Haha, I am not a playa I just crush alot. After knowing one another for half of our lives it was time for a change. I am much happier now.
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In that case, do you have any of her nekkid pics you'd care to share? j/k
Eric >well, not entirely kidding
One Of My Hustles
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In that case, do you have any of her nekkid pics you'd care to share? j/k
Eric >well, not entirely kidding
In that case, do you have any of her nekkid pics you'd care to share? j/k
Eric >well, not entirely kidding
Mama JAM would not approve of those things.
Very neat stories so far, definitely puts things into perspective with the way things used to be.
Rule 1 of hustling: get them to the table.
It's pretty clear that this is much easier when there's only one or two tables at the bar!
Any other con's or hustles Johnny? this is your thread after all
Rule 1 of hustling: get them to the table.
It's pretty clear that this is much easier when there's only one or two tables at the bar!
Any other con's or hustles Johnny? this is your thread after all
"The Good ole Days" had a price,
It certainly did happen then, I was stuck up at gun point three times before I was 21.
"The Good ole Days" had a price, but it was still a good deal to be on the road, traveling and free to play pool anywhere we chose.
Here's a story about one of our trips to Detroit when I was a very young "road player".
I was in Detroit and was struggling, I only had $500. so it was important to get "pumped up" as quick as possible. I was steered to a small bar that the owner played at and was also told he would lose a lot if someone would play with "The Stick".
I walked into the dimly lit bar, taking in the smell of cigarettes, and stale beer as I quickly cased the joint. The bar was on the left side, just past the one bar table, the bar was small with four men sitting around it drinking their favorite "poison". I was dressed to fit in with a camouflage vest, Wolverine boots, a Skoal can visible in my back pocket and a hat that had two pigs "gettin it on" labelled "Makin Bacon".
I went up to that bar and ordered a Bud and made some small talk with one of the regulars. He was dressed much like I was, and after they heard me talk they relaxed knowing I was nothin but a country bumkin kid.
Looking at the pool table I said "I'm a really good pool shot," partly to myself, but loud enough that the four barflies could hear me.
"How good do you shoot, boy, good enough to shoot for a beer?"
I responded "a beer....sh*t I play a whole lot better than that, there's nobody around here that can beat me". This got there attention and they all looked at me closer, a little bit more intently, trying to figure me out.
"The owner'll play ya if ya use "The Stick", ain't nobody ever beat him with 'The Stick".......the other four men laughed an eerie laugh at the same time...."yeah, get the Stick, get the Stick" they all chimed in together.
The Bartender reached up above the bar and pulled down a one piece house cue, only this cue didn't have a tip OR a ferrule, just jagged wood where the tip would normally be. The bartender handed it to me and I pretended to study it intently.
Just then the owner walked in the bar and walked toward us. "this boy wants to play ya with "The Stick"....he thinks he's a pool shooter."
"Wait a minute, I didn't say anything about using this thing, it doesn't even have a tip, how can I even hit the dang cue ball right, hell there's no way to play pool with this piece of crap?"
The owner looked at me, sized me up from head to tow, pausing to chuckle to himself at my two pigs "makin love" on my hat, then said, "I'll spot ya the 6 ball if you use that thing and play ya for $50. a game if you wanna gamble."
I said slowly and thoughtfully "you mean if I make the 6 or the 9 I win and you only win if you make the 9 ball....but I gotta use this crazy stick?"
Yep.....and we can play all night long. I nodded my head "you gotta game, I gotta try just to see what happens."
We started playing and each time I broke the balls pieces of "The Stick" flew on the table and sometimes across the room. I knew I could win at this game, but it suddenly dawned on my I might "run out of stick" before I could "bust" the guy. I must have taken 3 inches off the stick in the next 4 hours, but I played really good with that primitive "stick" and beat the owner 20 games ahead, by grinding the "stick" on the floor between shots and chalking it like a regular cue, before long it was fairly smooth and besides whittling it down it actually played ok......considering.
The owner paid me off with 20 brand new fifty dollar bills and I was on my way, now I had $1500. and I was heading to THE RACK....the big action pool room in Detroit. There a guy could get rich playing pool, there were guys winning and losing millions. I was ready to fire my "match" at their wood pile. I had already overcome "The Stick," what could they have in store for me at THE RACK? Surely nothing a country boy with a "Makin Bacon" hat couldn't deal with.
It certainly did happen then, I was stuck up at gun point three times before I was 21.
"The Good ole Days" had a price, but it was still a good deal to be on the road, traveling and free to play pool anywhere we chose.
Here's a story about one of our trips to Detroit when I was a very young "road player".
I was in Detroit and was struggling, I only had $500. so it was important to get "pumped up" as quick as possible. I was steered to a small bar that the owner played at and was also told he would lose a lot if someone would play with "The Stick".
