Kidding? Max in snooker is a run of 36.
What is your HIGH RUN?
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Yep. This is AZ. Not Reddit.
Used these spots a lot... Last 3 in 9 ball or 3 off in 8 ball. Let them pick which 3 in 8 ball. You've got em all night.
My favorite memory that confirms that was at the handshake my opponent said, "You shot that Left handed!" I looked down to the cue in my Left hand and replied, "I guess I did."
in the zone.
My work took me all around the Northwest. My strategy whenever I found a new little tournament was run the first and never run another. The first game gets attention because everyone wants to check out the new guy. Give them the fear factor then I get extra shots. Then they always feel like they beat themselves. I was allowed to play in many a tournament that barred players that played my speed. Many times at the bar between games I got to listen to the grumbling. "They let you play but not me!" I considered it salesman ship, not stalling.
Benton City had a Friday night tournament that barred certain players. I won it 6 times in a row and was still welcome. Well that was 6 visits in a row not 6 weeks in a row. Taking a week off here and there did the trick.
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My method allowed me 10 barrels playing 9 ball. At some point I ah uh I had the self to self assessment. My 13 game run came after one of those moments.
Story alert:
I was 1 week into my job free venture playing pool. I had another week until my next meager unemployment check. I had 110 in my pocket. A young man from the south east was on his Road Trip and had made it to Seattle. He shot perty darn good. We hooked up at $10 nine ball. On my home table he had me stuck 80 with 3 barrels left....I had the self to self as I could make a week on the 30 I had left. Kind of like the jump into the river Paul Newman promoted with, "the fall will probably kill ya." Soooo I won 13 straight with 45 minutes left in the night. At the parting handshake his quip was, "I can't beat your Slow Game.
Sitting in the chair must slow time as 13 racks in 45 minutes ain't slow.Now I am 160 loaded for Saturday. He comes in early Saturday (my home turf) and wants to play like uh $3 nine ball. I declined with, "I can't beat you for $3. I will play more at 10 or we could play for 20. He slunk away and started to whine at the bar. "He has my money and won't play me now." It was overheard by my wife and she set the record straight.
So the record of 13 straight in 45 minutes is a better performance than my pair of 17s which came against a slightly weaker player (uh fish).
My goal was always just to make them quit.
No, that would be the wild 8, or the call 8. If they make the eight but not the 9 and the opponent makes the 9, then they draw on that rack.
Jaden
i never have gotten stuck ten barrels. why go that far. usually with a stranger anyway. if i lose the first game of whatever we are playing i say its obvious you are better than me and we need to adjust.
if he wont i quit.
then he usually does as he doesn't want to lose me. if he doesnt give in i may continue if i feel i will win and can beat him out of something.
but then say i will only continue if you double the bet so you may choke.
if he wont i quit.
then he usually does as he doesn't want to lose me. if he doesnt give in i may continue if i feel i will win and can beat him out of something.
but then say i will only continue if you double the bet so you may choke.
George the Greek
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I might chase $5-$10/ games if I'm losing depending how the games are going and $20 games I'm good up to $100. I played a stranger $50 sets and cut it after losing 3 straight sets.
There was a time where I had a Tuesday night $3 nine ball workout, post tournament. We did it for a couple of months. The winnings or occasional losses was in the 30 to $40 range. The score was kept with a quarter on the rail and payment at closing time. He hit the cash machine across the street a couple times. The quarter could move 10 games up and down that rail quickly. Being down 10 games was just a part of the ebb and flow of good competition. It gave us such a good workout that my opponent cashed in the next Reno Sands tournament. Yes the one with Efren and Earl and all the best. I would not have dreamed of entering the pro tournament that he got 5-6 or maybe 7-8 in.
Gotta Have ♥.
Great stories everyone! Don't stop now. It is storming outside and I am gonna sit right here and watch it rain.
Hu
Hu
This reminds me of a time when my wife and her gabby friend would have the coffee klatch. I would just pull up a chair and watch. It was amazing how fast they could talk on coffee.
I never cared about the money as long as I had some in my pocket. I was in hog heaven the once or twice a year the bet got up to a hundred a game eight or nine ball. Fifty I could often find. I never understood why but the bet always went from a beer or drink, three dollars, five, ten, twenty, fifty, a hundred a game. I can remember playing for odd money, thirty or forty, once.
When strangers popped off play a thousand or fifteen hundred a game I always said sure. Never had one call my bluff. If they could post I would have played so it wasn't that much of a bluff. We couldn't post in my home parish(county) so if I was skeptical I would make them flash the cash and put it back in their pocket. If you put it on the light some asswipe would call a cop buddy and you would be busted and as Jerry Reed said, "All that money kept as evidence." They would split most of it and you would have a gambling charge.
Reminds me of a gambler's story. A family court judge friendly to his wife had jacked child support for two children up to a huge two grand a month around 1970. The man was paying it, with no visible means of support. The judge told him to present proof of income or get locked up for contempt of court. Eddie went to work. Made a $1500 bet the first day on the job that he would stick with it six months!
I used to keep a thirty cup urn going all day at my business in cold weather jacked full of dark roast coffee with chicory. The stories flew!
Hu
When strangers popped off play a thousand or fifteen hundred a game I always said sure. Never had one call my bluff. If they could post I would have played so it wasn't that much of a bluff. We couldn't post in my home parish(county) so if I was skeptical I would make them flash the cash and put it back in their pocket. If you put it on the light some asswipe would call a cop buddy and you would be busted and as Jerry Reed said, "All that money kept as evidence." They would split most of it and you would have a gambling charge.
Reminds me of a gambler's story. A family court judge friendly to his wife had jacked child support for two children up to a huge two grand a month around 1970. The man was paying it, with no visible means of support. The judge told him to present proof of income or get locked up for contempt of court. Eddie went to work. Made a $1500 bet the first day on the job that he would stick with it six months!
This reminds me of a time when my wife and her gabby friend would have the coffee klatch. I would just pull up a chair and watch. It was amazing how fast they could talk on coffee.
I used to keep a thirty cup urn going all day at my business in cold weather jacked full of dark roast coffee with chicory. The stories flew!
Hu
George the Greek
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I played a guy one night 6 red snooker for 10 hours at $5/game and it ended at 110 games. He beat me 59-51 . We played again full rack and ended at 50 games. I don't remember what the score in games were but both were marathons.
Ah the "Gambling " charge was put to bed in Washington by Harry Platis in the '80s.
2 players from Portland matched up with 2 Seattle Tacoma players after hours on a home table. At the conclusion the Portland team decided they didn't have to pay up because it was "Gambling ". Harry represented the Seattle team in a court case and prevailed. His argument that it was a contest of skill rather than Gambling was accepted by the judge. In his ruling the money between the 2 on the table was paid. The money between the 2 watching was not as it was Gambling.
2 players from Portland matched up with 2 Seattle Tacoma players after hours on a home table. At the conclusion the Portland team decided they didn't have to pay up because it was "Gambling ". Harry represented the Seattle team in a court case and prevailed. His argument that it was a contest of skill rather than Gambling was accepted by the judge. In his ruling the money between the 2 on the table was paid. The money between the 2 watching was not as it was Gambling.
The apprentice on the job(some 20 years ago) once remarked, "wow Greg and Phil sure have a lot of stories." The second apprentice response was, "Yes but Greg tells his the same every time."
Bah dump.
Bah dump.
If you want some stories, here's one for you. Around 2009 I was working on some networks for NMCI (Navy and Marine Corps Intranet). I was traveling all over the country and setting up the little stand alone networks. For instance, that's how I got to go to Fargo and play (had a tuna fish sandwich next to a pool hall and got massive food poisoning).
Well before I flew to Fargo, I was in Knoxville. I went to the local pool hall and was playing all day with one of the locals who's aunt owned the pool hall. We were messing around playing $1 a rack 9 ball on the barbox. Later on in the evening (this was back when I would typically play 10-15 hour sessions when I went to a pool hall), two road players came in on their way to the Johnny Archer classic down at MBC.
