Most Memoriable DOGGED shot!!!

RunoutJJ

RunoutJJ

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I know this topic is a little negative but we all know you learn from yoru mistakes so im willing to share my story...


back in the summer of 98 i was a very young and excited player. I was in Raleigh NC at Brass Taps for the weekly 9 ball tournament. The director didnt know me so he made me a 6 out of 11 for the handicap tournament. Now the main reason for me entering this tournament was because i heard Johnny Archer is known to show up and i always admired Johnny and liked his style. Not to mention i come from an area (at the time) where guys like Johnny dont exisit so it made the moment even more special. So i win my first match 7-4 and then i see Johnny walk in and sit at the bar. They call me for my next match and there he is sitting in front of my table at the bar. Now i dont wanna seem like an excited teenager but at the time i was. Johnny was a player i really looked up to and admired so to have him watching me play (new guy in the room.. You all watch em adn dont deny it :lol:) was pressure enough.

Anyways i get great shape on the six and leave myself long and DEAD straight on the 7 in the top right corner pocket (8 feet) and nothing but a hard draw shot to get me back on the eight in the bottom right corner pocket for the win. A solid stance... Smooth stroke and the Scorpion staring straight at me (saw him in my sights). Nervous were getting to me to hit this shot but i think i was truly inspired to spear this one and with good faith i NAILED IT!!! The cue curved off the contact... the seven split the pocket and the rock came screaming back.. Hit the end rail good and stops on time for the easy cut on the 8.

I was all smiles and so elated about hitting the 7 so good i just set up half ass and guess what happened next???

Yeah... I rattled it!!
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Lesson learned... NEVER take any shot for granted. It wasnt that hard of a lesson to learn but im sure if you ask Johnny he'll probably remember
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What's your BEST dogged shot story????
 
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This past weekend I was in an APA hosted 9ball tourney so it was a ball race. I breezed through the first four playing pretty strong. It was shortened races, next match I was playing to 33 and my oponent 40. He was on fire, I was down 26-4. Then 33-11. I ran a rack, broke dry, got back to the table and ran the rest out. Somehow in there I got down to the 9ball and whoever got the 9 won. I set up for a 3/4 table slight cut. Rattle it but somehow luckily leave bad shape. the guy misses and leaves me a near full length table straight shot. Miss again and leave him out. Total bummer after fighting back so hard. Lesson learned, when the shot matter and pressure was on my form when to hell, I got excited and pulled up on the shot.
 
All good. i find it so difficult to play from behind but thats how it is.. I knew a guy that came back from a 1-6 deficent in a race to 7 to bring it to the hill and missed a hard shot just to sell out but ill tell you this... That player sent out a message to the rest of the league (dont give Dale a chance) and he finished 3rd int he leauge overall when he was almost dead last.

Good on dale :thumbup:
 
well mine isn't that exciting. It was a long time ago, maybe before I even ran my first rack? I had to make these shots in numerical order to win a game of 8 ball. I made the first shot and got absolutely perfect on 7. For me it was a really hard shot because I couldn't use inside english for shìt, I spun everything in with outside.

I just had to slide it in. I was chirping... "haha did you see how sweet I hit that ball? Nobody hits it THAT perfect."

After dogging the 7, I learned the dangers of chirping.

CueTable Help

 
Your utter trash and i cant believe you messed that up!!!! J/K
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I love cuetable btw.. I think its great!!! :thumbup:
 
I quit playing pool for about ten years. A new small pool room opened up and I told my son that we would go play, and we did. I got hooked on pool again right away, and we went to that little pool room a couple times and had some fun. Well they had a tourney on a saturday where first paid 200 second 100 and third 50 guaranteed. So I said what the hell, Ill see how bad I suck. Its race to 5 9 ball on 9 foot tables and I win my first match 5-0 so Im super geeked! I barely scrape though the rest of the way, and make it to the final match of the winners side. I lost, but I was supposed to, the guy who beat me was pretty good. So I play a guy for the losers side and Im winning 3-1, then im up 4-2 with an easy run. I make the eight and whitey slow rolls right up against the rail, but Its still an easy shot nearly straight in the corner. I was sooooo nervous, lol. I missed it so bad, I almost slopped it two rails in the opposite corner! lol! I lost. I should have been happy to be away from pool for so long and make it that far, but I actually lost sleep about that miss that night, lol.


Joe
 
Hill hill in a race to 11 for 500, I get on the wrong side of the 8 in the side (about a foot away from the pocket) to have an easy leave for the 9. The angle I had was such that I couldnt get to the long rail with a super thin hit, it would result in a scratch. So I elected to spin the 8 in and draw the cueball out from the rail a bit to go straight up and down the table. Well..... I hit it too thin, the draw didnt have time to take, and I scratched giving up bih on the 9.
I stood there at the table for a good solid minute in silence, and if memory serves me right, I threw up in my mouth a little bit..... :eek::D
Chuck
 
The worst dogged shot I ever saw was at a league tournament. I was on the table next to the guy. He was a 3 that got stuck shooting the 5th match of the finals. He was very nervous and it showed. He was sweating and shaking all through the match. Having watched him for most of his match, I noticed that he hit pretty much every shot with a little bit of follow.

As the match progresses, he manages to hold it together enough to get to the hill with a 5. The 3 gets to the 8, but left himself really tough. He tries the shot, but misses. The 5 runs a couple and scratches. So here we are. The 3 has BIH on the 8 for the trip and all the cash. The 8 is sitting about a foot from the side pocket and straight in. The 3 was out of timeouts and was worried about following the cueball into the pocket. Under that pressure, he just didn't think to create a little angle.

He lines up the cueball straight in on the 8. He gets down over the shot, his hands shaking so bad I don't know how he formed a bridge. He takes about 4 or 5 practice strokes then lets it go. He hit the ball so softly, it didn't make it to the hole. Nothing hit a rail, so it's BIH for the 5. The 5 runs out for the win.

I felt so bad for this guy. He played his heart out, but just couldn't get it done. In all my years of pool, I've never wanted to go the table to help a guy out more. And he wasn't even on my team.
 
Bubbles

Many many years ago when I was an APA 3. I got into a pro tourny just to get a chance to play with my idols. I drew Mizerack I played the best I had ever played. I made it to the hill hill game when low and behold I find myself with a virtualy hanging nine ball ever so slight cut and I would beat one of my idols.
and of course I bobble it.
So my wonderful friends start calling me "bobbles".
So when I entered tournements of course they said put bobbles in and someone would say "who bubbles" the rest is history beeen called bubbles every since.
Its cool I deserve it. but every so often when my oldest friends that know the real reason why I'm called that and use to try and rattle me now often hear.
Yep nice try sharking me...... "why don't you blow bubbles"
 
I have two stories to share. The first happened about 5 years ago give or take. I was playing in the weekly handicapped 9-ball tournament and I wound up facing off against one of the bigger names in the area (not a world champion or anything like that, but still a solid player). I think he had to give me something like the 5 or the 5 & 7 or something like that. Anyway, at hill-hill, he didn't make a ball on the break. The 9 was hanging in the side and the 1 ball was maybe 2 or 3 inches away off to the side a bit. The cue ball was in perfect shape to just play a super easy 1-9 billiard for the win. I mean, you could have hit anywhere from 1/4 of the 1 to just the edge and probably still would have pocketed the nine. Well, that match was the first time I got to play a player with a reputation, and here it looked like I had the match lock, stock, and barrel. Well, suddenly I started thinking that in previous matches, I'd always hit too much of the first ball playing billiard shots, and wound up going long of the target ball, so I decided to hit the 1 as thin as possible to ensure that this didn't happen. Well, I aimed so thin on the 1 that I didn't hit it at all and just went right passed it to pocket the 9 (foul). The 9 got spotted, and my opponent ran the table to close out the match. I was dejected for letting the match go, but that was when I learned that you have to work harder to maintain a level head against intimidating players. People always say you have to play the table, not the player...but they never mentioned that getting your mind to the point where you can do that takes a little work.

