As many funny stories about someone sneaking in here, and laying it down for days to bust the house, I thought I'd tell and then ask for a few from you guys. You have to have been there to appreciate this one.
Back in around '99 I was sent to a poolroom in outside of Charlotte to play a fellow, well, let's call him Charlie. Charlie probably played about a ball under me (that is the line I got), and my goal was to try and get weight to kick it off. So, off I went. I had a five day vacation planned, and he was only one objective. So, I get to the poolroom/bar that he played in on Wednesday night. He was obviously the best player in the house and was telling everybody about it standing near the bar. I sat in the corner and drank beer with a hat and full beard.
"I'd love to stick around for this weekend's tournament; but, I have an easy spot to take off near Rockingham. It's a new bar where they won't know me. I heard the owner and his friends go off. So, I'm taking a few grand and gonna go high roll these idiots after I lay down first. You fu#$ers stay here and knock heads, I'm gonna go steal at Lucky's. (NOT real name of the bar, my friend still owns it to the last of my updated knowledge)"
There it was. Man, I knew Stan at Lucky's used to play in Greenville, NC where I first hit balls. So, I didn't wait until Friday, I went straight there. Stan could play a little, but is never gonna break and run out on the barbox. Never. Well, unless four go on the break and the rest are hangers, or "stop and pops." So, I walk into Lucky's LATE Wednesday night and bullshit with Stan for almost an hour. Man, we laughed about the old days and kind of came up with a plan for Charlie. It felt almost sinister.
Thursday night: All kinds of action betting $2 bucks a game on all four barboxes. Only Stanley knew me, so I made about $50 or so and never ran more than four in a row. Well, in walks Charlie. So.. Stanley and me rack them up and play four races to seven with me getting the seven and the last three. We break even. Guys, it was all I could do not to laugh. Stanley and me had actually played a set earlier for my beer tab with him getting the seven, last three, and the break. He didn't like it. We were stabbing balls into the rail with the best of them. With Charlie waiting to take us off. Sure enough, he asks me to play. "No way, that guy gives me weight, and I don't know you. He's good. Why don't you ask someone who can play to play. Hey Stanley, wanna play this guy some?" Of course it went down. At the end, Charlie kept it even with him for $50 a set. "I'll be back tomorrow night, guys." Charlie warned us. Stanley just laughed and mentioned how he'd been laying down and he might need the eight. Charlie was REAALLY smiling when he left.
Forward to Saturday night. I'm again playing Stanley and getting beaten this time with the seven and the last two. Charlie had come in and watched all three sets. Man, he couldn't wait to give up the eight. "Ready for the eight? Huh, Stanley? This time let's bet $500 if you're getting the eight."
"I gotta run the bar until midnight, then I might try you some."
"Hell, I'll take the six and last three." I jumped in.
"Really, what would you bet?"
"Throw in the break and I'll bet $500." I flashed a wad of mine and Stanley's money.
"Would you bet a thousand with the seven and the break?" He couldn't wait to trap us.
So, I waited it out and drank about six and finally came up with the six and the break. Yeppir. Game on. Even milking it, I made it last about three hours in an eight ahead set. He truly thought I was getting all the rolls. Work of freakin' art it was.
"Well, since you're getting all the rolls, how about just the seven and play again?"
"I'll tell you what. I'm feeling pretty good. My buddy just got here with my own cue, too. How much you got?"
"Enough."
"Well, how about the just the seven for all you brought?"
"Sure, bet $2400. Ten ahead."
"Bet."
Two hours and fifteen minutes later, I was buying Charlie a drink. This is probably only the fourth time I've ever told this story, so if anyone figures out the "who's and where's" of it for real, I hope it's been long enough to just laugh it out, now.
Gotta love the "win" stories. I'm not so hot on telling the "lose" ones. These are way more fun. So, how about that for a roundabout way of getting your man. Let's hear some of the quirky stories from you guys.
