I wish I remembered who told it,
Playin’for the “Bob”
Makes me grin just remembering that one......
Nicknames.
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I wish I remembered who told it,
Playin’for the “Bob”
Makes me grin just remembering that one......
I believe it was smorgasbored
Indeed it was. One of the best stories!
Beware of anybody with a state in their nickname...
(edit) Not a real nickname, but after my honorary nephew beat Mika at a Reno bar table championship, a disgusted Mika said he was beat by a logger.
The funny bit? Matt comes from a timber family...has logger relatives, grandpa owned a lumber mill. Nobody in his family, including himself, is a stranger to a chain saw.
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By Request, the story of Tampa Tubby Bob
Those that are looking for short tales probably should pass on though, this one is a bit long.
Here is a, probably the classic story from Smorg. He was the kind of person that funny things happened to and around. I have known a few like that, my old partner Bobby was the same. The smallest thing I did with Bobby often turned into an epic, even life threatening, adventure. Anyway, here is the story from Smorg. Because of who Smorg was every word may be gospel, every word a myth, or somewhere in between. That was part of Smorg's mystique, we never really knew who he was or which of his many persona was really him if any was. Maybe they all were?
An Update: A good friend of Smorg’s confirmed this was a true story.
(Tampa Tubby Bob)
(*<~ It was on my way home from New Orleans two weeks ago ...... <insert flashback music here> I stopped at my brother's workplace and was talked into spending two days at Spring Break assisting the young girls in their wet T-shirt competitions and bikini contests. Man, I've still got it and so do they.
Anyway, that brother lives ON THE BEACH (about 100' to the surf) of the Gulf of Mexico in a beautiful 3 bedroom home with ALL the amenities (I'd like to swap places with him- including significant other).
He lives just east of Panama City in a little beach community called St. Joe Beach. There is a place there (within crawling distance of the house) called "Regan's Pub & Oyster Bar" Est. Nov.14th 2000 157,920 Oyster's Shucked (when the t-shirt was printed).
After a hard day of rubbing up against nubile young things in Panama City we ended up at Regan's depleting their oyster stock and keeping the 'shucker' employed. The bar area had a 4x8 pooltable and the proximity to the beach and the breeze had it in the lower 50’s. I had on my Planet 9-Ball jacket with the BIG logo of a planet that looks like a 9-ball (duh).
All the locals wanted to challenge my brother and I to some partners 8-ball and we obliged. We won every game for hours, no matter what rules they made up along the way. We stopped to take a break and eat MORE oysters and one of the players asked me what I 'did' in Tampa. I told him that I was a professional pool player (my brother almost blew an oyster out of his nose).
This fellow named Jim-Bob wanted to play me heads up. I told him that I'd play, but I wouldn't play cheap. He told me that he didn't care WHAT we played for as he racked the balls and I prepared to break. I'd told him that I was called Tampa Tubby and as I smashed the balls I exclaimed that I was playing him for his 'Bob'. At first, he thought that I was kidding, but as it dawned on him that I was serious he became VERY nervous. All activity stopped in the building as EVERYONE came to sweat this game. The most serious game to ever take place in St. Joe Beach, Fl.
I got down to the eightball and Jim-Bob said that I had to 'bank it' AND we were also playing last pocket 8-ball. I'd made my last ball in the side pocket and was in trouble with the way his balls were laying on the table. When I asked if I could play the eight off of one of his balls and he said yes, I kicked the eight from near the end rail and off his ball into 'my' side pocket. GAME OVER. I'd won 'the Bob'. Everyone laughed and cheered while now calling me "Tampa Tubby-Bob".
At the same time,everyone now called Jim-Bob simply JIM. Jim was divastated. It was sinking in that he had lost his 'Bob' and he didn't like it one little bit. People were now calling him 'Bobless' and his boss (who was present) threatened to fire him and make him 'Jobless Bobless'. He's been 'Bobbited'. He wanted a re-match. I said NO. I told him that I would return in exactly one year and play him ONE GAME and give him an opportunity to win his 'Bob' back.
