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Fastrockyf

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Might be fun to share some of are stories I'll start with my first tournament win. I was 15 years old and entered a a/b/c/d in Rahway nj at plaza pool room on rt 1 it was the first tournament I ever entered I was entered has a d in my first match I ran 3 racks against a strong b. and they wanted to raise my rank but some friends where there cliff and Timmy Barrett God rest his soul got them to keep me has a d I won 4 matches and was in the final I wound up playing a cop I can't reamber his name but his dad was there they called him the sniper Mendez was his name a famous jersey player they where sharking me something awful I couldent make a ball the guy said come on let's side bet a grand his old man would say I'm gonna half you kicked out of here if you beat my son your to strong to be in this tournament what you should know about me is I was 15 but looked 30 lol now I'm 28 and look 50 but I didint want the trouble the cop won the first set. But it was double elimaniton the next set I won the coin toss first break 9 in the side next rack the cop scratches on the 9 next rack I make a 1 9 combo the sniper is going nuts loudly saying his gonna fight me and I'm scared the cop leaves me another 2 or 3 ball out just then my freind Greg walk in Greg weighed 600 pounds and would bet people he could do ten push ups or kick over his head he worked at PJs billiards in linden nj my home room he told the sniper to stick it and shut up and the sniper did he then said don't be scared kid I'll drive you home with the money now beat this guy. But I dident have to he scratched on the 9 again and I won my first tournament 1500$ bucks I was so pumped I stood up all night and took second in a tournament about 7 hours later 500 bucks lol. .....so that's my story I'd love you guys to share some of yours
 
Might be fun to share some of are stories I'll start with my first tournament win. I was 15 years old and entered a a/b/c/d in Rahway nj at plaza pool room on rt 1 it was the first tournament I ever entered I was entered has a d in my first match I ran 3 racks against a strong b. and they wanted to raise my rank but some friends where there cliff and Timmy Barrett God rest his soul got them to keep me has a d I won 4 matches and was in the final I wound up playing a cop I can't reamber his name but his dad was there they called him the sniper Mendez was his name a famous jersey player they where sharking me something awful I couldent make a ball the guy said come on let's side bet a grand his old man would say I'm gonna half you kicked out of here if you beat my son your to strong to be in this tournament what you should know about me is I was 15 but looked 30 lol now I'm 28 and look 50 but I didint want the trouble the cop won the first set. But it was double elimaniton the next set I won the coin toss first break 9 in the side next rack the cop scratches on the 9 next rack I make a 1 9 combo the sniper is going nuts loudly saying his gonna fight me and I'm scared the cop leaves me another 2 or 3 ball out just then my freind Greg walk in Greg weighed 600 pounds and would bet people he could do ten push ups or kick over his head he worked at PJs billiards in linden nj my home room he told the sniper to stick it and shut up and the sniper did he then said don't be scared kid I'll drive you home with the money now beat this guy. But I dident have to he scratched on the 9 again and I won my first tournament 1500$ bucks I was so pumped I stood up all night and took second in a tournament about 7 hours later 500 bucks lol. .....so that's my story I'd love you guys to share some of yours

600 pounds?

That's a rather large chap - and he drove too?
 
Punctuation and periods are your friend. Second of all, you were a D player, but you ran 3 racks in a row? :confused: Lastly, this sounds like a small weekly tourney, how the hell did it pay $1500 for first place? Hell, theres some regional tourneys that barely bay that much for first. Does anyone else smell what I smell?
 
One of my best friend and I were out drinking at a bar and we met one of his co-workers who was a nurse. His friend had brought a friend of hers too. The friend was gorgeous from what I can remember. This was years ago. The friend of the friend wanted to go to a gay and lesbian club. So we decided to go even though the two of us had decided against it. Why not...the girl was hot and she wanted to go.

It was the weirdest feeling as we walked in there. A bunch of flamers. My buddy and I thought we would go over to the pool area and play some pool and avoid the patrons there. We thought we would feel at home in front of the pool table. We were wrong.

We were playing each other a game for drinks when suddenly a gay couple wanted to play and play in teams. No problem, my buddy and I were an APA 9. So we wanted to hustle them but they wanted to play teams and separate the two of us. Not good. We played and proceeded to make it as quick as possible.