The other story I had happened more recently. I was in another weekly handicapped tournament, but this time, I was giving the spot away (I think it was the 5 ball). Anyway, I played terrible throughout the match, one bad shot after another. I started talking to myself, clueless as to why I was playing like this. On top of that, he would miss a shot with the ball going 3 rails on top of another ball for a safe and he also slopped 2 balls that led to runouts. I felt like the world was against me, and I allowed myself to continue my negative thinking. eventually, he was at hill-nil (that's right, no games for me), and he missed another shot that got safe. The kick was really hard and I wasn't feeling good about my kicking (not to mention the rest of my game) at the time, so I decided to try to tie up balls, taking a foul in hopes of coming back to the table with something a little easier to start off with. I tied up the balls exactly like I wanted to but after I played the shot I looked uptable just a bit to see the nine hanging in the side with the 2 ball a foot a way. Something like that would NEVER happen if I was anywhere close to my normal state of mind, but in the state I was in for that match, my brain just went on lockdown. Even when I was at the table, all I seemed to want to think about was how angry I was at the way things were turning out; I just shut out everything else...even something like a hannging 2-9. My opponent happily picked up BIH to drive the final nail into the coffin. Well, the positive idea I was able to take from there is that I know now that my mind isn't strong enough to withstand that kind of situation for a prolonged period of time (poor play from me + good play from opponent + bakery fresh out of rolls for me). It's difficult, but now that I know that it's something I need to work on, I can begin to work toward making myself a better player.
 
RunoutJJ said:
I know this topic is a little negative but we all know you learn from yoru mistakes so im willing to share my story...


back in the summer of 98 i was a very young and excited player. I was in Raleigh NC at Brass Taps for the weekly 9 ball tournament. The director didnt know me so he made me a 6 out of 11 for the handicap tournament. Now the main reason for me entering this tournament was because i heard Johnny Archer is known to show up and i always admired Johnny and liked his style. Not to mention i come from an area (at the time) where guys like Johnny dont exisit so it made the moment even more special. So i win my first match 7-4 and then i see Johnny walk in and sit at the bar. They call me for my next match and there he is sitting in front of my table at the bar. Now i dont wanna seem like an excited teenager but at the time i was. Johnny was a player i really looked up to and admired so to have him watching me play (new guy in the room.. You all watch em adn dont deny it :lol:) was pressure enough.

Anyways i get great shape on the six and leave myself long and DEAD straight on the 7 in the top right corner pocket (8 feet) and nothing but a hard draw shot to get me back on the eight in the bottom right corner pocket for the win. A solid stance... Smooth stroke and the Scorpion staring straight at me (saw him in my sights). Nervous were getting to me to hit this shot but i think i was truly inspired to spear this one and with good faith i NAILED IT!!! The cue curved off the contact... the seven split the pocket and the rock came screaming back.. Hit the end rail good and stops on time for the easy cut on the 8.

I was all smiles and so elated about hitting the 7 so good i just set up half ass and guess what happened next???

Yeah... I rattled it!!
2far.gif


Lesson learned... NEVER take any shot for granted. It wasnt that hard of a lesson to learn but im sure if you ask Johnny he'll probably remember
tounge.gif


What's your BEST dogged shot story????
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if i posted all my stories about this topic, Az's book would be twice as thick!! When aske d recently the best shot Ihave ever made, my first thought, was hell, I can't think of one I havent' missed!
 
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I don't have to think back too far. Last night playing 9-ball in APA (balls-scoring)..... I'm way ahead and started drinking in my normal too-fast method. I'm playing really well, and the guy I'm playing tells me he gets nervous playing me (for some reason I always crush this guy). .. well, he starts playing a lot of safeties and he's pulling them off... while my kicks start sucking.

... anyway, he catches and passes me. I need eight more points and there is four on the table when he finally muffs a saftey. I make the long shot 7-ball but have bad shape on the 8. I take this 15% shot and make it leaving good shape on the 9. (we both need 4-points at this point). My drunk-ass starts thinking about 'what if I miss, I need to leave him bad'... and I shoot an almost straight shot too-wide left of the pocket... and leave him a good shot... he makes it and then drops two on the next break. This guy has never beat me before. I should have just shot the 9-ball to make it rather than over-thinking a miss. :sorry:
 
It's 2002...and I am playing at the BCA Invitational in Vegas. I had just earned my pro status...and had never finished higher than 17th in a WPBA event at this point. Anyhow, I was on fire...beating Robin Dodson, Julie Kelly, Jennifer Chen...and I found myself in the top 4 on the winners side...playing Karen Corr to get to the hotseat match.