I've spoken to my brother a few times since I've left St. Joe Beach and he assures me NO ONE has called him Jim-Bob since he lost and that the word has spread up & down the beach. They're planning a big 'special day' for next year and my return. I'm thinking about breaking out my sling, walker, eye-patch, etc. to make it REALLY exciting. I know that I dance to beat of a different drum (at least I didn't insist that he throw in a moon pie), but everyone seems to like it (so far). I didn't get a BOP on the nose. Life is good.
Does it get any better than this?
(end of Smorg's tale)
Those that are looking for short tales probably should pass on though, this one is a bit long.
Here is a, probably the classic story from Smorg. He was the kind of person that funny things happened to and around. I have known a few like that, my old partner Bobby was the same. The smallest thing I did with Bobby often turned into an epic, even life threatening, adventure. Anyway, here is the story from Smorg. Because of who Smorg was every word may be gospel, every word a myth, or somewhere in between. That was part of Smorg's mystique, we never really knew who he was or which of his many persona was really him if any was. Maybe they all were?
An Update: A good friend of Smorg’s confirmed this was a true story.
(Tampa Tubby Bob)
(*<~ It was on my way home from New Orleans two weeks ago ...... <insert flashback music here> I stopped at my brother's workplace and was talked into spending two days at Spring Break assisting the young girls in their wet T-shirt competitions and bikini contests. Man, I've still got it and so do they.
Anyway, that brother lives ON THE BEACH (about 100' to the surf) of the Gulf of Mexico in a beautiful 3 bedroom home with ALL the amenities (I'd like to swap places with him- including significant other).
He lives just east of Panama City in a little beach community called St. Joe Beach. There is a place there (within crawling distance of the house) called "Regan's Pub & Oyster Bar" Est. Nov.14th 2000 157,920 Oyster's Shucked (when the t-shirt was printed).
After a hard day of rubbing up against nubile young things in Panama City we ended up at Regan's depleting their oyster stock and keeping the 'shucker' employed. The bar area had a 4x8 pooltable and the proximity to the beach and the breeze had it in the lower 50’s. I had on my Planet 9-Ball jacket with the BIG logo of a planet that looks like a 9-ball (duh).
All the locals wanted to challenge my brother and I to some partners 8-ball and we obliged. We won every game for hours, no matter what rules they made up along the way. We stopped to take a break and eat MORE oysters and one of the players asked me what I 'did' in Tampa. I told him that I was a professional pool player (my brother almost blew an oyster out of his nose).
This fellow named Jim-Bob wanted to play me heads up. I told him that I'd play, but I wouldn't play cheap. He told me that he didn't care WHAT we played for as he racked the balls and I prepared to break. I'd told him that I was called Tampa Tubby and as I smashed the balls I exclaimed that I was playing him for his 'Bob'. At first, he thought that I was kidding, but as it dawned on him that I was serious he became VERY nervous. All activity stopped in the building as EVERYONE came to sweat this game. The most serious game to ever take place in St. Joe Beach, Fl.
I got down to the eightball and Jim-Bob said that I had to 'bank it' AND we were also playing last pocket 8-ball. I'd made my last ball in the side pocket and was in trouble with the way his balls were laying on the table. When I asked if I could play the eight off of one of his balls and he said yes, I kicked the eight from near the end rail and off his ball into 'my' side pocket. GAME OVER. I'd won 'the Bob'. Everyone laughed and cheered while now calling me "Tampa Tubby-Bob".
At the same time,everyone now called Jim-Bob simply JIM. Jim was divastated. It was sinking in that he had lost his 'Bob' and he didn't like it one little bit. People were now calling him 'Bobless' and his boss (who was present) threatened to fire him and make him 'Jobless Bobless'. He's been 'Bobbited'. He wanted a re-match. I said NO. I told him that I would return in exactly one year and play him ONE GAME and give him an opportunity to win his 'Bob' back.
I've spoken to my brother a few times since I've left St. Joe Beach and he assures me NO ONE has called him Jim-Bob since he lost and that the word has spread up & down the beach. They're planning a big 'special day' for next year and my return. I'm thinking about breaking out my sling, walker, eye-patch, etc. to make it REALLY exciting. I know that I dance to beat of a different drum (at least I didn't insist that he throw in a moon pie), but everyone seems to like it (so far). I didn't get a BOP on the nose. Life is good.