After the game, a transgender black male/female, walks up to us and without saying a word crawls on top of our table and started to pose on all fours, while a game was going on. Spreading her legs and shaking her ass while her man was taking pictures right in front of us. It was like some sort of mating call from a chimp that you see on Animal Planet.

Did any of us get the girl? Nope. Did any of us get into a fight? I almost did.

Moral of the story? Just because there is a pool table, you are not at home and don't go running out a racks because that draws attention.
 
Punctuation and periods are your friend. Second of all, you were a D player, but you ran 3 racks in a row? :confused: Lastly, this sounds like a small weekly tourney, how the hell did it pay $1500 for first place? Hell, theres some regional tourneys that barely bay that much for first. Does anyone else smell what I smell?

I tell all the ladies that.
 
One of my best friend and I were out drinking at a bar and we met one of his co-workers who was a nurse. His friend had brought a friend of hers too. The friend was gorgeous from what I can remember. This was years ago. The friend of the friend wanted to go to a gay and lesbian club. So we decided to go even though the two of us had decided against it. Why not...the girl was hot and she wanted to go.

It was the weirdest feeling as we walked in there. A bunch of flamers. My buddy and I thought we would go over to the pool area and play some pool and avoid the patrons there. We thought we would feel at home in front of the pool table. We were wrong.

We were playing each other a game for drinks when suddenly a gay couple wanted to play and play in teams. No problem, my buddy and I were an APA 9. So we wanted to hustle them but they wanted to play teams and separate the two of us. Not good. We played and proceeded to make it as quick as possible.

After the game, a transgender black male/female, walks up to us and without saying a word crawls on top of our table and started to pose on all fours, while a game was going on. Spreading her legs and shaking her ass while her man was taking pictures right in front of us. It was like some sort of mating call from a chimp that you see on Animal Planet.

Did any of us get the girl? Nope. Did any of us get into a fight? I almost did.

Moral of the story? Just because there is a pool table, you are not at home and don't go running out a racks because that draws attention.

I'd have been all over that chick posing on the table.
 
One of my best friend and I were out drinking at a bar and we met one of his co-workers who was a nurse. His friend had brought a friend of hers too. The friend was gorgeous from what I can remember. This was years ago. The friend of the friend wanted to go to a gay and lesbian club. So we decided to go even though the two of us had decided against it. Why not...the girl was hot and she wanted to go.

It was the weirdest feeling as we walked in there. A bunch of flamers. My buddy and I thought we would go over to the pool area and play some pool and avoid the patrons there. We thought we would feel at home in front of the pool table. We were wrong.

We were playing each other a game for drinks when suddenly a gay couple wanted to play and play in teams. No problem, my buddy and I were an APA 9. So we wanted to hustle them but they wanted to play teams and separate the two of us. Not good. We played and proceeded to make it as quick as possible.

After the game, a transgender black male/female, walks up to us and without saying a word crawls on top of our table and started to pose on all fours, while a game was going on. Spreading her legs and shaking her ass while her man was taking pictures right in front of us. It was like some sort of mating call from a chimp that you see on Animal Planet.

Did any of us get the girl? Nope. Did any of us get into a fight? I almost did.

Moral of the story? Just because there is a pool table, you are not at home and don't go running out a racks because that draws attention.

Lmao, good story. I was waiting for the part where yall hustled in the G&L bar and made a nice score.
 
Punctuation and periods are your friend. Second of all, you were a D player, but you ran 3 racks in a row? :confused: Lastly, this sounds like a small weekly tourney, how the hell did it pay $1500 for first place? Hell, theres some regional tourneys that barely bay that much for first. Does anyone else smell what I smell?

umm....yes
 
I was about 17 in the1960's and was visiting my grandmother in Miami Beach. I met some guy on the beach during the day.We got to talking and found out we both liked pool. He said he lived in Miami so I asked him if there is anywhere to go and shoot. He offered to take me up to Hollywood that night where he sometimes goes. I figured we would play together but he saw a friend of his and went to play him.
I took my own table and started to bang balls around. A little while later an older woman( maybe22) came over and asked if I would like to play some 8 ball. she was incredibly hot looking,wearing short shorts and a almost see thru top.Let's face it anything with female is hot at the age of 17.
Well we played a few games and she said let's play for $1.00 a game. We played awhile and after loosing about $5 or $6 dollars I quit. Only had enough cash for the table time and to pay off with enough left over for a soda for me and the hottie.(she thought it was so sweet of me to offer ger her a soda).
Went looking for the guy I came up with and discovered he had left.
I figured I would wait outside and see if he would come back so I could get a ride back to Miami.
I did not have any money left even for a bus so I was going to try and hitch a ride.
Just then the hottie left the poolroom. We spoke a bit and I embarrasadly explained my situation.
She offers me a ride but said she had to stop by and pick something up at her apartment first.
I will not go into the tawdry details of a nite comprised of sex,drugs and rock and roll, but leave that to your imagination.
I am not exactly sure when and how I got back to my grandmothers.
 