Now Karen had just given me a 9-1 drubbing a few months earlier...so I went into the match just wanting to play well and not get drilled again in front of all my friends. Instead...I continued to play jam-up...and before I realized it, it was 7-7 in a race-to-nine...and I was looking at a 5-6-8-9 out to take the hill first. As I approached the table to the 5...I looked to my left, and Vivian was playing Allison in the other winners side match...and players like Johnny Archer and Tony Robles were playing in the men's matches.

At that point...my brain flooded with all these thoughts...like "OMG...how did you get here" and "everyone in this room knows all these players...but no one knows you" and finally "If you win this match, you are going to have to play on TV".

It was brutal....and I got to the table and butchered that 5-ball. Expected, right? You all saw that coming. But here's the bad part....when I butchered that ball, I left Karen safe. And when she kicked at the ball, she left me almost the exact same shot as the one I had just drilled into the rail. Easy shot really...simple cut into the corner....straight out of the Top 10 Shots That Everyone on the Planet Makes Consistently.

I butchered it again. Finished 5th/6th. Was happy enough...it was my breakout tournament...and people really started to recognize me after that. But that shot/layout/moment/tournament will never, ever be forgotten by the pool player that resides within me.

Melissa
 
It's not a pool room ,it's an effing kennel

I never dogged a shot in my life until yesterday. That's a lie!!! I've dogged so many
shots they called in Cesar Milano to help me. I just don't want to discuss them. :ignore:
So there.
 
Most Memorable

Interestingly, the most memorable dogged shot was not my own.
I was sweating a match at Stick's Billiards in Colorado Springs (now closed)between two players, one getting the 6 ball. The lesser player dogged and hung the hill-hill, game winning six-ball. This hung ball caused the player enough distress that he let out a loud "Awwww F*%$K !!!" and jammed the butt of his cue into the wall nearest his table, leaving a 2" diameter hole in the wall.
For a few months after, nearly every time someone dogged a ball at Stick's they made a reference to this previous act by imitating this player with the friendliest hint of sarcasm with a chuckled "Aww F*%$K !!!", while raising the butt of their cue in a hole-making motion ...
 
Mine happened earlier this year, APA 8-ball. I was an SL3 at the time, playing an SL4. We were hill-hill. Early in the match, I hit a shot and I can't tell if I hit one of mine first or one of hers, and I didn't think ahead to have someone objective watch before I shot it. (BIG lesson learned there.) I simply wasn't sure, and said so. My opponent thought I had hit hers first, and no one around the table had anything to help out. I gave her ball in hand, much to the displeasure of my team captain. (I didn't know, she thought it was bad, that was good enough for me. I had no reason to mistrust her.)

So it plays out, and I work my way back to getting a shot on the eight, for the match. The eight is 1 inch from the side pocket, almost on the point but not badly. I'm about 3 feet away, opposite side towards the corner. I'm saying to myself, after all that drama, it's gonna work out after all.

Of course, I miss the eight completely. Didn't just miss the shot and not make the ball, I missed the ball completely. She had one ball left, dropped that one, then the eight.... game, set, match.

That stayed with me for 2 weeks. Everytime I went into the pool room, before I did anything else, I set up that stupid shot and drilled it in the pocket, then went about my business. After a couple of days, the regulars started wondering what was up with me. :o
 
Sometimes things happen for a reason!!!!

I was playing the late Tom Brown a few years ago at new wave billiards in miami in the seminole event.... I was up 6-1 in a race to 7 10ball. I was playing really really well and thought I had an easy win.
He got a couple easy combos off the break to make it like 6-4.
He missed an easy shot and I ran out with just an easy 9 like 3 inches from the corner . I missed it so bad my ears started ringing like someone punched me in the head... The chair I was sitting in was right by the pocket he was shooting at so he asked me to move, well there is not much room but a bathroom right next to me. I thought this was cheap move so I went into the bathroom and punched the stall.....lol


anyway he went on to win and I regrouped with an easy draw and finished 7th , where he lost his next 2 matches to saez and deull i think
 
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