I recognized one of them (Hennessee) and knew what was coming. They talked the kid I was playing's older brother into some races to 7 giving him the 7 out. I knew that no one knew me at the time, so I went over to the ATM and got out a couple of hundred dollars and waited.
I don't remember if they played one set or two, but the older brother knew he was outmatched and quit, so I said, I'll play you the same way.
Now, the guy playing was the road partner, not Hennessee. He said I can't give you that, you're better than him, I'll give you the eight. I said, I've been breaking even with his little brother all day on the barbox and he's better than his little brother.
he said, ok, I'll give you the 7.
I said ok how about we make the race to 9 instead of 7, they both said no, let's keep it at 7 (that becomes important in a minute).
So I proceed to beat him 7 to 2, but he racks again and end up having to beat him to 9, lol. Final score 9-3.
he then says why don't you play my buddy here instead, referring to Hennessee, but he's not as good as me so you gotta play him even.
So, I did, and I won, like 9-4. They wanted to keep on playing, so I agreed to one more, but you have to understand that they were supposed to close by 2:00 and had been vacuuming for like two hours. We played one more and Hennessee got me hill hill and they wanted to KEEP on playing. I said, I've got to catch a flight in a few hours (really it wasn't for another day) but I wasn't going to make this poor family keep the place open any longer (it was already close to 5 am).
They said they'd be coming back by, and I said I'd be there (I wasn't going to be).
Oh yeah, I didn't go to fargo next. I went to the twin cities. Because I ended up losing the 100 bucks I was up from Knoxville playing Tinman two $50 dollar sets...But it was on his home turf, so he had the advantage.
Hey @Tin man you remember that? LOL.
Jaden
Well before I flew to Fargo, I was in Knoxville. I went to the local pool hall and was playing all day with one of the locals who's aunt owned the pool hall. We were messing around playing $1 a rack 9 ball on the barbox. Later on in the evening (this was back when I would typically play 10-15 hour sessions when I went to a pool hall), two road players came in on their way to the Johnny Archer classic down at MBC.
I recognized one of them (Hennessee) and knew what was coming. They talked the kid I was playing's older brother into some races to 7 giving him the 7 out. I knew that no one knew me at the time, so I went over to the ATM and got out a couple of hundred dollars and waited.
I don't remember if they played one set or two, but the older brother knew he was outmatched and quit, so I said, I'll play you the same way.
Now, the guy playing was the road partner, not Hennessee. He said I can't give you that, you're better than him, I'll give you the eight. I said, I've been breaking even with his little brother all day on the barbox and he's better than his little brother.
he said, ok, I'll give you the 7.
I said ok how about we make the race to 9 instead of 7, they both said no, let's keep it at 7 (that becomes important in a minute).
So I proceed to beat him 7 to 2, but he racks again and end up having to beat him to 9, lol. Final score 9-3.
he then says why don't you play my buddy here instead, referring to Hennessee, but he's not as good as me so you gotta play him even.
So, I did, and I won, like 9-4. They wanted to keep on playing, so I agreed to one more, but you have to understand that they were supposed to close by 2:00 and had been vacuuming for like two hours. We played one more and Hennessee got me hill hill and they wanted to KEEP on playing. I said, I've got to catch a flight in a few hours (really it wasn't for another day) but I wasn't going to make this poor family keep the place open any longer (it was already close to 5 am).
They said they'd be coming back by, and I said I'd be there (I wasn't going to be).
Oh yeah, I didn't go to fargo next. I went to the twin cities. Because I ended up losing the 100 bucks I was up from Knoxville playing Tinman two $50 dollar sets...But it was on his home turf, so he had the advantage.
Hey @Tin man you remember that? LOL.
Jaden
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Here's a Big one for me in my career.
The ‘Big Sky’ Montana gives up my second BIG score!
