Anyone ever had any scary moments while playing pool?
Like having to fight your way out of a pool room or bar?
Like having to fight your way out of a pool room or bar?
Scariest moment while playing pool?
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One of my scariest moments was when I was with a buddy and we traveled a long way to a weekend bar tournament, we arrived on Friday and practiced on the tables all day but as evening rolled around the drunk crowd started coming in and some non-english speaking gentlemen showed up and started challenging the tables.
They challenged my table and I thought I got across to them we were playing tournament rules but apparently they didn't understand and when I took ball in hand on a foul a near riot started and the guy says to me "if you win" as he is drawing his thumb across his neck like it's a knife so for the rest of the rack I dumped hard trying to let the guy win but he scratches on the eight ball. :yikes:
So my buddy heads for the car and I head out a few minutes behind him with approximately twelve guys a few steps behind me but much to their surprise my buddy was now holding his .44 Magnum with about a ten inch barrel and looks like the Dirty Harry model, he was not pointing it at anyone or anything but just holding it in his hand.
Needless to say they stopped dead in their tracks and we got in the car and safely got to the hotel.
I was a little nervous since we had to play the entire weekend in that same bar but I never saw that group again so it all worked out.
(and I got in the money by the way)
They challenged my table and I thought I got across to them we were playing tournament rules but apparently they didn't understand and when I took ball in hand on a foul a near riot started and the guy says to me "if you win" as he is drawing his thumb across his neck like it's a knife so for the rest of the rack I dumped hard trying to let the guy win but he scratches on the eight ball. :yikes:
So my buddy heads for the car and I head out a few minutes behind him with approximately twelve guys a few steps behind me but much to their surprise my buddy was now holding his .44 Magnum with about a ten inch barrel and looks like the Dirty Harry model, he was not pointing it at anyone or anything but just holding it in his hand.
Needless to say they stopped dead in their tracks and we got in the car and safely got to the hotel.
I was a little nervous since we had to play the entire weekend in that same bar but I never saw that group again so it all worked out.
(and I got in the money by the way)
Probably not what you were looking for, but here goes...
I was playing in a little local tournament one night.
I had just missed a shot and was turn back towards my seat holding my cue when a drunk who wasn't paying any attention at all lurched into me and shoved the tip of my cue into my eye socket.
Hard. So hard, in fact, that it knocked me over and gave me a sight concussion.
But, miracle of all miracles, it didn't poke my eye out.
Now that was scary.
I was playing in a little local tournament one night.
I had just missed a shot and was turn back towards my seat holding my cue when a drunk who wasn't paying any attention at all lurched into me and shoved the tip of my cue into my eye socket.
Hard. So hard, in fact, that it knocked me over and gave me a sight concussion.
But, miracle of all miracles, it didn't poke my eye out.
Now that was scary.
I gambled with someone who had too many Coronas in him, and later I found out was armed and recently returned from Iraq.bigshooter said:
Needless to say, I threw the set in.
Especially when he sarted spouting off some weird shit about my case looked like an M-16. Brooklyn, New York.
There are some good war stories in this thread.
http://forums.azbilliards.com/showthread.php?t=99960
http://forums.azbilliards.com/showthread.php?t=99960
bigshooter said:
It must have been scarier for them!
One of my more frightening moments playing pool was in, of all things, a $3 game of Eight Ball in a bar. I had won four games and was faced with a kick shot on the 8 ball in game five. I called the 8 ball in the corner pocket and kicked it in.
The guy refused to pay me saying I had not called the rail first. We argued awhile and exasperated I finally told him to forget it and I was quitting. He wasn't satisfied with that though. He wanted me to pay him $3. I flat refused and the next thing I know he is waving a rather large knife in my direction. Feet don't fail me now, and they didn't!
McKinneyMiner said:
Now that sounds painful!
Not nearly as bad as your story but speaking of drunks, I leaned my Joss up against the wall in a bar one night and some drunk put his high back chair against it and was leaning back as far as he could go with all his weight, when I looked over there my cue was bent at more of an angle than I've ever seen a cue bent without breaking, I rushed over and pulled the guy forward and amazingly the cue suffered no damage.
Playing in a casino tournament in mn, final 8 or 12, I'm sitting in my chair, table next to me, a very well known player/drunk breaks and scratches, he swings his cue at the table breaking his shaft the tip end flies at me and the sharp broken end goes past my eye so close I felt the air rush past the bridge of my nose, scared sh*tless I just sit there, I was shaking the rest of the match. I'm not scared of much in life, but the thought of loosing my sight, well leaves me wimpering.
Bryan Fisher
Bryan Fisher
Late 1950's in a waterfront bar in Perth Ambroy, NJ. Me and my buddy came over from Long Island because we got a tip there was a lot of money bet on pool there. We were pulling the hustle where I went in first and bought drinks for everyone and got people to like me at the same time I won almost every game on the challenge table for no more than $20 for any of the games.
After a few hours my buddy walks in and goes to the bar. I had a guy picked out to challenge that I saw most didn't like. We start playing 8-ball for $20 a game, getting it up to $100 in races to 3. I'm keeping pretty close with me the winner by about a hundred and change. Mean while my buddy is side betting with everyone he can get action with on the other guy. Well most in the bar saw me shoot before my buddy came in and I started shooting this guy. Most saw that I could shoot a lot better than I was now. They figured my buddy didn't know this.
We raised the bet to $200 a set and my buddy starts calling me a bum, a lucky ass, and a few more choice words. It worked. He got over $2000 bet against me. I dump the game missing a few shots at the right time and my buddy collects his money.
My buddy is going out the front door as two wiseguys from Queens are coming in that we pulled the same hustle on and had since figured it out. They start yelling at him. Telling him that they knew are little hustle, but let him through the door. I look around and all eyes in the place are on me. I'll tell you if looks could kill I'd be dead on the floor right then.
Somehow I made it to the men's room without them jumping me. I locked the door, dumped the trash out of the heavy wire trash can and set the used paper towels and other trash on fire. Then I smashed the flimsy bars of the window, climbed out and ran down the alley to my buddy's car. As we pulled away the whole place was running at the car. They got my door open and almost manage to pull my ass out befofe we were going too fast for them to keep up with the car. It's a long time ago so I don't really remember but I bet I had to change my underwear when we got back to Long Island. God I miss those days. Johnnyt
After a few hours my buddy walks in and goes to the bar. I had a guy picked out to challenge that I saw most didn't like. We start playing 8-ball for $20 a game, getting it up to $100 in races to 3. I'm keeping pretty close with me the winner by about a hundred and change. Mean while my buddy is side betting with everyone he can get action with on the other guy. Well most in the bar saw me shoot before my buddy came in and I started shooting this guy. Most saw that I could shoot a lot better than I was now. They figured my buddy didn't know this.
We raised the bet to $200 a set and my buddy starts calling me a bum, a lucky ass, and a few more choice words. It worked. He got over $2000 bet against me. I dump the game missing a few shots at the right time and my buddy collects his money.
My buddy is going out the front door as two wiseguys from Queens are coming in that we pulled the same hustle on and had since figured it out. They start yelling at him. Telling him that they knew are little hustle, but let him through the door. I look around and all eyes in the place are on me. I'll tell you if looks could kill I'd be dead on the floor right then.
Somehow I made it to the men's room without them jumping me. I locked the door, dumped the trash out of the heavy wire trash can and set the used paper towels and other trash on fire. Then I smashed the flimsy bars of the window, climbed out and ran down the alley to my buddy's car. As we pulled away the whole place was running at the car. They got my door open and almost manage to pull my ass out befofe we were going too fast for them to keep up with the car. It's a long time ago so I don't really remember but I bet I had to change my underwear when we got back to Long Island. God I miss those days. Johnnyt
Outside of Philly, I'm 16, playing some big rough dude @ 30 years old (I'll call him "Stiff"). I was just a naive young kid, and was crushing him in 9. He kept bumping the bet - $5/rack, to $10 and finally to $20/rack. I had 2 older (mid-twenties, former F-Ball players) friends watching, and Stiff was geting a bit buzzed and pissed. Tension mounting in this pool/hall/bowling alley. It hits closing time, no patrons but us are left. Stiff says he doesn't have the $200+ to pay me (didn't see that one coming, did ya?), and my itchy friends find this unacceptable. One of them makes a comment about paying up - Stiff throws an errant haymaker. Stiff catches one SQUARE, stumbles down a couple steps and caroms over seats towards a lane, gets up, and puts two hands on a bowling ball in the ball return on a lane. He barely picks it up his intended weapon when my other friend smacks it out, turns him over onto the lane approach, right at the foul line - I swear - and clocks him a few times real good. Management gets involved and breaks it up. We're all walking towards the exit and Stiff, slightly bloodied, may have made a comment like "I'm gonna f'g kill you guys".
