just busted Al Capone, and says, "Well, that's gaming!"
Come to find out, in the state of Texas, gambling on a pool game is a misdemeanor but if one of the participants works in the bar or poolroom, it's considered promoting gambling or "gaming" and that's a felony.
If convicted, the poolroom or bar can lose its liquor license.
Well, four trips to court over the next 14 months, $2500 in legal fees, standing my ground each time an Asst. DA tried to plea bargain it down to a lesser charge, it was finally dismissed.
The other guy wasn't so lucky. He got a fine of $65 fine for gambling and a $250 contempt charge for calling the judge a MF! LOL
Ends up, the guy who ran our snack bar gambled with some guy he didn't know and beat him out of his weekly lunch money ($40). His wife called the cops on us.
The part that makes me mad is the scam the DA's office pulls by telling you, if you're convicted, it's X amount of time in jail plus X amount of dollars in fines but if you plead to this lesser charge, you can pay this much and go home today.
What a crock!!!!!
I hope Bobby's alright. I've always enjoyed his company.
Stones<<gambled everyday at the poolroom, but this time wasn't one of them.
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Wtf
2. On probation
3. Hanging out with drug dealers
Do I have it right so far? Does anyone know the real details of this case? How did the police know what was going on in the room? Did they get caught smoking pot, coke, crack, meth, or what? I think some major details are being left out. Is there a public record?
1. Has a recordDoug said:
2. On probation
3. Hanging out with drug dealers
Do I have it right so far? Does anyone know the real details of this case? How did the police know what was going on in the room? Did they get caught smoking pot, coke, crack, meth, or what? I think some major details are being left out. Is there a public record?
WTF again
So if a convicted child molester who had gone to prison for it was wanting to get to know your kids I guess that would be fine with you? No need to answer, I know the answer.muttley76 said:
WTF again again
What do you mean "burn them"? Two people's word about what?ShootingArts said:
Tap Tap
It was all a big misunderstanding. I'm sure.trustyrusty said:
Bumpy=Bobby???
I like Bobby and I hope this is all behind him, he has my full respect, no baggage, he is 100% with me, I hope to get to know him better in time to come.
BTW: I like the name Bumpypickle, i think its funny, it awalys makes me smile/laugh.:smile:
I like Bobby and I hope this is all behind him, he has my full respect, no baggage, he is 100% with me, I hope to get to know him better in time to come.
BTW: I like the name Bumpypickle, i think its funny, it awalys makes me smile/laugh.:smile:
Help me out here.
What is "rolling" anyway. I guess if the drug dealers had just killed someone and Pickle took the blame it would have made him pretty much the coolest guy in the pool world.... On the level of "THE ANTI-SNITCH". You guys are funny.
So I just want to be sure that I have this straight. It is very important to me in my never ending quest to be a cool guy in the pool room. If I happen to get pulled over or arrested with a couple drug dealing buddies I am supposed to tell the police that the drugs that they found are mine even if they're not because I don't want to be a snitch? I hope I have this right. My life, time, interests, work, family, girlfriend, wife, etc. are not as important as the fear of being called a snitch by a couple of drug dealers? I learn something new everyday. Would Efren or any other top pro have taken the same blame to avoid being called a snitch?Tommy-D said:
What is "rolling" anyway. I guess if the drug dealers had just killed someone and Pickle took the blame it would have made him pretty much the coolest guy in the pool world.... On the level of "THE ANTI-SNITCH". You guys are funny.
bumpypickle said:
Bumpy P, you are right in your assessment in regards to the real world. but in the nether world of drugs/gambling/thievery/pimping,etc., you could be facing a lot worse fate than jail if you simply rolled over on everyone. That is a given.
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I'm fine being the sour.
No, I have never met Pickle but he sounds charming. Watched some of his drunk pool on TAR, he's no snitch.
The reference to molesting was in response to muttley76 saying that as long as you've paid your debt to society then you can't hold anything against a person that has committed a crime. (ever heard of a background investigation?) Society holds things against criminals, period. It has to. The analogy of killing was if Pickle is regarded as some sort of great guy now because he didn't snitch, just imagine how "cool" he would be if he took the blame for a murder?rackem said:Bumpypickle
There was no child molesting and no killing. Why do you mention those silly analogys.
In the world of pickles you are the "Sour dill":yes:
Bobby is the "Real Gerkin" Have you ever meet Him?
No, I have never met Pickle but he sounds charming. Watched some of his drunk pool on TAR, he's no snitch.
i guess the best thing to do is to not put yourself in a situation where you might have to make the decision to snitch or not to snitch. we all have to make our own choices though.
One quick story - I was hanging out in a poolroom a long time ago, playing pool every day with drug dealers, pimps, bookies etc. The cops bust me INSIDE the joint and take me outside and cuff me. Now a cop searches me and pulls a small bag out of my jacket pocket. He looks at it and says it's heroin. I NEVER IN MY LIFE USED THE STUFF! I ask him where he got that. He says it came out of my jacket pocket. I told him he must have put it there then. They put me in a patrol car and take me to the police station.
I'm booked on "suspicion of sales" and put in a holding cell. After a couple of hours someone comes and gets me and tells me the detectives want to talk to me. They take me to an interrogation room and two cops are waiting for me. They first tell me how serious the charges are against me. I could go to state prison. I told them the cop planted the bag on me, that I did not use the stuff, let alone sell it. I said look at my arms.
Now the detective starts asking me if I know certain people, all of whom come to the poolroom, and many who I have gambled with. I said yeah I know them, but I don't know anything about their business. I told the cop that I play pool for a living and I gambled with these guys. I don't ask them about their business. He says that he knows that already, there have been undercover guys in there for weeks now. He nows tells me he only wants information from me and I'm free to go. All I have to do is co-operate with them.
Now the cop slides a $50 bill across the table to me. A lot of money in 1968, when my rent was $25 a week. He tells me that I will get paid $50 a week to help them out. I think about it for maybe five seconds. Tempting but no deal. I told him I can't help them, it could get me killed. A few minutes later, I get taken back to the holding cell. After another hour or so they let me go. It was all a rouse to try to get me on their "team". I never heard from them again, or got arrested.
This story is not in my book. :smile:
I'm booked on "suspicion of sales" and put in a holding cell. After a couple of hours someone comes and gets me and tells me the detectives want to talk to me. They take me to an interrogation room and two cops are waiting for me. They first tell me how serious the charges are against me. I could go to state prison. I told them the cop planted the bag on me, that I did not use the stuff, let alone sell it. I said look at my arms.
Now the detective starts asking me if I know certain people, all of whom come to the poolroom, and many who I have gambled with. I said yeah I know them, but I don't know anything about their business. I told the cop that I play pool for a living and I gambled with these guys. I don't ask them about their business. He says that he knows that already, there have been undercover guys in there for weeks now. He nows tells me he only wants information from me and I'm free to go. All I have to do is co-operate with them.
Now the cop slides a $50 bill across the table to me. A lot of money in 1968, when my rent was $25 a week. He tells me that I will get paid $50 a week to help them out. I think about it for maybe five seconds. Tempting but no deal. I told him I can't help them, it could get me killed. A few minutes later, I get taken back to the holding cell. After another hour or so they let me go. It was all a rouse to try to get me on their "team". I never heard from them again, or got arrested.
This story is not in my book. :smile: