Old Hustle From Back In The Day

[gesan]

Good on you and the one armed man! Much better then having Richard Kimble chasing you all the time.

A classic case of taking chicken shite and turning it into chicken salad!

Really quite inspirational!

This is a hustle that a one arm friend and myself pulled for a few years in bars all over Long Island and the surrounding area. Billy lost his arm above the elbow while we were hydroplane racing in front of Oceanside Beach in the late 50’s. He flipped his hydro and the boat behind him took his arm off with its prop. He had been a better than average pool player with two arms, but with one he was about a “C” player…maybe.

What we would do is go to bars we were not known. We would go in separate and meet at the bar. While sitting next to each other I would talk him into playing some pool for money. I acted like a jerk and he came off as the good guy. Then we would go to a table and start playing 8 ball for $10 a game…him one handed, me two hands. After every game I beat him I’d act like I was trying to up the bet hustling him. It didn’t take too many games before we heard those magic words from one or more that were watching from the bar. “Why don’t you play someone with two arms?” Then I would spend the next few hours hustling these guys that felt so sorry for Billy and hated me so bad they wanted to beat me so bad on the table they couldn’t wait to put their money up. Most of the time Billy and I would split a few hundred or more (nice little score in the 1950’s to early 1960’s) when we met up again later. Johnnyt

 

[Johnnyt]

LOL, why am i not surprised in the least ?
My pop grew up literally right next door to a pool room in Corona, it was called Damianos. He told me quite a few stories about that place. Hes about 15 years older than you i think.

Corona...I use to hit the bars near a big milk plant (can't remember name) there. Made some pretty easy money in them. I wasn't too picky back then. I'd hustle blue collars, criminals, and wealthy people on the table or flat out pull a good con. Wealthy were the hardest to trap...most were nits. Nit to me=someone that won't let you steal from them...I hate that. LOL. Johnnyt

 

[Lucky_Lew66]

thats the hustle they use in the color of money where Vincent wears goofy glasses and the stranger puts his hand on Vincents gf's butt, and then they get the bar tender to bet $1000 that Vincent can beat the stranger...two brothers and a stranger...:thumbup:

 

[Hungarian]

No body begged them to get on their white horses and save to nice one-arm guy from the jerk taking advantage of him. Johnnyt

Nice humanitarians you and one armed Dick are. Trick people into thinking a poor one armed bastard is in peril then take them off. I should take my elderly mother into the bar. She has scoliosis and can't stand up straight. I bet if I thought long enough I'd be able to figure out how I could hustle a few sympathy dollars out of the bar patrons.

 

[Hungarian]

Gus Littlehand from Houston. Don't worry he can play. And he's not a two-bit hustler. He will get in the box and bet large. I watched him play Flyboy $10k sets on a regular basis. He and Fly played about the same speed. So that should give you an indication how well he actually played. I think he had polio as a child. He has a real short arm and little hand. He's got to be the best player EVER with a deformed bridging arm.

 

[Hungarian]

LOL, why am i not surprised in the least ?
My pop grew up literally right next door to a pool room in Corona, it was called Damianos. He told me quite a few stories about that place. Hes about 15 years older than you i think.

That's old

 

[alphadog]

This is a hustle that a one arm friend and myself pulled for a few years in bars all over Long Island and the surrounding area. Billy lost his arm above the elbow while we were hydroplane racing in front of Oceanside Beach in the late 50’s. He flipped his hydro and the boat behind him took his arm off with its prop. He had been a better than average pool player with two arms, but with one he was about a “C” player…maybe.

