Share your or spectated mishaps

I've farted while breaking more than once, but have only been caught once. It was a tournament, and I was on the main table. I didn't hear any laughs or any reaction, so I thought I had gotten away with it. Later that night as I'm lagging for the break in my next match, instead of the typical hand shake, my opponent asks me if I didn't mind if he sat at the foot of the table when I break.
dave
 
Once upon a time at the MisCue Lounge in Ft. Lauderdale Florida, I was playing a guy for $10 a game and I didn't have a cue as mine had been swiped by a crackhead hitchhiker I had picked up in a moment of stupidity on my way home after a booking a winner two nights before.

So I was pretty flush but didn't like playing with the house cue and I was losing as well. A guy walks in who sells cues and I ask him if he's got any for sale. He goes out and gets some from the car and shows them to me I pick out a Meucci that costs around $200 and peel off the bills. I didn't even try it out.

Now, back then I had a real bad habit of jumping up. So, on the very first shot with this new cue I shoot and raise the cue up in the air so much that it hits the celing fan above the table and then goes back down to the table bed and springs up to smack me right in the forehead, knocking me down.

I was dazed and emabrrased as hell. When I got up the whole place was cracking up. Needless to say I continued to lose and the "roofer" beat me about 20 games. I sold that Meucci two days latef for like $80. The "roofer" turned out to be Airport Steve who was so named because he ran some kind of hustles at the Airport.

I bought my first Cog from him years later in Valley Forge. It took me a while to break myself of lifting the cue after I hit the cueball. I still try and steer the shot too much though.
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On another occassion while playing a tournament in the Netherlands I had just racked the balls and backed away directly behind the rack which left me standing by the wall. The breaker hit the cueball and it clipped the one ball high and came straight at my head. Instinctively I just cocked my head to one side and the cueball EMBEDDED itself in the drywall and stuck there.
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At a tournament in Switzerland I saw this happen. A guy breaks and the cueball springs from the table in a huge arc going completely over another guy on the next table and lands on a couch.
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In Germany I saw a guy break and the cueball shot straight up and broke the light. Two balls dropped so they cleaned the table, replaced the bulb and he ran out.

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And the last one I am not proud of but it's a funny story nonetheless.

In Germany I matched up with a fellow American who was a pretty big nit. Although we were about even he asked me for weight. I was desparte to gamble so I foolishly gave it to him thinking I could outrun the nuts. We weren't playing for much and I started missing right away and getting hotter and hotter each set. After losing three sets I asked him to raise the bet, I told him I wasn't going to ask to adjust the weight I just wanted a chance to win something or to REALLY lose. He refused. ON my first break shot in the fourth set I jumped the cueball off the table. I was so pissed that I broke my break cue.

Then I turned to him and asked him if that was what he had been waiting for. He said yes, that what we he wanted to see. So I said I bet you didn't count on this and I grabbed his break cue and broke it. He came UNGLUED as did I at that point. Needless to say the session was OVER at that point.

The next day I gave him a brand new Break Jump Cue from my shop. THe exact same model and color as the one I broke. Like I said, I am not proud of it but the look on that nit's face was priceless. Well worth the price of his cue.

Peace. Stay down and stay calm. :-)
 
This is how you shoot it little lady....

There was girl player who is pretty darn good and she had a miscue out of the blue. Well, this guy comes over who had just come into the bar looking greasy and a little drunk already. He starts playing the whole, "This is how you shoot it little lady." game. She looked at him, ignored him, and bent down to shoot another ball (she was just practicing anyway).

Well the slime-ball started to bend over her and put his arms around her. I jumped up out of my chair and was about to walk over and adjust his manners, but she looks me dead in the eyes and shakes me off. I'm a little irked, but hey if she wants this kind of attention it is none of my business.

So she starts this, "oh, you mean like this?" And she is really playing up to the guy. He says to her, "Now you pull back reall slow like..." Then she looks at me again and winks. Just as she is looking like she is about to shoot she moved her hips to the side a little and looked under her, then she hauls back and clocks the guy in the nuts with breaking speed and hits the ball. She jumps up and down, "Yay, I did it." The guy is rolling around on the floor. Her voice changes, "Well, that didn't turn out like you planned did it?"

I got tears in my eyes from the shock, laughter, and more shock. The first shock was from how hard she did it, the laughter is obvious, and the second shock was because I was scared for the guy. I'm telling you, he'll never do that to a girl again, NOR SHOULD ANYONE without permission first!!! ;)
 
John Barton said:
Double Post - Sorry.
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Holy cow John, this is off topic but you have a lot of rep points for as many posts as you have, here I thought I was doing good lol I have 694 points and a little more than 200 posts, but you must have well over a thousand rep points, nice work bud
 
Donovan said:
There was girl player who is pretty darn good and she had a miscue out of the blue. Well, this guy comes over who had just come into the bar looking greasy and a little drunk already. He starts playing the whole, "This is how you shoot it little lady." game. She looked at him, ignored him, and bent down to shoot another ball (she was just practicing anyway).

