"sword fighting" with cue sticks

my son is like you . . .

Maniac said:
To quote Rodney Daingerfield: "It ain't easy being me" !!! I've got the scars to prove it.

Maniac
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My son was always the one to try anything for a laugh. Didn't get any wiser when he got older either. He was a rodeo clown, AKA bullfighter, until an enforced vacation from it. Never hit the big time but he was out there hundreds of times.

He would take almost any dare or bet too, as would my older brother. When we were kids "I dare you" was a lot like "Here Bubba hold my beer" was when we got older, usually a prelude to a major train wreck! Of course if somebody else did something and survived it then everyone else had to do it too. When my older brother was only five or six he and our sister three years older managed to climb on the roof of our raised farm house. They climbed across the peak and looked around then my sister came back and climbed down. When my brother came back he looked at his sister on the ground in amazement: "You jumped?!?"

"Sure, nothing to it."

Whoosh, SPLAT! That was one that they got in a little trouble over. Hard to hide that my brother couldn't walk for a week or so.

Hu
 
I've never used a cue for sword fighting but when the Color of Money came out I went to a premiere showing and almost puked when Tom Cruise started doing his phony martial arts moves using the cue stick! I knew that as soon as the local kids saw that I'd have them doing it all over the poolroom. I was right on that count! I used to get so pissed at the kids doing that in the poolroom.
 
A fairly common style of fencing

sfleinen said:
Jay:

This story reminds me of something that *I* did to myself -- I was the "loser" in this particular exchange.

-Sean
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Sean,

Those prongs at the top were to increase security I believe. They were cut at an angle leaving them a bit pointed. That was how the top of our four foot fence was when we first moved off the farm. I had many a scrape and gouge along with a few punctures from climbing that fence. It ate shirts and even the heavy blue jeans we wore then. Fortunately that short fence didn't carry the same dangers as the twenty foot one you played on! I couldn't help thinking that you are one of the few people that knows how a fish on a stringer feels. :D :D :D

Sorry, but you know how it is, we laugh about the ones we survive without worse than a few scars. Things do go bad sometimes. A ten year old cousin slipped hopping a freight train on the tracks that ran a few miles through their farm. He lost an arm and a leg. Touch and go for a month or two.

Hu
 
Need to rename this "How I almost killed myself or my firends" thread. Give the funny gif thread a run for it's money.
 
This thread has totally taken on a new life but I have to admit that I love it. Reading some of these stories, I can almost feel that I'm 10 years old again standing in the empty lot. I think pretty much everyone had an empty lot, rock quarry, baseball field etc... in their town. When I read the story of the impalement on the fence, I laughed....not out of humor but out of nostalgia. I actually felt like I was there.

I hope more stories are coming because this is just great.

Nothing real dangerous for us but I used to live in an apartment right on the corner of a fairly busy intersection in Western Hills. For the people that live in Cincinnati, I lived on the corner of Harrison and Montana, across from the elementary school. Anyway, we lived on the 2nd floor. My bedroom window faced the intersection. My friend and I played a game we called "Sniper". What it consisted of was plastic picnic spoons and whatever food we could find to fit and fling. Cottage cheese made a decent mess of a windshield, as did canned peaches. But you got extra points if the person had the window down and you could make it into the car. One time we were there with canned corn and I nailed a lady right in the face. That was easily more than 30 years ago and I can still see her reaction like I just saw it a few minutes ago. HAHAHA!! She of course flinched and closed her eyes and squinted up her face. It was priceless.

I don't think I need to even go on about how many water balloons and eggs went out that window either. One time my friend nailed this guys windshield with an egg and he actually pulled over. He came up to the apartment and was pounding on the door. I went under the bed and my friend jumped in the wicker clothes basket we had. We eventually came out of hiding, checked the window, saw that his car was gone, then made a hasty retreat out the back way and down to the pizza shop.