Part 1:
I'll share a story about my second biggest score in 3C. In 1970 a friend of mine, Nicky and I decided to go West, Nicky was a VERY good "short card" player, and I handled pool in the right spots and the 3C. One of the last stops before we got to the West coast was, Denver. We stayed off of Colfax Ave., and across from the Capital building was a billiard room, with 2 3C tables and about 20 pool tables.
It was early in the morning; I always would to get to a room early before any of the regulars, so I could practice without getting "eye-balled". When players started coming in a round noon, I quit, and just sat around the 3c table to clock players. A couple hours later, the room started to get a little action in it on the pool tables. By that time a guy asked me to play some $50.00 a game 15 points, so I'm involved in a game and Nicky is in the middle of some action on a table in the opposite corner of the room, but, I could tell I knew it wasn't pool.
A big loud black guy, Nicky and 3 or 4 other white guys were gambling on something. After about 30 minutes, I'm almost done with the billiard bird and Nicky comes over to ask me for some cheese, "Give me two hundred Billy," I asked, "For what?" He says, "We're gambling with the black guy on the 3 cards." I yelled, "Are you f***I ng crazy," "You're done!" So I finished the billiard game, and went to sweat the, “Three Card Monty.” So, naturally the black guy tries to get me involved, along with the two young white “Cap Men” he had down with it. I said, “NO” and “He’s done too!”
Now, by this time, I’m steaming, Nicky had blown $800.00 of our $2,500.00 bankroll. This is the first, and may I add the last time I took the heat like a sucker. The guys keeps asking and egging me on, finally I say, “I’ll play you some of that,” pointing to the 3C table. He shouts, “Nobody plays that but old men, and they don’t bet nothing!” I reply, “I don’t care how old or young they are I’ll play,” and I'll play for what Nicky lost to you, now go find someone!” He says, “You that good boy, maybe we can make some money with you.”
No cell phones back then, the guy goes to the payphone and comes back and says, “You got a game,” “OK,” at another poolroom, Colfax Billiards. So, we follow the “Monty” crew to the room, now, I really know what’s going on, these three are “Double steering” us in this spot. The guy their going to have me play had NEVER been beaten playing 3C before. Meanwhile, I already about knew the guy they were having me play. He was the BIGGEST “bookmaker” in the Denver area, his name was “Pic” short for an Italian name they couldn’t pronounce. The guy I had been given the 411 on before we started out on the trip.
Our bankroll now was $1,700.00, We agreed to play 15 points for a $1,000.00, Nicky bet $300.00 on the side, we found out later it was the, “Monty crew” that bet the 3 bills. After about 10 minutes, I can see just how the guy plays, a cake walk! I let him get close, 15-12. Next game, the guy bets $2,000.00, I wasn’t sure why, but we did and Nicky bet $600.00 on the side this time. I beat him this time 15-11, He quit, He just quit! I said, “Make a game,” “I can’t I’m broke.” I was astonished, he said, “maybe some other time.” He said, “Thanks for the game,” You play good for a kid,” and walked out the door. Got a REAL bad break with this score, the "BM" had just lost $150.000.00 on the sports that week. After Nicky had blown that money, I could see He wasn’t sharp enough to be with me on the road, I gave him back what He’d lost and 50% of the money we had won so far. Then He drove back to Chi-Town!
When the smoke cleared a couple days later, the “Monty crew”, by the way, the black guy’s name was, Harold Densen. After that first meeting of ours we would become very close partners and friends until his untimely death in 1991. Harold and his crew came over to ask me, “You hanging around town for a while?” “I don’t know, is the action here better than this?” “We have a spot to take you to, and you’ll win as much as you can carry, if you do it the right way.”
The crew takes me up to, Billings Montana. At that time there was a chain of poolrooms around called, “Corner Pocket Billiards,” owned by, “One Eye George” George Franks, pretty fair player/hustler in his day. The guy Harold was steering me to into was a guy they called, “Smitto” he was about 40 years old then. One of the cap men for Harold was a pretty good pool player, Denny Port. He had played Smitto already 6 ball, $20.00 a ball. Denny already beat him a couple of times for about $2,000.00, one of the sessions went on till the room closed, and Smitto invited them to come to his house to play, He had this huge home built into the side of a mountain. In his basement, He had a ping pong table, 4.5x9 GC and a GC 3C billiard table, plus a beautiful bar, with part of the mountain as the back wall. When they got there, Smitto says, “I’ll play you some of this,” pointing to the 3C table. Denny played 1 game, 10 points and quit.
