Pool Room Genius Stories
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Pretty sure this will be the most entertaining post I'll read this month.One time I made the mistake of giving a ride to a crackhead. As he exited the car he tried to grab my pool cue and run I managed to retain the cue but the door slammed on it in it's soft case and broke it.
So the next day I am in the poolroom playing barefoot Ricky $10 9-ball and I am playing off the wall and Ricky is wrapping me around the table. I am stuck 9 games and racking and a guy walks in who I know sells cues so I holler to him that I need a cue. He produces a Meucci and I buy it on the spot without hitting a ball. Ricky breaks and I have a shot. Well back then I had an even worse habit of jumping up. So the very first shot I hit with this new cue I jump up and pull it back over my head and it hits the ceiling fan - goes back to the table and comes back and hits me square in the face knocking me out.
When I got up Ricky informed me that I missed and ran out that game and I ended up 18 games loser. I sold the cue the next day for half of what I paid for it.
Pretty sure there are some people still alive who remember that at the Miscue Lounge in South Florida but I hope they don't
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Moral?....don't buy a cheap case.
I also find this kind of funny and ironic as I have a JB ultimate rugged. I'll be getting one for my dad as well, but I want to design it for him rather than just a black one like I have.
This thread reminds me of the time some of us were playing a ring game on the action table near the register counter.
Two guys with girl friends in tow came up to get some balls for a table...One girl asks her boyfriend....Why are they only using 10 balls.....His reply...."They are beginners.....we are going to use all of them.....when you get good like us you use all of them" .....She looked impressed by his statement....who knows...he may have scored that night.
Two guys with girl friends in tow came up to get some balls for a table...One girl asks her boyfriend....Why are they only using 10 balls.....His reply...."They are beginners.....we are going to use all of them.....when you get good like us you use all of them" .....She looked impressed by his statement....who knows...he may have scored that night.
A group of players were gathered around the front table discussing there opinions and experiences with some of the new after market shafts.......a rail bird sitting on the deck ,whos still playing with the same cue for 30 years yells down...."..those shafts are only good for bartable 8ball..".
They collectively pretended not to hear him.......
They collectively pretended not to hear him.......
I've been around the game for about 20 years now. The most enjoyment I get is from being around people who really know how to weave a tale, and the characters in the game.
Two quick stories, both from when I was living in Augusta, GA.
For those that are familiar with the area, are going to be familiar with the Smosky brothers, Lenny and Richie. Lenny had a game lined up for big money up in Wilmington, NC with Bob Ogburn. It was the first of my days off, and I decided to make the trip. After an interesting ride, (Lenny was pulled over twice for speeding), we made it to Wilmington. The game starts off and we settle in for a long 10-ahead set, of which I had a small piece of Lenny's action.
I didn't realize it for a few minutes, but there was a pretty loud person over off to the side that was hanging around one of the steakhorses. He was playing Keno on the pool table, and complaining about the stakes they were playing for, which was 20/40. He was stuck ~$200, and wanted to bump the bet, and started woofing how the guy had no gamble, couldn't bet it up, was scared, the whole 9 yards...it was fairly impressive, as I've seen Ryan McCreesh and the Earthquake barking previously, and this was right up there with them. The stakehorse pulls out a knot of bills and proceeds to try and high roll this guy, asking to play 100/200, which had the opposite effect than I thought it would. The loudmouth loses his mind. Jumping around, yelling, and tells him to jack it to 500/1000...pulling out this huge knot secured by a rubber band. He throws/slams it on the pool table, busting the rubber band, causing this wad of cash to explode everywhere. He's still screaming and jumping around, not caring about the money that's floating in the air. The Stakehorse calmly says, "Tony, I think we're done here, you're bothering Bob and Lenny." I had to go back after 2 days, but Bob and Lenny ended up finishing 3 days later, with Lenny taking home the cash.
And that was my introduction to Tony Watson.
Second story is back at Augusta. There is a local there who is getting up in age. But back in the day, he was one of the better jacked up one handed players in the country, Bubba Eubanks. Now, Bubba is a good ol' southern boy. Loves his cheap American beer, (Coors Light), golfing, fishing, hunting, and talking sh*t. And good god does he have a temper. Bubba still likes to mix it up every now and again, playing 9-ball. His eyes aren't that great anymore, but he can still move the rock. On long straight shots...he shoots them one handed. He can sight down the cue better.
