I didn't have time to put the whole story up about Greg Hoagland playing Chicken George.
We were in a pool hall on the road south of Cleveland. Don't remember the name of the town. But Greg was matched up with George playing even. He was on the lamb, and had lost the first set, (only playing for 100, with 100 on the side with the backers. We doubled the bet for set 2, and kept the bet with the backers the same.) So George is up 3-0 in the second set, plays a weak safe. The backer says something to the effect, "don't worry, this guy can't hit the broad side of a barn." Greg just stands up and tells George to change the bet to 600 clams right there, giving him the 3 games. The backer agrees, and Greg looks at him and woofs at him to bet 500 more on the side. Again, agrees. Greg kicks the ball in and runs the set out from there. Of course, George, true to his nickname, runs out the door from there. We collect, and as we're walking out the door, walk past a guy shooting on the front table, who stands up and stares at us as we're walking out. Greg woofs again, "You want to play?"
The guy comes back with, "Yeah, if you'll spot me 3 games to 9 for 500."
"You got 3 to 21 for 5000."
This guy just whips out a knot of about 8-10k. Greg looks at him for a second, and just walks right out the door without saying anything. The guy, who's name (IIRC) was Sam Sidott, chases us out of the door wanting to play and ends up playing Greg even for 2k, and we took 2 sets. Nice little score out of that room.
Dags