The ‘Big Sky’ Montana gives up my second BIG score!
Here's Part 2
When I went to the “Corner Pocket,” I went in by myself, I knew what day, (Friday night), and time, about 10:00 pm that Smitto came in every week, also the table He liked to play on, right in front of the counter. I was on it already hitting balls in 8 ball, He came in and saw someone on his table, and asked me, “you just practicing, or would you like to play some?” “Ok, what do you want to play?” He said,”6 ball,” I told him, “I never played 6 ball, is it like 9 ball?” “Yes. But faster, since we don’t’ have much time to play.” So, we decided to play for $10.00 a ball, pay after every game, I’m the stranger! We raised the bet to, $20.00 after about an hour, about 12:30 am, they started to clean up the poolroom. When we quit, I was about $850.00 winner, and could still see he still had a knot that would choke a horse on him. So, I asked, “Is there was any bar or room that stays open to continue playing, since you’re stuck,” “I have a couple of tables at my house, we can play there.” I looked at him sort of funny, and he said, “Don’t worry everyone knows me around the state!” He looked towards George for the nod, George speaks right up and says, “Are you kidding, this guy’s as good as gold, He’s the biggest electrical contractor in the state of Montana!”
I follow him to his home, a mansion, just beautiful! WE go down to the basement, I already knew what to expect! Pool table, billiard and ping pong table. He says, “I don’t think I can beat you playing pool, I’ll play you some 3 cushion.” I reply, “Are you kidding me, I don’t know the first thing about that, “old man’s” game!” “Besides, I don’t even know all the rules!“ “If you don’t want to play some more 6 ball, I’m leaving!” He says, “Hit some balls on the table, maybe I’ll make a game with you.” I stalled with the “open hand” bridge, like in the pool game. After a dozen shots, the guy was convinced I couldn’t play a lick. He says, “I’ll give you 2 points going to 10,” “no way, I need 5 and the break!” We agree on, just 5 points on 10, for $300.00 a game pay after every game. We jockey back and forth for the first few games, He’s one game winner and asked to raise the bet to, $500.00, I said, “OK, this billiards takes too long anyway!” By 4:00 am in the morning, We’re playing for a $1,000.00 a game and I’m only getting 2 on 10, and I’m about , $9,000.00 winners, after another 5 games, he runs out of cash in his pocket, but, still wants to keep playing. He tells me, he has more money in the safe, and gets another $10.000.00 out!
Now the Sun’s coming up outside, it’s about, 7:00am,and it’s Saturday, and He’s lost the other 10 dimes, but He’s steaming now, he can’t quit, and by now , I’m only getting the break going to 10 points. I’m about, $20.000.00 winners and the guy wont’ quit, I F***en couldn’t believe it! He’s out of cash, but, still wants to play, He says, “If I lose, I’ll write a check for it, my checks are good as GOLD!” I said, “listen Smitto, we been playing for 9 straight hours, I’m not use to this, we have to set a time limit.” I’ll tell you what I’ll do, since you’re stuck, I’ll play some till 9:00 am, (when the banks open on Saturday), and We’ll play even for $3,000.00 a game, this way you may have a chance to win some money back!” He says, “OK, that’s fair enough.”
Well, 8:30 rolls along and He’s stuck another, $21,000.00! I say, “Smitto, I’m exhausted, let’s quit, you’re not going to get your money back this way, He adamantly says, “NO, give me 2 points and we’ll play till 9 am, I promise. Meanwhile, what I didn’t realize is that, Smitto, every time he went to get a drink, He was popping, “Benny’s,” and just couldn’t stop! Need I elaborate on the final outcome, Smitto lost, a check for $30.000.00 on top of the, $19,000.00 in cash!
