Pool Fights
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I was watching two pretty good players gambling playing 9B and they got into it. They started slapping each other and they looked like they were both trying to scratch each other too. I felt embarassed for them and told them that they would be better off getting back to pool because neither one of them appeared to know how to fight. So, that's exactly what they did, they stopped, picked up their cues and got back to the game. There were quite a few of us standing around laughing including the two combatants!
jason said:
I told this story before on RSB, I think. In 1968 I was sent for duty on the USS Skipjack (SSN 585). After being intoduced to the crew and settling in, liberty call came and I was invited to go with some of the guys to a local bar. Once there, I engaged with a stranger on the pool table. He insisted on gambling, and as he lost became more and more beligerant. He had two guys with him. The only person from the boat whose name I could remember was "Dave", so I told the bar maid to tell Dave I may have a problem with these guys. In a few minutes I noticed Dave and another guy sitting next to the table at the bar. At this point I told the player I was done, and he should pay up. He reached out and grabbed my shirt. At that point Dave (about 5'3" and 110 #) jumps between us and says "I wouldn't do that if I were you". The guy recognizes Dave and says "you're on the Skipjack aren't you". Dave says "Yeah, we all are". and 35 guys stood up. The guy starts mumbling about not wanting trouble and Dave says "I hope your f*cking dog dies" at which time the guy throws the money on the table and left. Thus ended my first liberty in a submarine bar.
cute...
I quit playing in bars.
I shoot fast and thats just my speed, it's how i play. Anyways, oponents i guess see me as some little cocky kid, but all i am doing is running balls with speed of such the micro-machine-man talking. So then you blow the last game, shake hands and see ya later.
Brady
I quit playing in bars.
I shoot fast and thats just my speed, it's how i play. Anyways, oponents i guess see me as some little cocky kid, but all i am doing is running balls with speed of such the micro-machine-man talking. So then you blow the last game, shake hands and see ya later.
Brady
I remember boozin with my brother and another buddy after flyin into Chicago on a Friday night. Got the snot beat out of me after I lost and paid 40 bucks. I asked to raise the bet to a hundo and they got salty. Snapped my thumb like a chicken wing. My pool game, not to mention my golf grip, haven't been the same since. Such is life....
Reno said:
I think they may have watched "The Hustler" too many times.
I got attacked a couple of times over stupid things but nothing much happened. I did have a guy twice my size {he had just gotten out of prison} invite me to the parking lot after losing $7 to me. When I refused to fight him, his dad picked up the cue ball and drew back to throw it at me. Scary situation. I escaped, and then they went down the street and beat some guy up in a bar. 1 week later the father was dead and the son still has a bullet lodged in his brain. No, I didn't do it. They were beating up a guy at his house and he got ahold of his gun. Oh well. Sam
1975 in Auburn, Alabama at a place called "The Casino"...I didn't want to up the bet to 100 bucks....next thing I knew I was on the floor....wound up, an old bro of mine helping me out with 2 of them and we kinda tore the place up with an old fashion brawl....kinda like one of those old westerns.....only problem was ...I was the only one dumb enough to still be around when the cops came............never knew who the 2 guys were....Gremlin, were you one of them????
Also used to run with a guy who hustled....He would wait until midnight or after and catch the local pool hall hero with too much alcohol before he would make the hustle....got into some binds there also, but nothing life threatening.....It was worth it watching him win everytime.
Also used to run with a guy who hustled....He would wait until midnight or after and catch the local pool hall hero with too much alcohol before he would make the hustle....got into some binds there also, but nothing life threatening.....It was worth it watching him win everytime.
No but i seen some pretty nasty arguments. I try not to get involve with wutever. But if anything i know my back is covered, don't know about them.
The Fat Guy
My friends and I went to a late night club to shoot a little stick and pick up some chicks. We got in a few games. Gambled with who we could. This particular night there were a bunch of gang bangers hanging out. One of my friends was a little over weight. Closing time came....uuuuuh 6-7 am. Everyone messed up. Everyone is leaving when a big parking lot brawl breaks out. People fighting everywhere, 10-15 seperate fights. My friend, the fat one, is going around trying to make bets on the fights with anyone he can find.
This may not be as funny to you. Maybe you had to be there, but we laughed for many days after. I'm still laughing.
My friends and I went to a late night club to shoot a little stick and pick up some chicks. We got in a few games. Gambled with who we could. This particular night there were a bunch of gang bangers hanging out. One of my friends was a little over weight. Closing time came....uuuuuh 6-7 am. Everyone messed up. Everyone is leaving when a big parking lot brawl breaks out. People fighting everywhere, 10-15 seperate fights. My friend, the fat one, is going around trying to make bets on the fights with anyone he can find.