Well me and Bubba were playing a little something...I think race to 7 for a c-note, it's been a while so those details are missing. We had split the first two races and were in the middle of a third, where I was up 4-3. Bubba had gotten increasingly aggitated as this set had gone, as he couldn't make a ball on the break, and I admittedly had gotten a couple fortunate rolls. The rail was full, waiting for the Bubba-splosion. They didn't have to wait too long. After a dry break by me, Bubba starts running out. He gets all the way to the 9, where he elected for a more difficult shot, whcih was going to release the cue ball more than he would have liked after contacting the 9. Well he hits it, makes the 9, and the cue ball travles 2 rails and heads straight for the pocket in front of Bubba. He starts screaming in his old, scratchy voice, "no, No, NO, YOU....**insert expletive stream of conscious thoughts verbalized that no child should ever be exposed to**" He grabs the cue ball before it deposits itself in the pocket, gives it a good ol' primal scream, and full on chucks the cue ball at the opposite end of the table. He didn't clear the table. In fact...the cue ball hits the short rail just right and deflects right back at Bubba...hitting him square in the forehead. He starts issuing out another stream of cussing, while we are all dying laughing...until we see his face.
You couldn't see the white goatee any more. It was red. The CB had opened up a nice sized gash in his forehead and he was bleeding all over the place. He looked at me, "We ain't done yet!" I'm still, along with the majority of the others, laughing and in shock from what we were seeing. Bubba comes back in with a rag, and a trucker cap. Places the rag over the cut, uses the trucker cap to keep it in place. I break the balls, dry again, the next game, and never got back to the table, as bubba ran that rack and the next three to win that set. I handed him over the money, and told him I didn't think I'd be able to shoot anyways after seeing him split his head open like that. He said it wasn't the first time its' happened......??!!??WTF
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Ok, not so short, but hope you enjoyed them.
Two quick stories, both from when I was living in Augusta, GA.
For those that are familiar with the area, are going to be familiar with the Smosky brothers, Lenny and Richie. Lenny had a game lined up for big money up in Wilmington, NC with Bob Ogburn. It was the first of my days off, and I decided to make the trip. After an interesting ride, (Lenny was pulled over twice for speeding), we made it to Wilmington. The game starts off and we settle in for a long 10-ahead set, of which I had a small piece of Lenny's action.
I didn't realize it for a few minutes, but there was a pretty loud person over off to the side that was hanging around one of the steakhorses. He was playing Keno on the pool table, and complaining about the stakes they were playing for, which was 20/40. He was stuck ~$200, and wanted to bump the bet, and started woofing how the guy had no gamble, couldn't bet it up, was scared, the whole 9 yards...it was fairly impressive, as I've seen Ryan McCreesh and the Earthquake barking previously, and this was right up there with them. The stakehorse pulls out a knot of bills and proceeds to try and high roll this guy, asking to play 100/200, which had the opposite effect than I thought it would. The loudmouth loses his mind. Jumping around, yelling, and tells him to jack it to 500/1000...pulling out this huge knot secured by a rubber band. He throws/slams it on the pool table, busting the rubber band, causing this wad of cash to explode everywhere. He's still screaming and jumping around, not caring about the money that's floating in the air. The Stakehorse calmly says, "Tony, I think we're done here, you're bothering Bob and Lenny." I had to go back after 2 days, but Bob and Lenny ended up finishing 3 days later, with Lenny taking home the cash.
And that was my introduction to Tony Watson.
Second story is back at Augusta. There is a local there who is getting up in age. But back in the day, he was one of the better jacked up one handed players in the country, Bubba Eubanks. Now, Bubba is a good ol' southern boy. Loves his cheap American beer, (Coors Light), golfing, fishing, hunting, and talking sh*t. And good god does he have a temper. Bubba still likes to mix it up every now and again, playing 9-ball. His eyes aren't that great anymore, but he can still move the rock. On long straight shots...he shoots them one handed. He can sight down the cue better.
Well me and Bubba were playing a little something...I think race to 7 for a c-note, it's been a while so those details are missing. We had split the first two races and were in the middle of a third, where I was up 4-3. Bubba had gotten increasingly aggitated as this set had gone, as he couldn't make a ball on the break, and I admittedly had gotten a couple fortunate rolls. The rail was full, waiting for the Bubba-splosion. They didn't have to wait too long. After a dry break by me, Bubba starts running out. He gets all the way to the 9, where he elected for a more difficult shot, whcih was going to release the cue ball more than he would have liked after contacting the 9. Well he hits it, makes the 9, and the cue ball travles 2 rails and heads straight for the pocket in front of Bubba. He starts screaming in his old, scratchy voice, "no, No, NO, YOU....**insert expletive stream of conscious thoughts verbalized that no child should ever be exposed to**" He grabs the cue ball before it deposits itself in the pocket, gives it a good ol' primal scream, and full on chucks the cue ball at the opposite end of the table. He didn't clear the table. In fact...the cue ball hits the short rail just right and deflects right back at Bubba...hitting him square in the forehead. He starts issuing out another stream of cussing, while we are all dying laughing...until we see his face.