He writes out the check, and it dawns on me, it’s Saturday, the inside bank most likely won’t be open. Now, I’m a little worried, I ask Smitto, “Is the inside bank open today, it’s Saturday?” He says, “NO,” ONLY the drive-thru.” Now, I thought to myself, “They’re NOT going to cash this BIG check at the drive-thru window, NO way!” I knew if I waited till Monday, someone would wake him up when he came off the pills. I said again, “Smitto, are you sure they’ll cash it at the drive-thru!” “I’m going to call them right now.” He did, I left and went to the bank, put my ID and check in the tube and sent it away. A few minutes later teller says, “Mr. Smith,” I said to myself, “Here we go, He stopped the check already.” “Do you have another form of ID?” I sent in my SS card, 5 minutes later here comes one tube with my ID’s and a stack of hundreds and then another tube with a stack of hundreds and a, “Thank you!” I met up with Harold at the Hotel, we cut up the money, went to sleep, woke up, got a couple of chicks and partied! Harold and I went on the road together for 25 years.
A funny ending to this story, years later, when I more or less stopped going around the country hustling, I was playing in a huge international 3C tournament in NYC. At Abel Caulderon’s room in Queens, first time I met Sang Lee, he finished second. I had just finished playing the Belgian Champion at the time, Marin Spoormans, I won the game and had the high run of the tournament 16. After the match, a tall lanky older guy with a not so good grey-haired rug, but, with a gorgeous young blonde on his arm. He says to me, “good to see you again after all these years, “can you sign my program?” I ask, “What’s your name?” He says, “make it out to Paul,” you want your last name too.” “Instead, just make it out to, “Smitto!” I take a closer look at the guy and yell out, “SMITTO!” Didn’t recognize him with the rug, we laughed together about the past. His parting words to me were, “You taught me a VERY valuable lesson, that I was only a BIG fish in a LITTLE pond!” “And, I can see you certainly know this game, good luck in the FINALS!”
Remembering the good old Hustling days!
Bill Smith “Mr3Cushion"
Here's Part 2
When I went to the “Corner Pocket,” I went in by myself, I knew what day, (Friday night), and time, about 10:00 pm that Smitto came in every week, also the table He liked to play on, right in front of the counter. I was on it already hitting balls in 8 ball, He came in and saw someone on his table, and asked me, “you just practicing, or would you like to play some?” “Ok, what do you want to play?” He said,”6 ball,” I told him, “I never played 6 ball, is it like 9 ball?” “Yes. But faster, since we don’t’ have much time to play.” So, we decided to play for $10.00 a ball, pay after every game, I’m the stranger! We raised the bet to, $20.00 after about an hour, about 12:30 am, they started to clean up the poolroom. When we quit, I was about $850.00 winner, and could still see he still had a knot that would choke a horse on him. So, I asked, “Is there was any bar or room that stays open to continue playing, since you’re stuck,” “I have a couple of tables at my house, we can play there.” I looked at him sort of funny, and he said, “Don’t worry everyone knows me around the state!” He looked towards George for the nod, George speaks right up and says, “Are you kidding, this guy’s as good as gold, He’s the biggest electrical contractor in the state of Montana!”
I follow him to his home, a mansion, just beautiful! WE go down to the basement, I already knew what to expect! Pool table, billiard and ping pong table. He says, “I don’t think I can beat you playing pool, I’ll play you some 3 cushion.” I reply, “Are you kidding me, I don’t know the first thing about that, “old man’s” game!” “Besides, I don’t even know all the rules!“ “If you don’t want to play some more 6 ball, I’m leaving!” He says, “Hit some balls on the table, maybe I’ll make a game with you.” I stalled with the “open hand” bridge, like in the pool game. After a dozen shots, the guy was convinced I couldn’t play a lick. He says, “I’ll give you 2 points going to 10,” “no way, I need 5 and the break!” We agree on, just 5 points on 10, for $300.00 a game pay after every game. We jockey back and forth for the first few games, He’s one game winner and asked to raise the bet to, $500.00, I said, “OK, this billiards takes too long anyway!” By 4:00 am in the morning, We’re playing for a $1,000.00 a game and I’m only getting 2 on 10, and I’m about , $9,000.00 winners, after another 5 games, he runs out of cash in his pocket, but, still wants to keep playing. He tells me, he has more money in the safe, and gets another $10.000.00 out!