This may not be as funny to you. Maybe you had to be there, but we laughed for many days after. I'm still laughing.
satman said:
It usually is the cheap games, Sam. I win $6K in Hattiesburg, MS on a friday night and the guy shakes hands and says, Tellum where you got it. The next night a guy in Jackson, MS pulls a gun on me over $5.00. Wasn't the money, he had lost in front of the girl he was hitting on. This was in the mid 70s, when I was 6'5" and 250lbs. I guess he thought he needed the gun. Woman who owned the bar popped a cap into the celing and told the kid to drop it. Hell, I thought she shot me. She might have saved my life.
hemicudas said:
I would have thought the same thing.
One night in a place called the 'Hunt & Fish Tavern' in the Portland Or. area, action central at the time, this Mexican kid comes in and challenged a table where two guys were playing some cheap $10 9ball. They tried to explain to the guy what they were doing but there was a communication problem. So this guy named Leo, who held the table said "what the hell, same game" and he broke and ran two racks then tried to collect $20 bucks from the visitor/stranger. Another miss understanding takes place and finally some one who could speak a bit of Spanish informs the visitor that he owes $20 and has to pay before he can play again. The visitor is mad, embarrassed, shamed or whatever....he says he has to go to his car to get the money.....he comes back in strutting like a rooster but now he has these strange looking gloves on his hands...we later found out they are use by boxers when they workout on the big bag, anyway this guy racks the balls and then commences to pick up and launch the balls at Leo who is the the break end of the table. I mean this guy is throwing fast balls and Leo is jumping around doing his best not to get hit, the p/balls are going right thru the sheet rock walls and they are coming fast. He must have thrown seven or eight of them before guys start to jump the thrower but we couldn't get ahold of this guy before he had slugged about five guys on his way out of the place...this all happened in about one minute and the guy was gone...it was the crazyest thing I have ever seen in a poolhall....Leo was freaked for along time....LOL
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Predator314
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My friends and I use to hustle the drunks at the local bars (we weren't really hustling that much, just finding the drunk chump that thought he was good and making him mad. A drunk usually will not give up until they are broke). I don't drink much, but I always had a beer with me while I was playing just to give the illusion I was drunk. We could find one good mark a night usually and take a couple hundred if we were lucky.
There were more times than I could count when the bouncers would intervene
There were also quite a few times when the punches were thrown quicker than the bouncers could get there. This was when the fun began. I've come out of the bar bleeding a few times, but never came out without getting paid.
There was a group of us that always stuck together
Those days are over for me. It was fun, but too many people carry guns these days. Too dangerous for me.
There were more times than I could count when the bouncers would intervene
There were also quite a few times when the punches were thrown quicker than the bouncers could get there. This was when the fun began. I've come out of the bar bleeding a few times, but never came out without getting paid.
There was a group of us that always stuck together
Those days are over for me. It was fun, but too many people carry guns these days. Too dangerous for me.
The closest I've ever been to even seeing a fight in the pool hall was during a ring game. There were about 6 guys playing in it...for 5 a man. Most of the guys were buddies...not best friends, just pool hall buddies. As usual they were all talking shit, and carrying on throughout the games. One of the guys, Dave, was getting pretty irritated with himself because he couldn't make a ball. He shot his turn, then the next guy ran out. Dave told everyone that the next person who talked during his shot was going to get slapped. Since all of them were smaller than him, nothing was said...except one guy, MP. He annonced that everyone should let Dave break because he wanted see if Dave was just talkin out his a*s. So, Dave runs around and says...I'll hit you with the butt of my cue if you don't shut the F up! At this point all the guys are rolling on the ground laughing at him. Dave is a guy who has broken about 5 cues because he lost. Upon seeing all the guys laughing, he broke down his cue and left.
Barneys Beanery is a popular place in Hollywood where a lot of young people in the film industry hang out. They got about 4 or 5 bar tables that a lot of egos and drinks are played for late nite. One nite 2 ball whackers were playing 8 ball cheap. Words got bandied about and they started playing 10 a game. One guy just drilled the other 5 games in a row laughing while he did it. They started fighting and the bartender a friend of mine tried to break it up. The loser pulled out a gun and in the ensuing struggle shot my friend and killed him. I stopped playing in bars after that nite and non-pool playing civilians. This was about 20 years ago.
Funny thing was down the street was Ye Olde Billiard Den where Hawaiian Brian, Danny Diliberto, Marvin Henderson, Jimmy Caan, Telly Savalas, Cuban Joe, Lenny Moore, were betting hundreds a game and nothing happened.
Funny thing was down the street was Ye Olde Billiard Den where Hawaiian Brian, Danny Diliberto, Marvin Henderson, Jimmy Caan, Telly Savalas, Cuban Joe, Lenny Moore, were betting hundreds a game and nothing happened.
That is not all that unusual. The amount of money, if any, often times is irrelevant as far as causing a pool hall fight. I would imagine that alcohol, more often than not, plays a large role.