Next thing I know, before I can get to my vehicle, Stiff has a huge gun pointing in my direction - I'm in direct line of fire to the two friends that hammered him. I dove behind a car, and huddled behind the tire as 2 shots flew overhead towards the burning rubber of my friends car. Stiff gets in his car and tears off after them. Apparently he never caught up to them - Next day their car passed inspection - nothing hit. There were a few skid marks in that parking lot that night.
I learned a couple lessons that night. 1) Post or pay as you go. 2) Big, bad friends are some great friends to have.
Next thing I know, before I can get to my vehicle, Stiff has a huge gun pointing in my direction - I'm in direct line of fire to the two friends that hammered him. I dove behind a car, and huddled behind the tire as 2 shots flew overhead towards the burning rubber of my friends car. Stiff gets in his car and tears off after them. Apparently he never caught up to them - Next day their car passed inspection - nothing hit. There were a few skid marks in that parking lot that night.
I learned a couple lessons that night. 1) Post or pay as you go. 2) Big, bad friends are some great friends to have.
I was in a little dive redneck bar in Nebraska several years ago and was playing casual pool for a few dollars a game and a guy I was talking to that I just met suddenly grabbed me and started choking me for no reason so we end up on the floor fighting and actually ended up under the pool table in a brawl and I end up winning the fight.
So since I've never been a great fighter I am pretty proud of myself for having won and then I find out the guy is new in town and has mental problems so I go from being the 'big man' to the guy that beats up the handicapped.
I drank a lot that day.
So since I've never been a great fighter I am pretty proud of myself for having won and then I find out the guy is new in town and has mental problems so I go from being the 'big man' to the guy that beats up the handicapped.
I drank a lot that day.
bigshooter said:
My scary moment was in a 9 Ball Tournament, where my play was better than normal, seemed like my next opponent was coming to ask for the flip before I could rest from the last set.
I go over to the TD to look at the tournament board to see where I am, who I am playing next, only to be told I will be playing for the Hot Seat NEXT Match.
Did not seem like I had played that many matches, or was as late as it was when I looked at my watch.
Scary Night.
the very scariest
When guns went off now and then in my favorite pool hall it was an attention getter. When a guy almost literally twice my size tried to collect ten times the bet when I was young and green that was a bit scary, the many times most of the place escorted me to the door were interesting too, but here is scary for you:
I go out with my shop foreman and his girlfriend to play some pool. The place they go is a low I mean loow dive which was unexpected. Well Danny and his girlfriend are playing partners and the first time she bends over to take a shot I make an interesting discovery. She is wearing a trick dress. It is cut moderately low front and back, sleeveless and a bit on the short side. However when she bends over this whole dress drops away over a foot and I discover her cup size and that if she dyes her hair she dyes all of it. Would have been a heck of a shark move if I hadn't cut my teeth playing in topless bars.
Why was this so scary? My partner was my very jealous wife and I knew the poop was gonna hit the fan the first time she realized the show I had been getting! Nothing like a hunnert and seventeen pounds of pure fury that you can't defend yourself against.
Hu
When guns went off now and then in my favorite pool hall it was an attention getter. When a guy almost literally twice my size tried to collect ten times the bet when I was young and green that was a bit scary, the many times most of the place escorted me to the door were interesting too, but here is scary for you:
I go out with my shop foreman and his girlfriend to play some pool. The place they go is a low I mean loow dive which was unexpected. Well Danny and his girlfriend are playing partners and the first time she bends over to take a shot I make an interesting discovery. She is wearing a trick dress. It is cut moderately low front and back, sleeveless and a bit on the short side. However when she bends over this whole dress drops away over a foot and I discover her cup size and that if she dyes her hair she dyes all of it. Would have been a heck of a shark move if I hadn't cut my teeth playing in topless bars.
Why was this so scary? My partner was my very jealous wife and I knew the poop was gonna hit the fan the first time she realized the show I had been getting! Nothing like a hunnert and seventeen pounds of pure fury that you can't defend yourself against.
Hu