Back in around '99 I was sent to a poolroom in outside of Charlotte to play a fellow, well, let's call him Charlie. Charlie probably played about a ball under me (that is the line I got), and my goal was to try and get weight to kick it off. So, off I went. I had a five day vacation planned, and he was only one objective. So, I get to the poolroom/bar that he played in on Wednesday night. He was obviously the best player in the house and was telling everybody about it standing near the bar. I sat in the corner and drank beer with a hat and full beard.
"I'd love to stick around for this weekend's tournament; but, I have an easy spot to take off near Rockingham. It's a new bar where they won't know me. I heard the owner and his friends go off. So, I'm taking a few grand and gonna go high roll these idiots after I lay down first. You fu#$ers stay here and knock heads, I'm gonna go steal at Lucky's. (NOT real name of the bar, my friend still owns it to the last of my updated knowledge)"
There it was. Man, I knew Stan at Lucky's used to play in Greenville, NC where I first hit balls. So, I didn't wait until Friday, I went straight there. Stan could play a little, but is never gonna break and run out on the barbox. Never. Well, unless four go on the break and the rest are hangers, or "stop and pops." So, I walk into Lucky's LATE Wednesday night and bullshit with Stan for almost an hour. Man, we laughed about the old days and kind of came up with a plan for Charlie. It felt almost sinister.
Thursday night: All kinds of action betting $2 bucks a game on all four barboxes. Only Stanley knew me, so I made about $50 or so and never ran more than four in a row. Well, in walks Charlie. So.. Stanley and me rack them up and play four races to seven with me getting the seven and the last three. We break even. Guys, it was all I could do not to laugh. Stanley and me had actually played a set earlier for my beer tab with him getting the seven, last three, and the break. He didn't like it. We were stabbing balls into the rail with the best of them. With Charlie waiting to take us off. Sure enough, he asks me to play. "No way, that guy gives me weight, and I don't know you. He's good. Why don't you ask someone who can play to play. Hey Stanley, wanna play this guy some?" Of course it went down. At the end, Charlie kept it even with him for $50 a set. "I'll be back tomorrow night, guys." Charlie warned us. Stanley just laughed and mentioned how he'd been laying down and he might need the eight. Charlie was REAALLY smiling when he left.
Forward to Saturday night. I'm again playing Stanley and getting beaten this time with the seven and the last two. Charlie had come in and watched all three sets. Man, he couldn't wait to give up the eight. "Ready for the eight? Huh, Stanley? This time let's bet $500 if you're getting the eight."
"I gotta run the bar until midnight, then I might try you some."
"Hell, I'll take the six and last three." I jumped in.
"Really, what would you bet?"
"Throw in the break and I'll bet $500." I flashed a wad of mine and Stanley's money.
"Would you bet a thousand with the seven and the break?" He couldn't wait to trap us.
So, I waited it out and drank about six and finally came up with the six and the break. Yeppir. Game on. Even milking it, I made it last about three hours in an eight ahead set. He truly thought I was getting all the rolls. Work of freakin' art it was.
"Well, since you're getting all the rolls, how about just the seven and play again?"
"I'll tell you what. I'm feeling pretty good. My buddy just got here with my own cue, too. How much you got?"
"Enough."
"Well, how about the just the seven for all you brought?"
"Sure, bet $2400. Ten ahead."
"Bet."
Two hours and fifteen minutes later, I was buying Charlie a drink. This is probably only the fourth time I've ever told this story, so if anyone figures out the "who's and where's" of it for real, I hope it's been long enough to just laugh it out, now.
Gotta love the "win" stories. I'm not so hot on telling the "lose" ones. These are way more fun. So, how about that for a roundabout way of getting your man. Let's hear some of the quirky stories from you guys.
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. Hair down to his butt, skinny as a rail, jewelry galore... he was always accompanied by at least two very capable looking gentlemen. The guns those fellows carried were not that hard to spot, nor were the pockets bulging with cash which they carried for the boss.