Well the slime-ball started to bend over her and put his arms around her. I jumped up out of my chair and was about to walk over and adjust his manners, but she looks me dead in the eyes and shakes me off. I'm a little irked, but hey if she wants this kind of attention it is none of my business.

So she starts this, "oh, you mean like this?" And she is really playing up to the guy. He says to her, "Now you pull back reall slow like..." Then she looks at me again and winks. Just as she is looking like she is about to shoot she moved her hips to the side a little and looked under her, then she hauls back and clocks the guy in the nuts with breaking speed and hits the ball. She jumps up and down, "Yay, I did it." The guy is rolling around on the floor. Her voice changes, "Well, that didn't turn out like you planned did it?"

I got tears in my eyes from the shock, laughter, and more shock. The first shock was from how hard she did it, the laughter is obvious, and the second shock was because I was scared for the guy. I'm telling you, he'll never do that to a girl again, NOR SHOULD ANYONE without permission first!!! ;)
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hahah that sounds like something from the movies that would be cool to see
 
my first night out playing pool in lafayette, played a guy some $5 9 ball, broke cue ball goes flying off the table hits a glass and breaks it, the waitress wasn't too happy about it and muttered that i should have to pay for it, few months later same bar the guy i was playing was breaking and the cue ball flies off the table, he gets mad an throws his cue toward the wall and it sticks in it like a dart into a dartboard, waitress never said a word to him about the gash in the wall

one time i was barkin about a game with a large older guy i knew, he had bad vision and lost a few fingers to diabeties, he acts like he's gonna hit me but he didn't stop short enough and hit me right in the nose, it wasn't hard enough for anyone to notice, so i acted like it didnt happen later on he apologized i think he was pretty embarrassed about it

7-8 years ago there was a nice guy that worked at the local cafe in my home town rick harris, he had had a stroke and it messed him up pretty bad, he couldn't write anymore so he'd just memorize peoples orders instead of writing them down, i ate their all the time and would bs with him, i didn't know it at the time but he was a pretty descent pool player, he was playin in the local weekly bar tourney and was about to win his match to advance to the finals when he collapsed and died of a heart attack
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John Barton said:
Once upon a time at the MisCue Lounge in Ft. Lauderdale Florida, I was playing a guy for $10 a game and I didn't have a cue as mine had been swiped by a crackhead hitchhiker I had picked up in a moment of stupidity on my way home after a booking a winner two nights before.

So I was pretty flush but didn't like playing with the house cue and I was losing as well. A guy walks in who sells cues and I ask him if he's got any for sale. He goes out and gets some from the car and shows them to me I pick out a Meucci that costs around $200 and peel off the bills. I didn't even try it out.

Now, back then I had a real bad habit of jumping up. So, on the very first shot with this new cue I shoot and raise the cue up in the air so much that it hits the celing fan above the table and then goes back down to the table bed and springs up to smack me right in the forehead, knocking me down.

I was dazed and emabrrased as hell. When I got up the whole place was cracking up. Needless to say I continued to lose and the "roofer" beat me about 20 games. I sold that Meucci two days latef for like $80. The "roofer" turned out to be Airport Steve who was so named because he ran some kind of hustles at the Airport.


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Peace. Stay down and stay calm. :-)
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Airport or "Port", a former pool detective and shortstop banks/one pocket player. Steve stopped hanging around pool rooms and found he enjoyed "High Heeled" establishments of the adult kind more than pool rooms. The guy had his own language and was a riot to hang with...legendary with the older crowd still in South Florida for making you laugh.
 
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whitey2 said:
A player had to leave a tournament one night, as he was
stretching for a shot, and his shoes slipped. A face plant
would have been better for him. He wasn't so lucky though,
as he raked his nuts on the table pretty badly. It's a little
funny, but after a few seconds I imagine the pain, and it
changes to "not funny".

I also remember reading a story (10 years ago or so), and I
believe it happened over in England. Some guy was fooling
around standing on a stool. He fell of the stool, and a cue stick
impaled his scrotum. True story.
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I guess if you hang out in pool halls long enough, you get to see just about everything.
 
ShootingArts said:
I have some great stories but I'll have to check the statute of limitations and get back with you! :D :rolleyes: :D

Hu
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an named state policeman(a relative) told me after i mentioned in casual conversation a man had (carefully)buried an exotic sports car to prevent it from being in a divorce settlement(reported as stolen) that statute of limitaions doesn't apply to felonies. that was a shock to me! better to keep things under the hat sometimes.
 
