mark tadd said:
the reasons i quit gambline pool have nothing to do with me getting beat up or losing. but one of the reasons is so i dont have to have my teeth meet the but end of a shon or a no name cue in the future.lol not to mention the talk and drama that comes with it aint worth it.
I'd let people walk if they stiffed me on a bet. I always said that my front teeth are worth more than 20 bucks...and I still have my front teeth and have long forgotten any debts due me. This is mostly because of the following...
About 10 years ago, I'm playing this guy $10 a game, 8-ball on an 8-foot table with a cueball the size of a bowling ball. He's drinking Jack Daniels and playing better than he should have. He's down to me about 30 or 40 bucks and I beat him again, but when I look up from the table, he's not paying attention. So I say, "you owe me another $10." And he says, "Hell if I do...I won that game." So I looked at the table and said, "I just made the 8-ball right there," pointing at the pocket. When I look back, he's halfway out the front door, full speed, with my playing partner right behind him.
So, I run outside and my buddy has him stopped while demanding the $10 or, as he said, "I'll have to pound you, right here." As the player reaches into his pocket, I see a 10 spot sticking out, so I grab it. I display it to the crowd that had gathered and turn to go back inside.
Suddenly, there's a hand in my face and the guy's trying to take me down. I turned and punched him in the face (it felt exactly like my break shots that night) just as my buddy hockey-checked him into the brick wall. Ouch!
To shorten this, the jerk spent 3 days in the hospital with over 40 stiches in his head and I spent about 30 minutes in the back of a police car, but was released because it was self-defense. We're all lucky that he didn't die.
Jeff Livingston