You couldn't see the white goatee any more. It was red. The CB had opened up a nice sized gash in his forehead and he was bleeding all over the place. He looked at me, "We ain't done yet!" I'm still, along with the majority of the others, laughing and in shock from what we were seeing. Bubba comes back in with a rag, and a trucker cap. Places the rag over the cut, uses the trucker cap to keep it in place. I break the balls, dry again, the next game, and never got back to the table, as bubba ran that rack and the next three to win that set. I handed him over the money, and told him I didn't think I'd be able to shoot anyways after seeing him split his head open like that. He said it wasn't the first time its' happened......??!!??WTF
??!??!!Ok, not so short, but hope you enjoyed them.
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I've been around the game for about 20 years now. The most enjoyment I get is from being around people who really know how to weave a tale, and the characters in the game.
Two quick stories, both from when I was living in Augusta, GA.
For those that are familiar with the area, are going to be familiar with the Smosky brothers, Lenny and Richie. Lenny had a game lined up for big money up in Wilmington, NC with Bob Osborne. It was the first of my days off, and I decided to make the trip. After an interesting ride, (Lenny was pulled over twice for speeding), we made it to Wilmington. The game starts off and we settle in for a long 10-ahead set, of which I had a small piece of Lenny's action.
I didn't realize it for a few minutes, but there was a pretty loud person over off to the side that was hanging around one of the steakhorses. He was playing Keno on the pool table, and complaining about the stakes they were playing for, which was 20/40. He was stuck ~$200, and wanted to bump the bet, and started woofing how the guy had no gamble, couldn't bet it up, was scared, the whole 9 yards...it was fairly impressive, as I've seen Ryan McCreesh and the Earthquake barking previously, and this was right up there with them. The stakehorse pulls out a knot of bills and proceeds to try and high roll this guy, asking to play 100/200, which had the opposite effect than I thought it would. The loudmouth loses his mind. Jumping around, yelling, and tells him to jack it to 500/1000...pulling out this huge knot secured by a rubber band. He throws/slams it on the pool table, busting the rubber band, causing this wad of cash to explode everywhere. He's still screaming and jumping around, not caring about the money that's floating in the air. The Stakehorse calmly says, "Tony, I think we're done here, you're bothering Bob and Lenny." I had to go back after 2 days, but Bob and Lenny ended up finishing 3 days later, with Lenny taking home the cash.
And that was my introduction to Tony Watson.
Second story is back at Augusta. There is a local there who is getting up in age. But back in the day, he was one of the better jacked up one handed players in the country, Bubba Eubanks. Now, Bubba is a good ol' southern boy. Loves his cheap American beer, (Coors Light), golfing, fishing, hunting, and talking sh*t. And good god does he have a temper. Bubba still likes to mix it up every now and again, playing 9-ball. His eyes aren't that great anymore, but he can still move the rock. On long straight shots...he shoots them one handed. He can sight down the cue better.
Well me and Bubba were playing a little something...I think race to 7 for a c-note, it's been a while so those details are missing. We had split the first two races and were in the middle of a third, where I was up 4-3. Bubba had gotten increasingly aggitated as this set had gone, as he couldn't make a ball on the break, and I admittedly had gotten a couple fortunate rolls. The rail was full, waiting for the Bubba-splosion. They didn't have to wait too long. After a dry break by me, Bubba starts running out. He gets all the way to the 9, where he elected for a more difficult shot, whcih was going to release the cue ball more than he would have liked after contacting the 9. Well he hits it, makes the 9, and the cue ball travles 2 rails and heads straight for the pocket in front of Bubba. He starts screaming in his old, scratchy voice, "no, No, NO, YOU....**insert expletive stream of conscious thoughts verbalized that no child should ever be exposed to**" He grabs the cue ball before it deposits itself in the pocket, gives it a good ol' primal scream, and full on chucks the cue ball at the opposite end of the table. He didn't clear the table. In fact...the cue ball hits the short rail just right and deflects right back at Bubba...hitting him square in the forehead. He starts issuing out another stream of cussing, while we are all dying laughing...until we see his face.
You couldn't see the white goatee any more. It was red. The CB had opened up a nice sized gash in his forehead and he was bleeding all over the place. He looked at me, "We ain't done yet!" I'm still, along with the majority of the others, laughing and in shock from what we were seeing. Bubba comes back in with a rag, and a trucker cap. Places the rag over the cut, uses the trucker cap to keep it in place. I break the balls, dry again, the next game, and never got back to the table, as bubba ran that rack and the next three to win that set. I handed him over the money, and told him I didn't think I'd be able to shoot anyways after seeing him split his head open like that. He said it wasn't the first time its' happened......??!!??WTF
Ok, not so short, but hope you enjoyed them.