We really could have caused a terrible accident doing that crap, but, man was it fun.
MULLY
 
What a moron I am

My father was in the lumber biz.6 kids in the family so we all used swords
made of exotic wood,,,enough to make a cuemaker cry..and our poppa.
For some reason this thread reminds me when i was nine.Went to a
one room school house a half mile from home,gravel road down a long hill
and turn onto a two lane blacktop and down a long laneway to get home.
My sister was 2 years older and had a bike,
I would try and beat her home running.
Last day of school that year i ran like the wind,almost got hit by a car,but
i made it to the front porch first.I was dancing around the yard as my sister pulled up on the bike.My mother wondered what all the fuss was
about.I yelled "I finally beat her."

20 years later i woke up at 4 in the morning.My wife awoke and asked me
why i was not sleeping.I told her about when i beat my sister in a race.
I said"She lost on purpose.A nine year old kid can't beat an eleven year
old girl on a bike and a long down-hill in her favor.WHAT AN IDIOT."
We had an early breakfast and went to work tired,still laughing.

Yeah...i'm a little slow...no wonder my sister still finds me on my
birthday where ever i am....she worries about me
 
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the thread did bring back a lot of memories

pt109 said:
My father was in the lumber biz.6 kids in the family so we all used swords
made of exotic wood,,,enough to make a cuemaker cry..and our poppa.
For some reason this thread makes reminds me when i was nine.Went to a
one room school house a half mile from home,gravel road down a long hill
and turn onto a two lane blacktop and down a long laneway to get home.
My sister was 2 years older and had a bike,
I would try and beat her home running.
Last day of school that year i ran like the wind,almost got hit by a car,but
i made it to the front porch first.I was dancing around the yard as my sister pulled up on the bike.My mother wondered what all the fuss was
about.I yelled "I finally beat her."

20 years later i woke up at 4 in the morning.My wife awoke and asked me
why i was not sleeping.I told her about when i beat my sister in a race.
I said"She lost on purpose.A nine year old kid can't beat an eleven year
old girl on a bike and a long down-hill in her favor.WHAT AN IDIOT."
We had an early breakfast and went to work tired,still laughing.

Yeah...i'm a little slow...no wonder my sister still finds me on my
birthday where ever i am....she worries about me
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The thread did bring back a lot of memories along with some fun stories from other people.

I think you might have the record for a little slow flash to bang but it reminded me of my cajun running partner in high school. Big cajun from St. Martinville and talking about him is in danger of making the thread pool related. We played thousands of hours of pool together and he often had my back when I was gambling.

We were on the road one day and I told him a very funny joke I had heard. He gave a polite laugh and blew it off. I thought it was a little funnier than that but whatever. A week later we are riding down the road listening to music and he starts laughing. He's driving and he's laughing so hard that he is beating the steering wheel with tears running down his face. I'm looking at him wondering if this is some strange form or epilepsy or something. He finally recovers and I asked him what was so funny. "That joke you told me." I hadn't told a joke, didn't have a clue what he was talking about. He finally was able to talk enough to tell me the joke I had told him the week before had been nagging at him all that time and he finally got it.

Worst part of the story, he was a straight "A" student!

Hu(no I don't remember the joke)
 
ShootingArts said:
How many have "sword fought" with cue sticks when you were kids, even pretty big kids? That is how all of my house cues for my home table were destroyed. When I got tired of buying cues for awhile...........Howard Bros......

Hu
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Wow, Howard Bros, that a North Louisiana thing from a long time ago. I grew up in Winnsboro, but went to Monroe all the time with my mom when I was a kid and she shopped all the time at HB.

Ray
 
Sword fighting with a cue stick? Oh well, I guess I wasn't the only one. I was probably 12 or 13 playing around in the rec room at our church. I caught the end of a cue in my right eye. It didn't cause any outward looking damage but I was seeing double out of that eye for several days.

It was actually pretty cool, starting at a distance of about 15 to 20 ft images would split into an uppper and lower image. My mom rushed me to the emergency room in a panic (not the first or the last ime she did that) to have the doctor take a look. The doc said it would take a few days but my vision would return to normal and it was nothing serious. Sure enough I was fine a few days later.

My parents said that they hope I learned a valuable lesson that day. I said I did. I said I made a foolish mistake. I said I should have pivoted, dropping my right foot back and dropped the cue under the thrust and come back up under his sword arm. I admitted that trying the block the way I did was just stupid. I guess we saw the learning experience from slightly different angles :wink:
 
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