The dissappearing Road Player!! LOL

JoeyA said:
Being on the road (albeit a short one) is:

You and your road partner's case money is posted and you foul the cue ball but no one sees the foul except you and you keep your mouth shut to insure a win and the guilt hounds you the rest of your life. :embarrassed2:

JoeyA

Joey, if that's the worst thing you've done, then you're a Saint! Many players in that spot, would deny the foul anyway even if their opponent saw it.
 
jay helfert said:
Joey, if that's the worst thing you've done, then you're a Saint! Many players in that spot, would deny the foul anyway even if their opponent saw it.

Then I guess you can just call me Saint Joe. :D :angel:
JoeyA
 
i got busted in a little place in georgia they were having a tournament i got in the tournament and was playing my first match i bent down to shoot a ball and here comes the swat team they said that anybody with over $500.00 was considered gambling took our money and thirty two of us to jail and kept us for three days then my boss seen it on tv and fired me all because of the player auction
 
9ball123 said:
i got busted in a little place in georgia they were having a tournament i got in the tournament and was playing my first match i bent down to shoot a ball and here comes the swat team they said that anybody with over $500.00 was considered gambling took our money and thirty two of us to jail and kept us for three days then my boss seen it on tv and fired me all because of the player auction

That takes the cake. What kind of a hayseed town were you in?
 
The Road Also Is.

buying 2 recapped tires, stopping at a roadside park outside mobile, eating salami, cheese and crackers, and laughing at the sucker who lost $80.00, went home in a new truck to a steak dinner. then trying to take a nap with the car doors open, hearing a car pull up. Mexico plates, two guys got out of a big car and laid down on the concrete picnic table to sleep. we laughed so hard we got up and drove on to New Orleans. i forget the bad times of which they were more than a few.
 
crawfish said:
Road is....

Driving 60 miles to a shithole bar only to find out (after two sets) that "SAM" is really Rudolfo fu#$ing Luat and you need the six and last three. Thanks Randy for that one.

Oh, the good times.

Laughed out loud at this one, sorry I'm sure it wasn't funny to you at the time.
How about driving a hundred miles {or more} to a local/regional tournament and playing your partner in the first round?
 
jay helfert said:
I got busted with Jimmy Moore. The whole story will be in my book.

What is the release date of that "phantom" book. I'm starting to think it's an air barrel:rotflmao1: I'm getting anxious to read it.
 
Pushout said:
Laughed out loud at this one, sorry I'm sure it wasn't funny to you at the time.
How about driving a hundred miles {or more} to a local/regional tournament and playing your partner in the first round?
That happens every time, didn't you know that is a rule?
 
Dick...You're exactly right, on the cash money it costs, to be on the road now. In any metro area, you're basically looking at $100+ for a hotel room, $100 for gas (which is basically a tank), and $80-$100 for food (for two...my wife travels with me)...EVERY day. It's possible to 'barebones' it, by yourself...but it's still gonna set you back a grand ($1000) a week, to live on the road (excluding living in your car)! Any way you look at it, it's financially tough, to make it on the road. That's why my own approach is much more stable. Pool, as entertainment, or instruction, is popular (and lucrative) ...especially in the college market...and that's why, after doing it successfully myself, for the last 15 yrs; I'm going to make that opportunity available to today's pro's, be they tournament players, trick shot artists, or instructors.

Scott Lee
www.poolknowledge.com

SJDinPHX said:
I would guess the nut (for two) would approach $2-3 hundred a day, these days.(and thats if you didn't drive too much)
 
Pushout said:
How about driving a hundred miles {or more} to a local/regional tournament and playing your partner in the first round?

Ok, I HAVE been there.

In fact I'll see you that and raise you that I paid his freeakin' entry fee!!!

Baker's tournament in Tampa in 1990. How about beating him 9-3 and wondering if you're walking home? :rolleyes:
 
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Sad thing

Pushout said:
Laughed out loud at this one, sorry I'm sure it wasn't funny to you at the time.
How about driving a hundred miles {or more} to a local/regional tournament and playing your partner in the first round?


This freakin happens all the time......Makes you wonder about the "drawing" process each time it happens.....

ken
 
chevybob20 said:
What is the release date of that "phantom" book. I'm starting to think it's an air barrel:rotflmao1: I'm getting anxious to read it.


you hit the nail on the head, we are all getting air-barreled by one of the greatest minds in pool, shame. :frown:
 
JoeyA said:
Being on the road (albeit a short one) is:

You and your road partner's case money is posted and you foul the cue ball but no one sees the foul except you and you keep your mouth shut to insure a win and the guilt hounds you the rest of your life. :embarrassed2:

JoeyA
Bennie Conway fouled one time and the guy called it and The Goose said
'I have a gun" I guess he didn't foul?
 