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Just last night I was at the pool hall and it was a bit late past closing just three of us playing and both of em are easily better than me. We're playing 9 ball to make the games quick and whenever both are playing against each other if one scratches they respectfully pass the game next to me if there's like an easy layout left or with three balls. One game my opponent scratched with two balls left and I looked at em and asked what I don't get the win like you two? They just laughed and said you're only a 4 in 9 ball knowing that you may mess up running two balls. Easily I clear out the two as they knew I would but they joke with me we're all friends. I make those two my opponent racks and the very next game I broke and ran on my other opponent beating them both with their jaws on the floor lol
I've been around the game for about 20 years now. The most enjoyment I get is from being around people who really know how to weave a tale, and the characters in the game.
Two quick stories, both from when I was living in Augusta, GA.
For those that are familiar with the area, are going to be familiar with the Smosky brothers, Lenny and Richie. Lenny had a game lined up for big money up in Wilmington, NC with Bob Ogburn. It was the first of my days off, and I decided to make the trip. After an interesting ride, (Lenny was pulled over twice for speeding), we made it to Wilmington. The game starts off and we settle in for a long 10-ahead set, of which I had a small piece of Lenny's action.
I didn't realize it for a few minutes, but there was a pretty loud person over off to the side that was hanging around one of the steakhorses. He was playing Keno on the pool table, and complaining about the stakes they were playing for, which was 20/40. He was stuck ~$200, and wanted to bump the bet, and started woofing how the guy had no gamble, couldn't bet it up, was scared, the whole 9 yards...it was fairly impressive, as I've seen Ryan McCreesh and the Earthquake barking previously, and this was right up there with them. The stakehorse pulls out a knot of bills and proceeds to try and high roll this guy, asking to play 100/200, which had the opposite effect than I thought it would. The loudmouth loses his mind. Jumping around, yelling, and tells him to jack it to 500/1000...pulling out this huge knot secured by a rubber band. He throws/slams it on the pool table, busting the rubber band, causing this wad of cash to explode everywhere. He's still screaming and jumping around, not caring about the money that's floating in the air. The Stakehorse calmly says, "Tony, I think we're done here, you're bothering Bob and Lenny." I had to go back after 2 days, but Bob and Lenny ended up finishing 3 days later, with Lenny taking home the cash.
And that was my introduction to Tony Watson.
Second story is back at Augusta. There is a local there who is getting up in age. But back in the day, he was one of the better jacked up one handed players in the country, Bubba Eubanks. Now, Bubba is a good ol' southern boy. Loves his cheap American beer, (Coors Light), golfing, fishing, hunting, and talking sh*t. And good god does he have a temper. Bubba still likes to mix it up every now and again, playing 9-ball. His eyes aren't that great anymore, but he can still move the rock. On long straight shots...he shoots them one handed. He can sight down the cue better.
Well me and Bubba were playing a little something...I think race to 7 for a c-note, it's been a while so those details are missing. We had split the first two races and were in the middle of a third, where I was up 4-3. Bubba had gotten increasingly aggitated as this set had gone, as he couldn't make a ball on the break, and I admittedly had gotten a couple fortunate rolls. The rail was full, waiting for the Bubba-splosion. They didn't have to wait too long. After a dry break by me, Bubba starts running out. He gets all the way to the 9, where he elected for a more difficult shot, whcih was going to release the cue ball more than he would have liked after contacting the 9. Well he hits it, makes the 9, and the cue ball travles 2 rails and heads straight for the pocket in front of Bubba. He starts screaming in his old, scratchy voice, "no, No, NO, YOU....**insert expletive stream of conscious thoughts verbalized that no child should ever be exposed to**" He grabs the cue ball before it deposits itself in the pocket, gives it a good ol' primal scream, and full on chucks the cue ball at the opposite end of the table. He didn't clear the table. In fact...the cue ball hits the short rail just right and deflects right back at Bubba...hitting him square in the forehead. He starts issuing out another stream of cussing, while we are all dying laughing...until we see his face.
You couldn't see the white goatee any more. It was red. The CB had opened up a nice sized gash in his forehead and he was bleeding all over the place. He looked at me, "We ain't done yet!" I'm still, along with the majority of the others, laughing and in shock from what we were seeing. Bubba comes back in with a rag, and a trucker cap. Places the rag over the cut, uses the trucker cap to keep it in place. I break the balls, dry again, the next game, and never got back to the table, as bubba ran that rack and the next three to win that set. I handed him over the money, and told him I didn't think I'd be able to shoot anyways after seeing him split his head open like that. He said it wasn't the first time its' happened......??!!??WTF
Ok, not so short, but hope you enjoyed them.
And he hasn't changed
And he hasn't changed
Which "he"...lol I can't see either one, Tony or Bubba changing.