Pool cues and teeth

What a beautiful thread (chris wipes tear away from his eye)

JK

This is why I only gamble with friends or someone I know to a reasonable extent.
 
THANK GOD nothing like this has ever happened to me (yet), although my wife worries about me quite a bit as I am a small guy (5'9, 185). I think that if I were in any of those situations above I would've done the same damn thing.
 
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
 
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This incident didn't happen over gambling, the guy that got his teeth knocked out had "stolen", or was "wearing" someone elses hat and the guy wanted it back. My friend was informed about it and eventually it ended up where it did. The funny part about it, the hat was still there yesterday morning on the patio, LOL. So, my friend was just helping out his friend and the guy that lost his teeth was drunk and words were exchanged and then it turned ugly, very ugly. So, again, this had nothing to do with playing pool or gambling.
 
Rude Dog said:
So, again, this had nothing to do with playing pool or gambling.

yeah, but I'm really enjoying hearing all of the other's stories, and talking of memories past.. :cool:

keep 'em coming!
 
Rude Dog said:
If anyone ever comes through Kingman Arizona, stop by Tequila Bob's on a Monday or Wednesday night for the tournament and I'll buy ya a beer. Peace!

LOL!!! Who the hell is going to stop in there now after that story?? :eek:
 
Once in college in this bar, a guy started pounding on another another guy because "he stole my raincoat"

Then when he got the raincoat back and put it on, the sleeves practically came up to his elbows. Somebody said at that point he should have yelled "Mother F'r took up the sleeves" and gone after him again!.

But he didnt, he sheepishly took off the coat and gave it back to the poor bastard he had pounded.
 
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