Hey Jay, did you referee professional tournaments years ago?? I thought I heard your name mentioned during a match between McCready and Parica.
Should be a foul if your cue tip ever touches the cloth...including rails?
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In a tournament at Danny K's, I called a foul on my opponent for marking the cloth as on every shot he would chaulk up, line up behind the OB and touch his tip to the cloth exactly a half ball behind the ball, leaving a chaulk mark on the cloth. Obvious marking, but the TD sided with him. Of course, he was a local and I was from out of town.
Jaden
Jaden
Oh, maybe a couple of hundred is all. Started in the mid 70's and continued to the mid teens. About forty years worth of abuse
, and loved every minute of it.
Reference points, adding them that is, is the issue. Hundreds of hours of pool and snooker video on youtube, can anyone point out video of a major match where this was allowed? Not a tip touching but blatant marking.
Debatable here which is why my first post has a couple of qualifications in it. However, I'm gonna put you on the spot a bit. I know you take pride in your honesty and once were pretty proud of your banking too, not embarrassed by it now!
Question: Have you ever tolerated your opponent marking when playing banks for a hundred a game or more or sets of roughly equal value? Has anyone even tried to mark? I have to admit that I am of the eyeball, poke, and hope school. Wish we had given it a try just for the pleasure it would have brought long ago. Nobody to play banks with but I sometimes used it as an equalizer playing snooker with friends I roped in. Good times!
Hu
In a money game it all depends on how you're doing 
. If I had a soft game (ok a sucker for lack of a better word) I might overlook all kinds of things if he thought it was helping him. I played one guy ten and twenty dollar One Pocket several times and he would always cheat on the game score (on the wire) when I went to the bathroom. Invariably I would lose a game, maybe go from five ahead to four. I let him get away with it, so he would think he was getting over on me. All it ever did was prolong the game, and I usually ended up eight or ten games ahead anyway. If I had made a big fuss about it, then he might have quit me. I know you understand.
Now on the other hand I used to gamble with Preacher Red, a good player and notorious cheat. He liked to steal a ball from my side when he was at the table. I just stole it back when it was my turn, and words were never spoken. He might give me a little smile once in a while when he got caught.
It's not too late to play some Banks. I no longer own a pool table and haven't played in over six months, but I still have a cue and the desire. If you ever make it out to L.A. give me a shout and one day I will make it back to New Orleans, one of my favorite cities anywhere. P.S. I remember Bossier City when it was wide open. Even a scuffler like me could make a thousand dollars playing in the bars there, when that was real money. Seemed like everyone played for twenty a game (Eight Ball), and they played just like the one dollar players up North. You didn't have to hustle anyone either, just try to win every game and keep the table.
As far as marking the table for bank shots, forget about it! There is no mark for banks, since how you hit the ball changes everything. For me the game of banks was always about "feeling" the shot, i.e. proper speed and english.
. If I had a soft game (ok a sucker for lack of a better word) I might overlook all kinds of things if he thought it was helping him. I played one guy ten and twenty dollar One Pocket several times and he would always cheat on the game score (on the wire) when I went to the bathroom. Invariably I would lose a game, maybe go from five ahead to four. I let him get away with it, so he would think he was getting over on me. All it ever did was prolong the game, and I usually ended up eight or ten games ahead anyway. If I had made a big fuss about it, then he might have quit me. I know you understand.Now on the other hand I used to gamble with Preacher Red, a good player and notorious cheat. He liked to steal a ball from my side when he was at the table. I just stole it back when it was my turn, and words were never spoken. He might give me a little smile once in a while when he got caught.
It's not too late to play some Banks. I no longer own a pool table and haven't played in over six months, but I still have a cue and the desire. If you ever make it out to L.A. give me a shout and one day I will make it back to New Orleans, one of my favorite cities anywhere. P.S. I remember Bossier City when it was wide open. Even a scuffler like me could make a thousand dollars playing in the bars there, when that was real money. Seemed like everyone played for twenty a game (Eight Ball), and they played just like the one dollar players up North
. You didn't have to hustle anyone either, just try to win every game and keep the table. As far as marking the table for bank shots, forget about it! There is no mark for banks, since how you hit the ball changes everything. For me the game of banks was always about "feeling" the shot, i.e. proper speed and english.
In a money game it all depends on how you're doing
Now on the other hand I used to gamble with Preacher Red, a good player and notorious cheat. He liked to steal a ball from my side when he was at the table. I just stole it back when it was my turn, and words were never spoken. He might give me a little smile once in a while when he got caught.
It's not too late to play some Banks. I no longer own a pool table and haven't played in over six months, but I still have a cue and the desire. If you ever make it out to L.A. give me a shout and one day I will make it back to New Orleans, one of my favorite cities anywhere. P.S. I remember Bossier City when it was wide open. Even a scuffler like me could make a thousand dollars playing in the bars there, when that was real money. Seemed like everyone played for twenty a game (Eight Ball), and they played just like the one dollar players up North
As far as marking the table for bank shots, forget about it! There is no mark for banks, since how you hit the ball changes everything. For me the game of banks was always about "feeling" the shot, i.e. proper speed and english.
Make sure you give me a shout if you find yourself headed towards New Orleans. I'm a little rusty myself. My best shaft got stuck in a ceiling fan, lost my table to Ida the ho over a year ago. Lost my home too and my cues and case were lost in storage. Saw them a week ago but they are still in storage. My seeing eye dog got a cataract in his dominant eye, and I've got tennis elbow in my shooting arm. My eyes are so bad I just send the dog to the other end of the table and he barks when he thinks he is in the right place. I aim at the bark! Of course with my bad ear... It has been more like a yip anyway since I miscued and conked him on the head with the cue ball!
I could go on and on and on but I would hate to make a grown man cry!
Hu
What advantage would that "marking" give him?
By the way, I cue the tip right on the cloth behind the cue ball, and leave no mark. Played a lot of tournaments, and never any foul called on me.
You are forgetting the cushion also curves down
I'm crying, I'm crying because I'm laughing so hard! I feel for you. I lost my dog too.
One of my favorite lines when asked for a spot was, "Spot went home!"
I've seen some stupid threads, but this one rivals. Check old videos of Babe Cranfield and Cowboy Jimmy Moore. See how they cued, right on the cloth, bed, or rails.
I don't know where these people come from, to invent their theories on how pool should be played. I would have to guess, most are young millennials. There's no other reason.
I don't know where these people come from, to invent their theories on how pool should be played. I would have to guess, most are young millennials. There's no other reason.
This would be a foul, almost no other touching of the tip on the cloth is. Nothing like a regular local in a place with god knows what rules and local things the players are used to. I've lost games before where I ran out the rack but was hooked on the 8, missed the kick and they called it a loss even though the cueball did not fall into a pocket. Guy sat in his chair, I miss a hit on a kick, and he wins.
Count your lucky stars, sounds like you have had a productive go of it, things can always get worse.
Cool, sounds like it could have been fun.Oh, maybe a couple of hundred is all. Started in the mid 70's and continued to the mid teens. About forty years worth of abuse