What we would do is go to bars we were not known. We would go in separate and meet at the bar. While sitting next to each other I would talk him into playing some pool for money. I acted like a jerk and he came off as the good guy. Then we would go to a table and start playing 8 ball for $10 a game…him one handed, me two hands. After every game I beat him I’d act like I was trying to up the bet hustling him. It didn’t take too many games before we heard those magic words from one or more that were watching from the bar. “Why don’t you play someone with two arms?” Then I would spend the next few hours hustling these guys that felt so sorry for Billy and hated me so bad they wanted to beat me so bad on the table they couldn’t wait to put their money up. Most of the time Billy and I would split a few hundred or more (nice little score in the 1950’s to early 1960’s) when we met up again later. Johnnyt

I am surprised by these antics. You always claim these were ROUGH places.
The ROUGH places I have been in,you would have gotten a broken arm, and been
told, "Now that you two are even,you had better double the bet.".
Don't stop posting though ,I consider you an asset to AZB.

 

[alstl]

I've seen a similar hustle but not with a one armed guy, just one guy beating another less competent guy and being a jerk about it to try to attract attention and get someone to play.

Also seen a hustle with a top known player and his backer, an unknown acting as a backer who doesn't play much trapping people who think they are catching a break playing the backer instead of the known player.

 

[Johnnyt]

I am surprised by these antics. You always claim these were ROUGH places.
The ROUGH places I have been in,you would have gotten a broken arm, and been
told, "Now that you two are even,you had better double the bet.".
Don't stop posting though ,I consider you an asset to AZB.

Rough bars were not the only type I hustled...but whatever. Johnnyt

 

[blah blah]

One night a friend and I challenged a guy who played just a hair above either of us, and for his partner he suggested a guy we didn't know, but who had his right arm in a cast. He had super long red hair in a ponytail and a short beard and moustache. And that cast.

We started playing around 9 or 10pm and it went back and forth. By midnight they were up a little. By 2a they were up a little more. By 4am Mr. Redhead-with-a-cast couldn't freaking miss, and we were so tired and dazed we just had no quit in us.

We finally stumbled to our cars like zombies under the 7am blazing sunlight of defeat- it was our longest doubles session ever together, and it was the most money either of us had ever lost in pool.

I like to call this the time we got beat by One-Armed Redbeard.

 

[Tommy Joe]

How come people missing a limb or otherwise handicapped are never nicknamed Tiny, or Bubba or Crabshack Jack, why does it always have to be about their body part? I can't stand being called Dickless John.

I knew a guy who would only play nude. He had a huge dick. I'm talking about the soft dangler type dick, hanging low with attention grabbing accuracy. As his opponent was up to shoot, all eyes were on the Big Dick. Even those without any gay tendencies were drawn toward it. I was there man, I saw it - and I'm telling you now, the dick sufficiently dazzled opponents and their supporters that no one was able to concentrate. I was there, man. When the big dick guy got done beating everyone in the house, he lifted up his huge hanging hunk of meat to reveal that he had no balls. "Korea", he said - "either that or 'Nam - can't remember which", he exclaimed as the audience roared and cheered the wounded warrior on with gusto that I can't even begin to describe.

TJ

 

[richiebalto]

this is a hustle that a one arm friend and myself pulled for a few years in bars all over long island and the surrounding area. Billy lost his arm above the elbow while we were hydroplane racing in front of oceanside beach in the late 50’s. He flipped his hydro and the boat behind him took his arm off with its prop. He had been a better than average pool player with two arms, but with one he was about a “c” player…maybe.

What we would do is go to bars we were not known. We would go in separate and meet at the bar. While sitting next to each other i would talk him into playing some pool for money. I acted like a jerk and he came off as the good guy. Then we would go to a table and start playing 8 ball for $10 a game…him one handed, me two hands. After every game i beat him i’d act like i was trying to up the bet hustling him. It didn’t take too many games before we heard those magic words from one or more that were watching from the bar. “why don’t you play someone with two arms?” then i would spend the next few hours hustling these guys that felt so sorry for billy and hated me so bad they wanted to beat me so bad on the table they couldn’t wait to put their money up. Most of the time billy and i would split a few hundred or more (nice little score in the 1950’s to early 1960’s) when we met up again later. Johnnyt

johnny t, you ole sly devil!