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I was about 17 in the1960's and was visiting my grandmother in Miami Beach. I met some guy on the beach during the day.We got to talking and found out we both liked pool. He said he lived in Miami so I asked him if there is anywhere to go and shoot. He offered to take me up to Hollywood that night where he sometimes goes. I figured we would play together but he saw a friend of his and went to play him.
I took my own table and started to bang balls around. A little while later an older woman( maybe22) came over and asked if I would like to play some 8 ball. she was incredibly hot looking,wearing short shorts and a almost see thru top.Let's face it anything with female is hot at the age of 17.
Well we played a few games and she said let's play for $1.00 a game. We played awhile and after loosing about $5 or $6 dollars I quit. Only had enough cash for the table time and to pay off with enough left over for a soda for me and the hottie.(she thought it was so sweet of me to offer ger her a soda).
Went looking for the guy I came up with and discovered he had left.
I figured I would wait outside and see if he would come back so I could get a ride back to Miami.
I did not have any money left even for a bus so I was going to try and hitch a ride.
Just then the hottie left the poolroom. We spoke a bit and I embarrasadly explained my situation.
She offers me a ride but said she had to stop by and pick something up at her apartment first.
I will not go into the tawdry details of a nite comprised of sex,drugs and rock and roll, but leave that to your imagination.
I am not exactly sure when and how I got back to my grandmothers.

That was a pretty good story, until you left out the good stuff at the end. ;)
 
It was a guy dressed as a girl.

Like he cares!

I was on a business trip once and asked a buddy who was well-travelled where the action spot was. He gave me the name of a bar and told me they played 10/20$ games and as long as I lost every 3or 4 games, I could play all night.

Looked it up on the interwideweb and the website said it was the premier lgbt club in the area. It did say there were 2 pool tables, but I passed. I think maybe my advisor was making a funny.
 
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I was about 17 in the1960's and was visiting my grandmother in Miami Beach. I met some guy on the beach during the day.We got to talking and found out we both liked pool. He said he lived in Miami so I asked him if there is anywhere to go and shoot. He offered to take me up to Hollywood that night where he sometimes goes. I figured we would play together but he saw a friend of his and went to play him.
I took my own table and started to bang balls around. A little while later an older woman( maybe22) came over and asked if I would like to play some 8 ball. she was incredibly hot looking,wearing short shorts and a almost see thru top.Let's face it anything with female is hot at the age of 17.
Well we played a few games and she said let's play for $1.00 a game. We played awhile and after loosing about $5 or $6 dollars I quit. Only had enough cash for the table time and to pay off with enough left over for a soda for me and the hottie.(she thought it was so sweet of me to offer ger her a soda).
Went looking for the guy I came up with and discovered he had left.
I figured I would wait outside and see if he would come back so I could get a ride back to Miami.
I did not have any money left even for a bus so I was going to try and hitch a ride.
Just then the hottie left the poolroom. We spoke a bit and I embarrasadly explained my situation.
She offers me a ride but said she had to stop by and pick something up at her apartment first.
I will not go into the tawdry details of a nite comprised of sex,drugs and rock and roll, but leave that to your imagination.
I am not exactly sure when and how I got back to my grandmothers.

I agree with Charlie...spill the beans, we are all burned around the edges!
 