I walked into the dimly lit bar, taking in the smell of cigarettes, and stale beer as I quickly cased the joint. The bar was on the left side, just past the one bar table, the bar was small with four men sitting around it drinking their favorite "poison". I was dressed to fit in with a camouflage vest, Wolverine boots, a Skoal can visible in my back pocket and a hat that had two pigs "gettin it on" labelled "Makin Bacon".
I went up to that bar and ordered a Bud and made some small talk with one of the regulars. He was dressed much like I was, and after they heard me talk they relaxed knowing I was nothin but a country bumkin kid.
Looking at the pool table I said "I'm a really good pool shot," partly to myself, but loud enough that the four barflies could hear me.
"How good do you shoot, boy, good enough to shoot for a beer?"
I responded "a beer....sh*t I play a whole lot better than that, there's nobody around here that can beat me". This got there attention and they all looked at me closer, a little bit more intently, trying to figure me out.
"The owner'll play ya if ya use "The Stick", ain't nobody ever beat him with 'The Stick".......the other four men laughed an eerie laugh at the same time...."yeah, get the Stick, get the Stick" they all chimed in together.
The Bartender reached up above the bar and pulled down a one piece house cue, only this cue didn't have a tip OR a ferrule, just jagged wood where the tip would normally be. The bartender handed it to me and I pretended to study it intently.
Just then the owner walked in the bar and walked toward us. "this boy wants to play ya with "The Stick"....he thinks he's a pool shooter."
"Wait a minute, I didn't say anything about using this thing, it doesn't even have a tip, how can I even hit the dang cue ball right, hell there's no way to play pool with this piece of crap?"
The owner looked at me, sized me up from head to tow, pausing to chuckle to himself at my two pigs "makin love" on my hat, then said, "I'll spot ya the 6 ball if you use that thing and play ya for $50. a game if you wanna gamble."
I said slowly and thoughtfully "you mean if I make the 6 or the 9 I win and you only win if you make the 9 ball....but I gotta use this crazy stick?"
Yep.....and we can play all night long. I nodded my head "you gotta game, I gotta try just to see what happens."
We started playing and each time I broke the balls pieces of "The Stick" flew on the table and sometimes across the room. I knew I could win at this game, but it suddenly dawned on my I might "run out of stick" before I could "bust" the guy. I must have taken 3 inches off the stick in the next 4 hours, but I played really good with that primitive "stick" and beat the owner 20 games ahead, by grinding the "stick" on the floor between shots and chalking it like a regular cue, before long it was fairly smooth and besides whittling it down it actually played ok......considering.
The owner paid me off with 20 brand new fifty dollar bills and I was on my way, now I had $1500. and I was heading to THE RACK....the big action pool room in Detroit. There a guy could get rich playing pool, there were guys winning and losing millions. I was ready to fire my "match" at their wood pile. I had already overcome "The Stick," what could they have in store for me at THE RACK? Surely nothing a country boy with a "Makin Bacon" hat couldn't deal with.
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Yea, I know better now. :banghead: I'll never ask you to play for money again without serious weight.
JoeyA
Dear Mr Wiley, I knew you play well. I didn't know you have quite an imagination as well. Great story.
Absolutely right, JoeyA, sir.... Never ask me to play again unless I am getting serious weight!
You're finally coming around??
Short Bus Russ
CJ doesn't have to make up stories. He was on the road for many years and unlike other great players he saved his money. Who are you, chopped liver? Johnnyt
Dear Johnnyt, I know he is a great player and has no reason to come up with stories. You have all right to call me a chopped liver, you are not far off.
But did you read the story? There were inches of wood flying of the tip of his cue, the protagonist was winning, and still the opponent was willing to play again and again, til he was losing 20 games.
As I said, great story. I enjoy reading these, but there is a point where these stories become unbeliavable. Of course, stranger things have happened, and if so, I guess I should apologize. Well, not much stranger things.
Ricky Jay has put out considerable material on card sharking and cons in general. I think a few here would be interested to read into his stuff
Regardless, CJ wrote a neat story, and i frankly don't care whether or not it's 100% true. It's a story. That's the point of stories- to be entertaining. Take it with a grain of salt if you will.
Less b*tching and more sharing, didn't you guys learn anything in kindergarten?? Oh wait, I'm talking to pool players. Nevermind, continue....
Regardless, CJ wrote a neat story, and i frankly don't care whether or not it's 100% true. It's a story. That's the point of stories- to be entertaining. Take it with a grain of salt if you will.
Less b*tching and more sharing, didn't you guys learn anything in kindergarten?? Oh wait, I'm talking to pool players. Nevermind, continue....