Weirdest gambling experience you have had?

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Today I was at Fast Eddie's I was just shooting with a few friends, we had 3 tables. There was a guy asking my friend to play for some dough and my friend said "I will play your for $20." Then the guy said "Ill play for a hundred a rack" so my friend came and got me. He and another friend were going to back me. This guy was obviously high on something. He let me break the first game and I ran out, then the second game I broke and ran out. Then his taxi came, he paid and left. I was a little afraid he might flip out and stab me or something hah. I was wondering if he was some kind of hustler or something but hey, he never got to shoot LOL.

Eric.A.
 
I rack balls said:
Today I was at Fast Eddie's I was just shooting with a few friends, we had 3 tables. There was a guy asking my friend to play for some dough and my friend said "I will play your for $20." Then the guy said "Ill play for a hundred a rack" so my friend came and got me. He and another friend were going to back me. This guy was obviously high on something. He let me break the first game and I ran out, then the second game I broke and ran out. Then his taxi came, he paid and left. I was a little afraid he might flip out and stab me or something hah. I was wondering if he was some kind of hustler or something but hey, he never got to shoot LOL.

Eric.A.
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In St. Louis during the 1970's I was watching some $200 one pocket.
The loser at the end of the match was stuck for $800, and was completely broke. The winner of the match took the losers Glass Eye as collateral, he actually made the guy remove it and rinse it off in the sink in the restroom. :D

This was some crazy shit and I never would have realized that first of all a glass eye would cost around $2000, and second that someone would take a glass eye as collateral for a gambling debt, that is hard core man.

But the strangest thing was seeing this Dude walking around the pool room with an empty eye socket, that was freaky!!!:eek:

By the way, I later heard that the guy never made good on the debt, and the other guy still carries this guy's glass eye in his pocket as a good luck charm, so I suspect that the loser if he is still living is still keeping an eye out for the winner.!!!:p :D :D

Have a nice night!!!!

Manwon
 
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I rack balls said:
Today I was at Fast Eddie's I was just shooting with a few friends, we had 3 tables. There was a guy asking my friend to play for some dough and my friend said "I will play your for $20." Then the guy said "Ill play for a hundred a rack" so my friend came and got me. He and another friend were going to back me. This guy was obviously high on something. He let me break the first game and I ran out, then the second game I broke and ran out. Then his taxi came, he paid and left. I was a little afraid he might flip out and stab me or something hah. I was wondering if he was some kind of hustler or something but hey, he never got to shoot LOL.

Eric.A.
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i once had a guy come into the bar i was hanging out at (around 30yrs ago) and a guy comes in and wants to play $500 a game. but the gimmick is he want to play 15 ball rotation with the money on whatever the last ball on the table happens to be. after 2 games he leaves a little lighter than when he arrived. never played a game like it before or since.
M.C.
 
manwon said:
In St. Louis during the 1970's I was watching some $200 one pocket.
The loser at the end of the match was stuck for $800, and was completely broke. The winner of the match took the losers Glass Eye as collateral, he actually made the guy remove it and rinse it off in the sink in the restroom. :D

This was some crazy shit and I never would have realized that first of all a glass eye would cost around $2000, and second that someone would take a glass eye as collateral for a gambling debt, that is hard core man.

But the strangest thing was seeing this Dude walking around the pool room with an empty eye socket, that was freaky!!!:eek:

By the way, I later heard that the guy never made good on the debt, and the other guy still carries this guy's glass eye in his pocket as a good luck charm, so I suspect that the loser if he is still living is still keeping an eye for the winner.!!!:p :D :D

Have a nice night!!!!

Manwon
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Wow! Haha that is crazy!! That would be something awesome to have to carry around, what a story!

Eric.A.
 
Years ago my cousin actually had a collection of glass eyes. He had probably 20 or more. Seeing the collection was quite memorable for me, having been about 13 at the time;-) I don't really talk to my extended family ever, so I never got to find out where he got them.
 
I was on the road with an action player, and we traveled down South looking for any and all action. :cool:

In Georgia, we met up with a steer who told us about a player named "Rocky Creek" that was a good score if you could get him down. We entered the bar where Rocky Creek hung out, but he was already engaged in action for a thousand bucks a game in the back room. :mad:

My friend was hot to trot and wanted to gamble. So he asked if there was anybody else in the joint who might be interested in playing him some. Up walked a scrawny little kid, who looked to be about 13 or 14 years old. He said he'd try him some if my friend would give him a spot. :confused:

So my friend decided to turn the tables on him and said, "How will you play me some if I shoot every shot one-handed?," thinking he had a lock, being that he was an excellent one-handed player. ;)

The young'n didn't back down and said, "How about I play you even and I will shoot every shot behind my back?" Being that we were in Georgia, my friend decides to stack it up as high as the Georgia pine, thinking he was a shoe-in to pocket himself a nice chunk of change. :D

All of a sudden, the railbirds who were sweating the game in the back room gathered 'round our table, which I thought was a little strange. The kid wins the flip and proceeded to break, again, with his cue stick behind his back. To this day, I have NEVER seen anything like it. The kid breaks the balls and runs out like a bandit. Then he continues his winning ways, break and run, break and run, until he busted us. :o

I've seen a whole lot of gaffes in my life, but I have never seen anyone break and run out, shooting every shot behind their back, like this kid from Georgia. I remember as we were making our exit, the kid was cutting up our money with his Backers Committee, consisting of the sweating railbirds. In sum, the hustler got hustled. :D

JAM
 
I rack balls said:
Today I was at Fast Eddie's I was just shooting with a few friends, we had 3 tables. There was a guy asking my friend to play for some dough and my friend said "I will play your for $20." Then the guy said "Ill play for a hundred a rack" so my friend came and got me. He and another friend were going to back me. This guy was obviously high on something. He let me break the first game and I ran out, then the second game I broke and ran out. Then his taxi came, he paid and left. I was a little afraid he might flip out and stab me or something hah. I was wondering if he was some kind of hustler or something but hey, he never got to shoot LOL.

Eric.A.
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Which Fast Eddies were you in?
 
Like so many pool situations, this one came totally out of the blue. On this night, about 7 years ago, I was at my usual spot, but not to play pool. Instead, I had met one of my friends for a few games of chess, had finished the games, and was on my way to the door. One of my students stopped me and asked if I could please play a few racks with him, and we started to play. While I was waiting for a turn at the table, a stranger walked in.

I had never seen the guy before, but the gold chains, bracelets and the designer gear clearly identified his profession, and I could smell the gamble on him. Naturally therefore, I immediately went into target acquisition mode! When my turn came to shoot, I immediately became quite tipsy (OH, I was good at that!), my bridge hand became spastic, and my stroke started to look like a feeble man using a handsaw on knotty oak. Of course, he was clocking me and after a few of my attempts at the table, he could be heard saying, "Man, I got to get on this table and win some money!", and he put some quarters on the table. But after a few more minutes of watching, he suddenly pulls up and says, "Naw, this guy must be playing smart man!" (meaning that I'm running a hustle), and he turns around and walks out the door. I, of course, am crestfallen and my student says, "You laid that one on too thick! The fish escaped."

Lo and behold, five minutes later the guy comes back in the door, with a local player in tow (he and I had been fairly close rivals for top dog), and wanted to put him up against me for $500 a game--bar table 8-ball, which I negotiated down to three hundred a game. I didn't have but $600, and I had made up my mind to allow myself one bullet. Well--I played three racks like God, running out from everywhere, and in 15 minutes the guy quits, $900 stuck, and walks out the door.

So me and the guys, including the other player, who I'll call F___, were sitting around with a celebratory round or two, and I say, "This is great! I made a little score and F___ didn't get hurt." One of F___'s friends, who I've known from high school, jumps and says, "You see that, F___? That guy who was betting wasn't one of us. You and Professor have known each other for years, and even though you play against each other, what you should have done was milk all that guy's money and split it up. That man had at least 5 grand on him!"

About the instant the words come out of his mouth, the money guy walks back in the door and wants to start the gamble again. I didn't want to play anymore, and I figured that between the post-match letdown and the post-match drinks I wouldn't have the same edge. My high school friend comes up to me though, and tells me to go ahead and play, because after our conversation, F____ would have to be crazy not to work with me. So we resume the action, although I haven't had the chance to actually confirm anything with F___. But after all, we've just had the discussion, right?

F___ won the first game of round two, but I'm feeling good. After all, the guy won't stick around if I win all the games, and we can go back and forth for a while, raise the bet, and then really stick the guy up for a few grand. So the next game, after a nip and tuck battle, I leave a F___ a long tough bank on the eight that would allow him to sell out the table without making it look bad. F___ gets down, studies the shot closely, and banks the eight straight in the corner pocket. Now it dawns on me! F___ is still trying to win my fugging $ for this guy! So I bear down and win the next four games to win a total of $1500 for the night, and the backer finally quits and leaves. Do you know F____ had the colossal gall to ask me for a gapper afterwards?
 
The other day I was playing myself for $500 a rack. When I beat myself, I didn't pay up and proceeded to beat the ever living crap out of myself.
 
Koop said:
The other day I was playing myself for $500 a rack. When I beat myself, I didn't pay up and proceeded to beat the ever living crap out of myself.
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you should have made you post up.
M.C.
 
The Cowboy

A funny story about a cowboy. I was in a place one night many years ago when a guy comes over to watch the game on a challenge table. No big money changing hands per game but you could graze the table a few hours and ease out with a good day's wages without making a big deal of it.

The watcher wore cowboy boots and hat and was dressed cowboy saturday night all the way in between. He watched a few games and then got in. When he got on the table he reached in his pocket and counted his money. That is what he wanted to play for, something like $378, one game, eight foot bar table and we are done. I'm sweating a bit because he looks a little too overdone as country comes to town and that wasn't chump change for me in the mid-seventies.

We played, I won, he emptied his pocket, said he just had to see, and walked out the door. When I was talking to the bartender later he said the guy did that once a month like clockwork and he couldn't remember him ever winning!

Hu
 
I rack balls said:
Today I was at Fast Eddie's I was just shooting with a few friends, we had 3 tables. There was a guy asking my friend to play for some dough and my friend said "I will play your for $20." Then the guy said "Ill play for a hundred a rack" so my friend came and got me. He and another friend were going to back me. This guy was obviously high on something. He let me break the first game and I ran out, then the second game I broke and ran out. Then his taxi came, he paid and left. I was a little afraid he might flip out and stab me or something hah. I was wondering if he was some kind of hustler or something but hey, he never got to shoot LOL.

Eric.A.
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One time I was at a bar named appropriately, "bar", in Chicago. I was on foot, 21 years old and just got off work as a landscaper. I walked in and was the only person speaking English in the whole place. I ordered a miller light draft for $.75 and sat at the bar. Noting that I only had some change left.

The pool table was available and had all the solids up. I walked over to it and a guy approached me to tell me it was his table and he already beat everybody in there but me. He left the last guy with 7 balls. So I put my quarters up and we played for a beer. I had $1.02 left in my pocket.

I beat him, then continued to play for beers for about two hours. I probably won about 12 of those little drafts from people there.

Finally, nobody wants to play me, so I go to the bar and buy a beer for a guy I had been talking to (In Spanish). Leaving me $.37.

A black guy comes in, now there's two of us that speak English. He is carrying a duffel bag and looks like he's coming from the gym. He starts rolling the balls around the table so I tell him it's my table and if he wants to play he's got to play me.

He says sure, $100.

I don't have $100 I tell him, but we can play for fun. At this point I can't even play for a beer anymore.

So he goes and starts talking to the bartender about how kids today don't understand how it used to be. How I'd never get a shot because he would run the table. Etc...

Finally I'd had enough. I walked up to him, slammed my $.37 down on the bar and said, "I've got thirty-seven cents that says I can whip your ass in a game of pool." Then I smiled.

He laughed and said "I like your style, you're on."

I break and run out but miss the 8-ball, leaving it in the kitchen. He rolls the cue ball into the kitchen trying to get me to "table scratch" (this was not BIH).

The 8-ball was about a foot out of the corner pocket about 8" off the rail. I called it in the corner, went three rails and sunk the 8-ball. He said "nice game."

I said "thank you, where's my $.37?"

Then one of the mexican guys that was there came up to him and started, in broken english, rubbing it in his face that he lost. This went on for a minute and finally the guy looks at me, reaches into his duffel bag, says "F***ing Honkie!" and pulls a gun out and points it directly at my chest.

I thought about it for about 1/1000th of a second, decided if he was going to shoot me it would be in the back. I ran out the door, around the corner, and got away. I found out later the guy was an off-duty policeman.

So forget about all the high money games, stuff can start going down for little or nothing. That's the closest I've ever come to getting shot over a game of pool, and it was for thirty-seven measley cents.

Cheers,
RC
 
gambling

I walked in a bar one night to have a few beers, a guy that I played sometime asked me to play some for $20 a game. I told him I only had enough money to buy a few beers. He said no problem, I could pay him later if I lost. Well I always beat the guy, so I played him. I beat him out of $400.00 and didn't have but a couple of bucks when I walked in to the bar. Morale of the story, I guess some guys just feel better losing their money.
 
I was in South Carolina one time with a good friend of mine who is an "A" player for a tournament at Jimmy Hodges place. The night before the tourney there were two guys there that are twins (forget their names). Anyway, my buddy matched up with one of them giving him the 7 and was beating him pretty bad. After a couple of sets, the twins held a little meeting off to the side and a few minutes later, they both went to the bathroom together. Well, after they got back my buddy won a couple more sets. Then they went to the bathroom together again. This time my buddy came over to me laughing and said "you know what they are doing dont you?", I said "no, what?" he said "they are in the bathroom changing shirts and switching up on me" I have never laughed so hard in my life. I said "how do you know?" and he told me that one of them had a tiny scar beside his left eye and sure enough he was right. He knew their scam and still roasted them....BOTH.

Southpaw
 
Southpaw said:
I was in South Carolina one time with a good friend of mine who is an "A" player for a tournament at Jimmy Hodges place. The night before the tourney there were two guys there that are twins (forget their names). Anyway, my buddy matched up with one of them giving him the 7 and was beating him pretty bad. After a couple of sets, the twins held a little meeting off to the side and a few minutes later, they both went to the bathroom together. Well, after they got back my buddy won a couple more sets. Then they went to the bathroom together again. This time my buddy came over to me laughing and said "you know what they are doing dont you?", I said "no, what?" he said "they are in the bathroom changing shirts and switching up on me" I have never laughed so hard in my life. I said "how do you know?" and he told me that one of them had a tiny scar beside his left eye and sure enough he was right. He knew their scam and still roasted them....BOTH.

Southpaw
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that is absolutely classic! :p
 
here is my wierdest gambling experiance, I once won money playing pool! (you would understand if you've ever seen me shoot! :o ) Just the other night Larry Nevel was making fun of me, he says, "this kid is on billiard forums and owns a couple nice cues, and always talks about pool, but he can't make a straight ball in hand shot!", of course it was all in jest, what can I say, I love the game, but am just no good at it...

...yet :rolleyes: hehe
 
The weirdest gmabling thing I ever saw was when Rick Jones, ex owner of City Lights Billiards in Tacoma WA, offered a decent B player the 4 out WILD, in 9 ball.

Only thing was, Mr. B player had to wear a BAG over his head, and was only allowed to look out of the hole in the bag with one eye...

Of course, this robs you of your depth perception, and makes long shots nearly impossible. The B player had no chance. What was funny was watching Rick constantly check the dude's eye hole to make sure he wasn't looking with both eyes!

The funny thing is, I have a lazy eye, so I tend to focus out of one eye much more predominantly than the other, and figured I might be able to handle that game if I got the same spot.

So, I had been getting a LOT of table time lately, and noone had my speed clocked down real good yet, so when I asked Rick for the same spot, he wouldn't give it to me.

I figured that the only way Rick could beat me at that game was if I kept leaving him straight in on the lowest ball, which I was not planning on doing. I figured if I wasn't 75% to make the shot one-eyed, I would play a simple safe to leave distance. I tended to finesse the ball around the table with stroke anyways, so playing one eyed should not have mattered. At that point I was becoming aware you could aim a ball pretty bad, but it you put a super smoothe stroke on the shot, it'll still go in.

I was REALLY disappointed not to get that spot.. I don't know if I was the favorite with that spot, but it would have been fun as hell to try!

Russ
 
Iv'e had several pretty weird and outlandish instances in gambling, but one that stands out was on the golf course. One of the bartenders from the local pool hall that we frequented said he like to play golf for money. Well, being a scratch golfer then, I told him I would play. He had no idea how I played but offered to play even. I beat him pretty bad since I figured it was a one shot deal anyway, but he played me again with only 2 a side and I roasted him again. He was probably a solid 20-25 handicap. A few weeks later he said he wanted to get his money back but I'd have to spot him a lot. I offered to play him with only a 5 iron if he gave me 5 a side and let me play from the ladies tees. He agreed immediately. I shot 38 on the front and he pulled up until I offered to GIVE HIM 5 shots on the back side! I shot 39 on the back and won about 600 off him. He paid me what he had (around 300) and quit his job the next week. We've never seen him since.
 
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