It was at the Delaware State 9 ball Championship in '97. Ginky had been lighting the pool world on fire for awhile & was odds on favorite to win it. It was in a 2nd round match early in the tournament & he drew a guy nobody really knew who opened the match playing ok but was out of his depth against Ginky. He played smart & for awhile was in the match but then Ginkys firepower took over and he was on the hill ahead by 3 racks. He broke and ran to the 7 ball but it was tied up with no real good way to get on it so he played a relative safe putting the 7 firmly against the middle of 1 short rail & the cue ball firmly against the short rail at the opposite end of the table and turned to the guy and said "fade that". I'll never forget the look in that guys eyes, like pure fire. He stood up and jacked against the rail and fired that bank straight in the hole & then banked the 8 & the 9 to get out. Ginky said, "that'll never happen again" & this guy proceeded to break & run the next rack, banking the 7,8,9 AGAIN. Then broke & ran the next rack to bring it hill, hill. This guy had a sledge hammer break, the cue ball would fly straight up the air after hitting the rack and bounce once sitting dead in the center of the table. At hill, hill he broke again making 3 on the snap but as the cue ball came back down out the air towards the table it barely glanced of his shaft and turned to Ginky and said "I fouled". Ginky replied he didn't see anything but the guy insisted he'd fouled & turned the table over to Ginky who took ball in hand & got out to end the match. In the big scheme of things it was a match few would remember but I never saw a fire like that guy had in his eyes when Ginky taunted him. To bank from the 7 out, then break & get out again banking from the 7 out for the 2nd rack in a row, then breaking & running that 3rd rack to take it hill, hill. What I remember most was him calling that foul on himself that nobody else seemed to see after making 3 on the snap & looking at a Cosmo to win the set. After the match I heard somebody ask Ginky, "who is that guy & where did he come from". Ginky said, "I don't know, but I hope he goes back there, I don't ever want to see him again".


Why am I the Colonel? Because I always get the chicken
 
It was at the Delaware State 9 ball Championship in '97. Ginky had been lighting the pool world on fire for awhile & was odds on favorite to win it. It was in a 2nd round match early in the tournament & he drew a guy nobody really knew who opened the match playing ok but was out of his depth against Ginky. He played smart & for awhile was in the match but then Ginkys firepower took over and he was on the hill ahead by 3 racks. He broke and ran to the 7 ball but it was tied up with no real good way to get on it so he played a relative safe putting the 7 firmly against the middle of 1 short rail & the cue ball firmly against the short rail at the opposite end of the table and turned to the guy and said "fade that". I'll never forget the look in that guys eyes, like pure fire. He stood up and jacked against the rail and fired that bank straight in the hole & then banked the 8 & the 9 to get out. Ginky said, "that'll never happen again" & this guy proceeded to break & run the next rack, banking the 7,8,9 AGAIN. Then broke & ran the next rack to bring it hill, hill. This guy had a sledge hammer break, the cue ball would fly straight up the air after hitting the rack and bounce once sitting dead in the center of the table. At hill, hill he broke again making 3 on the snap but as the cue ball came back down out the air towards the table it barely glanced of his shaft and turned to Ginky and said "I fouled". Ginky replied he didn't see anything but the guy insisted he'd fouled & turned the table over to Ginky who took ball in hand & got out to end the match. In the big scheme of things it was a match few would remember but I never saw a fire like that guy had in his eyes when Ginky taunted him. To bank from the 7 out, then break & get out again banking from the 7 out for the 2nd rack in a row, then breaking & running that 3rd rack to take it hill, hill. What I remember most was him calling that foul on himself that nobody else seemed to see after making 3 on the snap & looking at a Cosmo to win the set. After the match I heard somebody ask Ginky, "who is that guy & where did he come from". Ginky said, "I don't know, but I hope he goes back there, I don't ever want to see him again".


Why am I the Colonel? Because I always get the chicken

Well damn! Who was it?
 
Some of the "interesting ones", I can't share in mixed company ! All I can say is never ask a Bartender how THAT particular stain got on the pool table !! :eek::yikes:

.................... oh wait a minute. I just read OP's 1st post. I might be able to share something like that. :grin:
 
Punctuation and periods are your friend. Second of all, you were a D player, but you ran 3 racks in a row? :confused: Lastly, this sounds like a small weekly tourney, how the hell did it pay $1500 for first place? Hell, theres some regional tourneys that barely bay that much for first. Does anyone else smell what I smell?

The truth is I was stronger then a d player they tried to raise my rank after my first match but I had some friends that where juiced in I know my spelling is badddddddddd lol and 1500 was small back then plaza tournaments would get up there this was 2001 before pool dried up
 
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