Superstition and pool

Bob Callahan

Bob Callahan

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What superstitious behavior do you know of, or do you do in pool?

There are certainly plenty of stories in other sports about players and their superstitions.

This is interesting:

How can you make people better at sports? Tell them they're using equipment that previously belonged to a professional athlete. No, really. A new study finds that golfers significantly improved their putting ability when they believed the putter they were using belonged to a celebrity golfer.
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From: http://news.sciencemag.org/sciencenow/2011/10/the-case-of-the-haunted-golf-clu.html?ref=hp

I recently had a close encounter with this kind of thing. Someone was trying to sell me a cue (I have too many damn cues...) that had belonged to a well-known player, and part of the sales pitch was: "He won a lot of money with this cue". I guess it was magical, and if I owned it, the magic would transfer to me?

The best superstitious story for me wasn't in sports, though. I was giving a final, and a guy came in, sat down, opened his backpack, and then looked panicked (not all that uncommon during finals....). I asked what was wrong, and he said he needed to go back to his dorm. When I asked him why, he told me he needed his pencil. I said, "I have extras." He said, "I need my pencil." He ran all the way to the dorm and back--3/4 of a mile each way.

So fess up--got any good pool superstition stories?

P.S.: I'm not superstitious--I think it brings bad luck.
 
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George from Seinfeld seemed very confident when he thought he was driving John Voit's old car.
 
If I could, I'd play nothing but superstitious people. Yes, many of them would kick my arse anyway.

I'd bring a black cat, ladder, a small mirror, voodoo doll, toss them the 13-ball, chant a hex or two, etc.

If they're thinking about that crapola they're not thinking about the shot.

Unbelievable that people can actually believe there is a cause-and-effect relationship between that junk and reality. I never cease to be amazed.

P.S. to Luxury: And I thought Florida was relatively flat.
 
Before I take a shot I have this little cube shaped thingy that I rub on the tip of my cue. I do it before nearly ever shot. I've seen a few other guys have this same superstition.:D
 
I remember wathcing an interview with Efren and Alex in Tagalog on youtube some while back. One of the comments said that Efren, if he is playing well in a tourney, dosen't "quite" take a full shower as not to rub the luck away. I could be wrong since it has been a couple years since I saw that video.

P.S. I'm not superstitous, I'm a little stitious.
 
justtapitin said:
If I could, I'd play nothing but superstitious people. Yes, many of them would kick my arse anyway.

I'd bring a black cat, ladder, a small mirror, voodoo doll, toss them the 13-ball, chant a hex or two, etc.

If they're thinking about that crapola they're not thinking about the shot.

Unbelievable that people can actually believe there is a cause-and-effect relationship between that junk and reality. I never cease to be amazed.

P.S. to Luxury: And I thought Florida was relatively flat.
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I agree totally.

I was at a friend's house once and she had a black cat, so I borrowed the cat for a moment and walked outside, there was a painter on a tall ladder up against a building. So just to see what the guy would do, I walked under the ladder while holding the cat. The guy totally freaked! LOL!
 
I once bought a shirt I liked at the mall and later wore it to the pool hall.I got in a game I was supposed to like and lost.About a week later I wore the shirt again and lost a different game.About a month later I staked a guy when I was wearing the same shirt and he lost.I told a friend about it and he laughed and said if I didn`t want the shirt he would take it so I gave it to him.3 days later i went to the poolroom and he was wearing the shirt I bet against him and I won,He threw the shirt in the trash.We still laugh about it today.
 
Saw a guy lean back, back, back hoping to body english a ball in. He stepped into a bucket of beers shattering his ankle and falling backwards bashed his head against the side of an adjacent table.

With blood coming out of his brainless skull, he jumped up on his hobbled ankle and asked, "Did I make it?" He didn't.
 
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