Voodoo Daddy said:
Airport or "Port", a former pool detective and shortstop banks/one pocket player. Steve stopped hanging around pool rooms and found he enjoyed "High Heeled" establishments of the adult kind more than pool rooms. The guy had his own language and was a riot to hang with...legendary with the older crowd still in South Florida for making you laugh.
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Do you remember Showboat, Three Finger Ronnie, Chicken Mike, and Adam Schick? Those were some of the guys that hung out at MisCue, Don and Carol's place. Man I miss those times.
 
Johnnyt said:
One night around 1968 in my poolroom on Long Island, NY I had two tables going for some decent money and a crap game on the billiard table after hours. Someone (me) must have forgot to lock the back door and two guys with ski masks and guns (one sawed-off) came in. You could see they were nervous or hopped up on something. They both had their fingers on the triggers, and not loosely.

After everybody gave them their money and they were on their way out one of the guy’s from the crap game says, “Hey buddy, can you give us back a few dollars back so we can get the game stated again?” I thought the guy with the shotgun was going to shoot us until he turned back around and walked away. Johnnyt
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I'd be willing to bet that you didn't forget to lock the back door. You locked it but either they had somebody on the inside who unlocked it for them or they were in the place earlier and unlocked it themselves. They didn't just stumble upon an unlocked door with ski masks, guns and a craps game going on.

That's a dangerous way to make a living, if you tried to rob a craps game around here you would probably not live to tell about it. The first day on the job as a mailman they always used send the new guy out with an old timer so he could teach the new guy how to do the job. I know a former mailman who wound up in a dice game with Sonny Liston on his first day. Sonny was a colorful character.
 
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woodyosborne said:
an named state policeman(a relative) told me after i mentioned in casual conversation a man had (carefully)buried an exotic sports car to prevent it from being in a divorce settlement(reported as stolen) that statute of limitaions doesn't apply to felonies. that was a shock to me! better to keep things under the hat sometimes.
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Actually I think the statute doesn't expire on capital offenses, most felonies do have a limit I believe. Doesn't really matter, my post was a joke. The buried car reminded me of a funny nonpool related story. A friend of mine had been considered the head of local organized crime years before and owned a salvage yard. The sheet metal and other trash piles up and it doesn't even pay enough to haul it off. A man with a bulldozer owed Blackie a favor so Blackie had him dig a huge hole and bury all of the junk around the place. When people asked the dozer owner what he buried he assured them that Blackie had him bury a brand new Cadillac. Decades later I still heard the story as gospel!

Hu
 
Ok,Here's my story.It is a bit embarrasing as I am the focal point in it.
Several years ago I was playing a guy some 8-ball(big table).He was working and the place was dead.So we're knocking them around and I just keep making stupid mistakes and getting really mad at myself.Now we were just playing for fun and I was still getting hot.Anyway,I miss an 8-ball and get so mad that I grab the 8 and slam it on the table.Problem is the angle I slammed it at the table on.Like really forward and hard.Cueball bounces off the table and soars 15 ft across the room.Lands directly on the glass counter with all the cues displayed inside!Went right through the glass and into the case,while all the glass fell into the case.Completely shattered.It's pretty interesting how I could go from being so intensely angry to frozen humbleness within seconds!
Luckily I didn't damage any of the cues.I just paid to have the new glass put on the case........Shew!!!!
 
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The victim in the mishhap I remember most was good-guy Kim Davenport. I wonder if any male player of this generation took his appearance as seriously as Kim, and he usually competed in fancy, yet elegant, clothing. During the 1997 PBT Tour championship in Providence, Rhode Island, Kim got his pants caught on the metal edging of the table and the result was a rip in his pants that was surely over a foot long. He had to finish his match against Varner playing with a gigantic rip in his pants. He was noticably upset.
 
sjm said:
The victim in the mishhap I remember most was good-guy Kim Davenport. I wonder if any male player of this generation took his appearance as seriously as Kim, and he usually competed in fancy, yet elegant, clothing. During the 1997 PBT Tour championship in Providence, Rhode Island, Kim got his pants caught on the metal edging of the table and the result was a rip in his pants that was surely over a foot long. He had to finish his match against Varner playing with a gigantic rip in his pants. He was noticably upset.
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So, who won?
 
Originally Posted by sjm
The victim in the mishhap I remember most was good-guy Kim Davenport. I wonder if any male player of this generation took his appearance as seriously as Kim, and he usually competed in fancy, yet elegant, clothing.
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I don't think I can agree with your assessment of his wardrobe.

Davenport was wearing bright lime green pants at a recent tournament. I simply thought it a bit odd and perhaps even golf-esque until my friend whispered to me in his best James Bond voice: "Those are some exquisite pantaloons you are sporting Mr. Davenport. Tell me...do they make them for men?"

I had trouble keeping a straight face the rest of the evening as he cracked more pants jokes.
 
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