On the Road, con't.

9ball123 said:
hey jay did you go to jail for playing pool.i went to jail for playing in a tournament last december

I may have a record there. I was busted 3 times in "one" night, for gambling, in Ft. Worth. Minor offense, they took you to a JP and you paid a $16.00 fine and NO ride back to your car. That was AFTER they took about 1/2 your 10s or 20's for "marked bill" evidence. Usually got more than one of us at a time. But 'yours truly' was the only one stupid enough to keep plugging away.
Rough night, but I STILL made money after "expenses".

Dick,

PS Fortunatly I was never "strip searched" or I'm sure they would have found some "marked" C-notes. :rolleyes:

Dick
 
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I can tell !

crawfish said:
Road is....

Waking up in the same clothes smelling of smoke, and instantly reaching for your cash to see if you won or lost.

Driving 60 miles to a shithole bar only to find out (after two sets) that "SAM" is really Rudolfo fu#$ing Luat and you need the six and last three. Thanks Randy for that one.

Waking up in a sweat at noon in your car. (and instantly counting your money)

Ordering chicken and eggs, eggs scrambled well with hashbrowns on the side at Waffle House eighteen days in a row.

Bob Seger's Turn the Page puts you in such a gear that Earl gets nervous.

Wondering if that guy you're playing is laying down, or can't play a lick, or is gonna kill you if you take his $20.

Finally matching up with the guy you've been laying low for and find out you should've had more sleep, and you can't make one in the Pacific ocean.

Giving up the six and the break for shit money just to make dinner.

Someone waking you up while you've had just a little too much proclaiming, "It's your shot."

Telling the same joke four days in a row in eight different bars.

Finding out that a Toyota Corolla isn't the most accomodating place to sleep.

Outrunning the nuts playing a hacker only to find out that your "big score man" was watching the whole time from the bar.

Leaving your cue in Florence SC on your way to Myrtle Beach.

Oh, the good times.

Crawfish, I can tell, You are truly one of us "brain surgeon's" :rolleyes:

Dick
 
This is a great thread...thanks Milo.
I did go on the road for 18 months on a brand new 1958 Boneville 650cc bike and $1500 in my pocket, but would never call myself a road player. When I was getting low on funds I would work a few weeks as a mechanic or whatever to make sure I could sleep in a motel room and eat well. This was more of a site seeing-gambling-adventure across America.

For 40 years after that I like to think of myself as a 3 state road player. Mostly the next town from where I lived with weekend trips up to a few hundred miles. All bars, all bar tables and I made money just about every month.

I do envy the old road players. I probably would have practiced more to try to get my game up another few balls to go on the road, but I liked comfort too much and knowing where my next bed and meal would be. Also I don't think I could ever play for more than $50 a game w/o peeing my pants. The one time I played for high stakes (4 me) was a race to 15 in 3-cushion for $1300 in 1966. I damn near shook myself apart. Johnnyt
 
Tiddler said:
Road trip is getting $50.00, a buddy Billy with thousands to bet (his words) and a car together.

Road trip is popping a beer and taking a handful of white crosses as you leave the city limits just because you can.

Road trip is finding a huge bar with 2 separate rooms with a barbox lined with quarters of drunk college kids playing 8 ball for $5.00 a game.

Road trip is getting free beer and $50.00 an hour robbing drunk college kids on the pool table while your buddy is doing the same in the other room.

Road trip is having a drunk college girl ask you if you'll come back to her dorm because she's impressed you haven't lost a game yet.

Road trip is having Billy tell you to get to the car because he's found the only world beater in the place and lost $2000.00 more than he had (which as it turns out was $100.00).

Road trip is forgetting the deerskin jacket you paid $200.00 for as you sneak out.

Road trip is being smart enough to pull slowly out of the parking lot and turn away from the bar only to watch Billy scream "FU *ss%#les", out the passenger window to the guy who beat him.

Road trip is listening to Billy ask where the f are we going for the next 4 hours until you pull up in front of his house.

Road trip is counting and recounting your money until the speed wears off in hopes you'll find the additional $75.00 needed to replace the lost jacket.....


SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiittttttttt. That aint no road trip but dat IS a baaaaaaaaaaad day. :groucho:
 
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