Does it get any better than this?
(end of Smorg's tale)
Bet It All Paul
Vinnie Van Go
Dancing Bear
Frenchie
Hiroshi
The Fall Guy
Joe Big Dough
Joe Big Plume (real name)
Vinnie Van Go
Dancing Bear
Frenchie
Hiroshi
The Fall Guy
Joe Big Dough
Joe Big Plume (real name)
Ron "everything's funny when you're winning big money" Wiseman.
Jay,
Bakersfield Bobby
Legs
Gene the Machine
Jessie James
Harry the Horse
Charlie the Ape
Peter Gunn
Ice Man
Poncho
Bill S.
Rush Out Red and Lotsapoppa. Played them both.
And for the vertically challenged we had Boston Shorty, California Shorty and Crippled Shorty, plus everyone's favorite The Jockey.
Another perfect name was for Gabby, who may not say a word for hours except, "yes, no or okay."
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Can't believe nobody has mentioned my favorite nickname, Weenie Beanie (Bill Staton).
Owner of Jack and Jills in Arlington, Virginia. The old days of pool. And a player in his own right.
And, in case anyone is interested, there is still one Weenie Beanie fast food stand left.
All the best,
WW
Owner of Jack and Jills in Arlington, Virginia. The old days of pool. And a player in his own right.
And, in case anyone is interested, there is still one Weenie Beanie fast food stand left.
All the best,
WW
I've run across many nicknames in my day and held a few myself.
Fast Eddie (Parker), (John) Cash Cronin, Omaha Fats, (John Shuput) Omaha John,
(John Sephino- not sure about the spelling) Super, Animal, Jesus ( I got tagged with that myself for a while I had long curly hair and a beard), Fat David, LA Keith McCready( when I first heard of Keith that's what they called him.), Junior Slipstroke, Junior Brown, (Greg Stevens) Big Train, Preacher, Whistler- he whistled when he played- he whistled when you played lol, (Johnny Walker- had blazing red hair) you guessed it Red , Batman and Robin road players cant remember their real names maybe one of you guys can refresh my memory, (Dave Yager) the Giraffe,( Richie Sager) the Disco Plowboy, (Jack- one of my running partners. I'll leave his last name out lol) Cocaine Jack also known as Snaggle tooth before he got dentures... lol
A few of the names I've been tagged with over the years,
Deacon, Stroke, The South Omaha Stroke, Guillermo Huesos the Ghetto Wedo - which translates to Billy Bones the Ghetto White Boy, which is where I got the name I have had over 40 years now- Billy Bones
. Have a great day folks.
Namaste,
Billy Bones
Fast Eddie (Parker), (John) Cash Cronin, Omaha Fats, (John Shuput) Omaha John,
(John Sephino- not sure about the spelling) Super, Animal, Jesus ( I got tagged with that myself for a while I had long curly hair and a beard), Fat David, LA Keith McCready( when I first heard of Keith that's what they called him.), Junior Slipstroke, Junior Brown, (Greg Stevens) Big Train, Preacher, Whistler- he whistled when he played- he whistled when you played lol, (Johnny Walker- had blazing red hair) you guessed it Red , Batman and Robin road players cant remember their real names maybe one of you guys can refresh my memory, (Dave Yager) the Giraffe,( Richie Sager) the Disco Plowboy, (Jack- one of my running partners. I'll leave his last name out lol) Cocaine Jack also known as Snaggle tooth before he got dentures... lol
A few of the names I've been tagged with over the years,
Deacon, Stroke, The South Omaha Stroke, Guillermo Huesos the Ghetto Wedo - which translates to Billy Bones the Ghetto White Boy, which is where I got the name I have had over 40 years now- Billy Bones
. Have a great day folks.
Namaste,
Billy Bones
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Batman and Robin were two players out of Florida - John Ditoro and Tommy Brown.
Thanks for that! Billy was one of my favorite people ever. He was triple smart and loved to gamble, the higher the better.
Thank you Jay I couldn't remember their names.... I gotta bad case of CRS lol: thumbup: