What is the best match you ever played and won?

My best match ever was recently. I played in a smaller 8 ball tournament race to 4 on the winner side race to 3 on the loser side.
I lost my first match 4-3. Then I won the losers bracket all the way to the final. I had to beat the winner of the winners bracket 2 straight sets.
Beat him the first set 4-1 and the second set 3-0.
Wasn't the worlds greatest victory but it was probably mine.
 
Hello Lee, and thanks for sharing with us!

leehayes said:
My best match ever was recently. I played in a smaller 8 ball tournament race to 4 on the winner side race to 3 on the loser side.
I lost my first match 4-3. Then I won the losers bracket all the way to the final. I had to beat the winner of the winners bracket 2 straight sets.
Beat him the first set 4-1 and the second set 3-0.
Wasn't the worlds greatest victory but it was probably mine.
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Great story and win for you. I think you did real good.
Many Regards,
Lock N Load.
 
Running 5 racks and out against pro player, Tom D'Alfonso in the finals of a local tournament....it was good timing for a five pack...especially considering it was a race to 5.... :-)
 
Mr. Anthony, you are to the point here! Simply put Great run out!

Anthony_Beeler said:
Running 5 racks and out against pro player, Tom D'Alfonso in the finals of a local tournament....it was good timing for a five pack...especially considering it was a race to 5.... :-)
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Congrats are in order to you! Good story also! Thanks.
Many Regards,
Lock N Load.
 
Great story, Thanks.

Baxter said:
The other day I was down 4-1 in a race to 5 against my friend and top local shortstop for a pitcher of beer playing 10 ball. Came back with 4 in a row to win. That felt pretty good. We generally play races to 5 for small things like shots or a beer, because I don't have a lot of money to lose. We play the same whether its for a beer or 50 bucks. We're both fiercely competitive.

I played a race to 5 against a top regional player for 50 a couple months ago. He gave up the 7 out playing 9 ball. I took him 5-2. A couple weeks later he wanted to win his money back, and I agreed to the 8. Took him again hill-hill.
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Very nice.
Many Regards,
Lock N Load.
 
It was about 18 years ago. There was a C-D tournament that myself and a few friends used to go to evey week. There was this guy that I seemed to catch every week and for some reason I could never beat him. We must have played a few dozen times and he ALWAYS seemed to get the rolls or $hit a ball in when it mattered most.
Anyway, it was a race to 5 and he was on the hill and I had 1. He looked at me while he was about to break and said "why don't you just take apart your cue now and go home?" "You know you're never going to beat me." I ended up winning the set 5-4. It was nothing dramatic like running a bunch of racks. I really had to work to win, but it was very satisfying.
 
Lock N Load said:
In your pool playing time since you have been playing pool! How good did it feel to win this match? Thanks.
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When I first started playing pool I joined the VNEA. We played in some really ugly dives and I have some stories... like getting my cue butt caught in the pocket of a drunk staggering by... or the time I missed a shot because the waitress dropped a french fry on the table and it deflected the object ball before it got to the pocket. My best game ever was in one of those dives.

This particular greasy spoon had two coin-op Valley tables. Near identical as far as I could tell. So when my match was called, I walked over to the far table and laid my cue on the cloth while I deposited my Loonie to drop the balls.

"Hey, Putz...", this huge fat guy said, bumping my shoulder and looming over me, "That's MY table. Get the eff off it or I'll shove this cue up your ass..."

Now, if you know me, you'll know that nothing pisses me off more than physical threats (must be the Irish blood in me).

I quietly said, "Why don't you go ahead and try..."

When he saw the look on my face he did a double-take and said, "Hey, don't get all excited... I was only joking. You can have the effing table..."

The twist is that he turned out to be my opponent for that match.

I won the lag by a fraction. Now, keep in mind that I'd only ever ran out an 8-ball rack once or twice before, but I broke, made 3 solids on the break, and then ran out the rest breaking out the only tricky cluster with my second shot. I have no idea how - I was still shaking with adrenalin and suppressed anger - but my concentration was absolute.

An old guy who was sipping a beer at the counter watched me shoot and then came over and said, "Son, that's the single most perfect game of 8-ball I ever saw..."

Felt pretty good.
 
It was 2009 at the CSA tournaments at the Riv.
This was just one that could have gone way wrong but didn't.

After quiting the game for several years for medical reasons unknown at that time , I decided to start playing and maybe give some lessons. My health still being a little fragile,being diabetic and learning how to deal with it, I ventured to Vegas to play in some tournys and give some lessons. At this time nobody had ever hardly heard about Perfect aim.

I met an old friend. Sebastion Franko (Chino) , a pretty good player from California, that knew me from the 80s and 90s when I was tearing it up a litttle. He asked me how i was playing and i told him good as ever. He said he would call me if he found some easy action. I told him great.

Chino calls me and said he found someone. I met up with him in a side room and soon another young guy met up. He wanted to bet $300 on his friend that wasn't even there yet. I trusted that Chino knew who this was so I said sure.

Years back when Chino would find someone we usually went 50= 50 one the money.

As soon as the guy I was to play walked in He he asked me to bet $300 with him. I gladly said yes. Now i figured Chino and myself had $300 bet each.

I looked at Chino and said to him, we're going halves, right? he looked at the player and said to me he only wanted $100 of the action.

It turns out this young guy from Canada had won the BCA Masters the year before. This guy is a pretty strong player and Chino, once he saw him wanted none of the action really.

I noticed that they had seen the weakness in Chinos confidence. Another guy came up to me wanting a bet for $200. Not wanting to show any lack of confidence, I took the bet and immediately hollered out, ANYBODY ELSE WANT TO BET.

I got $500 more bet right away. Now I got $1300 bet and Chino only has $100 of it. I looked over at Chino and he sheepishly looked at me and said good luck. I knew i was in for a tough match.

The guy from Canada was about 27 to 29. Stocky in great shape. Black hair with a ponytail that was chpped off kind of short. Real nice guy. I wish i remembered his name. Hopefully he will read this and oblige.

The game was 10 on the bartable. I had really never played 10 ball. Back in the 90s it was all 9 ball. Assuming he could beat this old man, Myself, I know why this was his choice.

We flipped for the break and he won. The race was to 9 if I remember right. He broke and made a ball and commenced to running the rack. He broke the second rack and ran that.

Chino looked at me and shrugged his shoulders.

He broke the 3rd rack and had a shot but it was tough. Made the shot but missed shape. Kicked and scratched.

I won that game and broke and ran out the whole set. I couldn't hardly believe what had just happened. As the young man came over to pay me I couldn't even ask him to play another set. And his expression on his face solidified my thoughts that there would not be another set. So i didn't even ask.

I went over to Chino and gave him his $100. He just smiled at me and said wow. Nice shooting.

I said to him, you got anyone else.

Needless to say, i got little action after that. Word got around pretty fast.

I really didn't think i was playing that well at the time but it was mostly a confidence thing.

I did win the ACS Masters event right after that so I must have been playing pretty good. Beating Beau Ruenigan in the finals.

But this was one time I really thought my goose was cooked. Who knows how it would have turned out if the guy would have played another set.

But on the other hand, by playing so well I earned the right to keep the money with no chance of losing it back .

He didn't want anymore.

Geno............
 
Geno, Geno, Geno, you are the MAN!!!!

genomachino said:
It was 2009 at the CSA tournaments at the Riv.
This was just one that could have gone way wrong but didn't.

After quiting the game for several years for medical reasons unknown at that time , I decided to start playing and maybe give some lessons. My health still being a little fragile,being diabetic and learning how to deal with it, I ventured to Vegas to play in some tournys and give some lessons. At this time nobody had ever hardly heard about Perfect aim.

I met an old friend. Sebastion Franko (Chino) , a pretty good player from California, that knew me from the 80s and 90s when I was tearing it up a litttle. He asked me how i was playing and i told him good as ever. He said he would call me if he found some easy action. I told him great.

Chino calls me and said he found someone. I met up with him in a side room and soon another young guy met up. He wanted to bet $300 on his friend that wasn't even there yet. I trusted that Chino knew who this was so I said sure.

Years back when Chino would find someone we usually went 50= 50 one the money.

As soon as the guy I was to play walked in He he asked me to bet $300 with him. I gladly said yes. Now i figured Chino and myself had $300 bet each.

I looked at Chino and said to him, we're going halves, right? he looked at the player and said to me he only wanted $100 of the action.

It turns out this young guy from Canada had won the BCA Masters the year before. This guy is a pretty strong player and Chino, once he saw him wanted none of the action really.

I noticed that they had seen the weakness in Chinos confidence. Another guy came up to me wanting a bet for $200. Not wanting to show any lack of confidence, I took the bet and immediately hollered out, ANYBODY ELSE WANT TO BET.

I got $500 more bet right away. Now I got $1300 bet and Chino only has $100 of it. I looked over at Chino and he sheepishly looked at me and said good luck. I knew i was in for a tough match.

The guy from Canada was about 27 to 29. Stocky in great shape. Black hair with a ponytail that was chpped off kind of short. Real nice guy. I wish i remembered his name. Hopefully he will read this and oblige.

The game was 10 on the bartable. I had really never played 10 ball. Back in the 90s it was all 9 ball. Assuming he could beat this old man, Myself, I know why this was his choice.

We flipped for the break and he won. The race was to 9 if I remember right. He broke and made a ball and commenced to running the rack. He broke the second rack and ran that.

Chino looked at me and shrugged his shoulders.

He broke the 3rd rack and had a shot but it was tough. Made the shot but missed shape. Kicked and scratched.

I won that game and broke and ran out the whole set. I couldn't hardly believe what had just happened. As the young man came over to pay me I couldn't even ask him to play another set. And his expression on his face solidified my thoughts that there would not be another set. So i didn't even ask.

I went over to Chino and gave him his $100. He just smiled at me and said wow. Nice shooting.

I said to him, you got anyone else.

Needless to say, i got little action after that. Word got around pretty fast.

I really didn't think i was playing that well at the time but it was mostly a confidence thing.

I did win the ACS Masters event right after that so I must have been playing pretty good. Beating Beau Ruenigan in the finals.

But this was one time I really thought my goose was cooked. Who knows how it would have turned out if the guy would have played another set.

But on the other hand, by playing so well I earned the right to keep the money with no chance of losing it back .

He didn't want anymore.

Geno............
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I like that story real good. How are you doing these days? Keep on with the doing it up good on the pool scene!!
Many Regards,
Lock N Load.
 
Lock N Load said:
In your pool playing time since you have been playing pool! How good did it feel to win this match? Thanks.
Many Regards,
Lock N Load.
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I was playing a guy named Bill Stigall. We were playing 2 out of three sets race to 11. I lost the first set 11 to 1. I got behind the second set like 9 to 2 before I started winning. I won that set 11 to 10 and the third set 11 to1. I don't think he came to the table more then a few times once I began winning. He was a very good player by the way.

http://www.tampabilliards.com/billstigall.html
 
Greensboro Pool

Back in the late 70's Playing Johnny Ross from jacksonville FL--racing to 11, he's got me 9 to 2 and I ran the session out. Then on the next race I almost ran the complete session then. The thrird session was close and he beat me 11 to 10, the finall session I won 11 to 4
A few weeks later playing a gent called patch eye, good straight pool player we were betting 100 bucks for 100 points, I beat him the first session 100 to 60, next session I beat him 100 to 80, we were doubling the bet each match
the third game he's got me 99 to 48 and left me a tough bank from below the rack to the side pocket, I noticed there was a dead one from out of the rack on that side--got down took my time made the bank, then made the dead one out of the rack and ran 50 more balls for the dough ray me
That was the last match of that day
 
Maybe not the best match ever but...

I believe it was my very first Texas Open match. I was just playing for fun, since I'm just a banger... and my first match was against some guy who went for $100+ in the calcutta, while I had bought myself for $20.

In any case, I win the flip and break the first game and make the 9-ball on the break. It's winner break format, so my opponent is racking up again and I notice he didn't spend any time trying to tighten the rack.

I go up and inspect the rack and tell him that first few balls are not touching. He then says to me, "you loosened them because you're fat and your stomatch hit the table" or something like that. I'm like, seriously, you're calling me fat? Needless to say I could lose a few pounds, but hey, I don't know the guy and it's a pretty rude comment to make to someone.

In any case, I play well and win the match. I guess he's the one that could have used more weight! :p
 
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