Now the Sun’s coming up outside, it’s about, 7:00am,and it’s Saturday, and He’s lost the other 10 dimes, but He’s steaming now, he can’t quit, and by now , I’m only getting the break going to 10 points. I’m about, $20.000.00 winners and the guy wont’ quit, I F***en couldn’t believe it! He’s out of cash, but, still wants to play, He says, “If I lose, I’ll write a check for it, my checks are good as GOLD!” I said, “listen Smitto, we been playing for 9 straight hours, I’m not use to this, we have to set a time limit.” I’ll tell you what I’ll do, since you’re stuck, I’ll play some till 9:00 am, (when the banks open on Saturday), and We’ll play even for $3,000.00 a game, this way you may have a chance to win some money back!” He says, “OK, that’s fair enough.”
Well, 8:30 rolls along and He’s stuck another, $21,000.00! I say, “Smitto, I’m exhausted, let’s quit, you’re not going to get your money back this way, He adamantly says, “NO, give me 2 points and we’ll play till 9 am, I promise. Meanwhile, what I didn’t realize is that, Smitto, every time he went to get a drink, He was popping, “Benny’s,” and just couldn’t stop! Need I elaborate on the final outcome, Smitto lost, a check for $30.000.00 on top of the, $19,000.00 in cash!
He writes out the check, and it dawns on me, it’s Saturday, the inside bank most likely won’t be open. Now, I’m a little worried, I ask Smitto, “Is the inside bank open today, it’s Saturday?” He says, “NO,” ONLY the drive-thru.” Now, I thought to myself, “They’re NOT going to cash this BIG check at the drive-thru window, NO way!” I knew if I waited till Monday, someone would wake him up when he came off the pills. I said again, “Smitto, are you sure they’ll cash it at the drive-thru!” “I’m going to call them right now.” He did, I left and went to the bank, put my ID and check in the tube and sent it away. A few minutes later teller says, “Mr. Smith,” I said to myself, “Here we go, He stopped the check already.” “Do you have another form of ID?” I sent in my SS card, 5 minutes later here comes one tube with my ID’s and a stack of hundreds and then another tube with a stack of hundreds and a, “Thank you!” I met up with Harold at the Hotel, we cut up the money, went to sleep, woke up, got a couple of chicks and partied! Harold and I went on the road together for 25 years.
A funny ending to this story, years later, when I more or less stopped going around the country hustling, I was playing in a huge international 3C tournament in NYC. At Abel Caulderon’s room in Queens, first time I met Sang Lee, he finished second. I had just finished playing the Belgian Champion at the time, Marin Spoormans, I won the game and had the high run of the tournament 16. After the match, a tall lanky older guy with a not so good grey-haired rug, but, with a gorgeous young blonde on his arm. He says to me, “good to see you again after all these years, “can you sign my program?” I ask, “What’s your name?” He says, “make it out to Paul,” you want your last name too.” “Instead, just make it out to, “Smitto!” I take a closer look at the guy and yell out, “SMITTO!” Didn’t recognize him with the rug, we laughed together about the past. His parting words to me were, “You taught me a VERY valuable lesson, that I was only a BIG fish in a LITTLE pond!” “And, I can see you certainly know this game, good luck in the FINALS!”
Remembering the good old Hustling days!
Bill Smith “Mr3Cushion"
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Seriously. Just look at the comments on this post that have 14:1 high runs and Snooker runs listed w them. All the snooker runs are higher than 14:1 runs.
What does that tell you??
Besides smaller pockets, the games are similar in many respects. Imo, alternating between pocketing a numbered ball and colored ball gives additional opportunities for better shape on the cluster in order to chip away more effectively. Anybody wanna chime in here??