What's the funniest thing you have seen in pool?

Had to be there to believe it

Two road players at a tournament in Dallas

One loses everything to the other road player. His girlfriend was attractive to the winning player. Losing road player decides to make a game where he puts her up for $2000.00. The winning player agrees and the girl agrees because she is tired of dealing with current boyfriend/poolplayer. Well the winning road player wins and proceeds to claim his "prize". He now has a new girlfriend/traveling partner.

The whole room was rolling on the floor. I will keep the names quiet for those involved. The best part was the negotiating of the "value" of the girl. Losing player was like she can ___________ , and _______ ... The other guy was like cash is cash... :D
 
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Three stories:
I broke a game of 8 ball, the cue flew off the table and struck a chalk cone and holder. The chalk exploded and the wooden rod holding it in place broke off, but the cue ball stayed on the holder, spinning, until my buddy picked it up.

A friend of mine was lined up to break, jumped the cueball off of the table, it flew, bounced off of a table next to it, and proceeded to jump to a third table and flew straight into a side pocket without even touching the slate!

I saw a girl once, hold the cue firmly with her bridge hand and held her grip hand with a loop created by her idex finger and thumb, and stroked "backwards" sliding her bridge hand along the cloth with the tip until she hit the cueball with the tip. I almost died laughing. Thats actually kind of hard to do, I think.
 
I've heard there was a hilarious incident in one club where 2 players were shooting air barrels at each other. They kept on raising the stakes, but neither player had the money to even pay for the table time. Both of them just raised the bet to get even or win some to avoid the embarrasment of letting everyone know you don't have the cash. The best part of it was the whole audience knew what was really going on but not the players ! :p

I've also seen the 9-ball get airborne after the break by a ball and go over a number of balls and drop into the corner pocket without ever touching another ball. I think the 9-ball was about 1' off the bed of the table.

I've also taken a heavy hit on my crown jewels from a flying cueball. But that wasn't funny ! :rolleyes:
 
Sweet Marissa said:
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Its not funny at all, Marissa. Here is the victim. :( :( :(


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I remember a friend of mine calling "5 in the side" he got down and hammered it jumping the ball off the table on to the table beside us and sinking it in there side, I don't know which was funnier the look on the players face or my buddy (who was fairly new to pool) turning to me (dead serious) asking if the shot counted.
 
ol'Joe

Lot's of funny things happened during pool games, hafta admit many involved a little violence too. However my favorite long running funny was anyone trying to gamble with ol'Joe. Joe was ancient and so thin he appeared to be only skin and bone. He hung out at a country bar that faced demolition every time a good breeze blew. This place was ragged and a dump and only served beer. That brings me to part of ol'Joe's mystique. He always wore a sport coat year around. Apparently this sport coat could create half-pint bottles of Old Crow. This was a 7/24 joint and Joe never ran out of half-pints even if he stayed there for days.

The killer thing about Joe is he was s-l-o-w. If he shot position where he had to walk around the table you could head to the bathroom, get another beer, chat with the bartender or your buddies, and still get back to the table in time to see Joe finishing his walk around the table. Then he would set himself up to shoot. Another eternity. Then he would "hammer" the cue ball. Actually he hit it so softly that I can't remember any shot of his hitting the back of the pocket. He shot at most a half inch past the front lip of the pocket. Joe held the table a half-hour to make a three ball run. Sharked the wired up youngsters mightily! It was hilarious watching somebody edgy as hell waiting to get back on the table while ol'Joe hadn't even taken his first shot yet. To make matters worse, Joe shot a pretty good game. People were known to go home and take a shower and come back fresh before Joe got through running his balls playing eight ball.

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Grady Mathews throwing down his stick and going after R Richeson. Richie running around the table trying to stay away from Grady while RR's girlfriend picked up a stick (pretty sure it was Grady's) and starts chasing Grady who is still chasing Richie around and around and she is yelling "grady you grisly old mother f*cker, i'll kill you blah blah blah........

If there was a tape of that, it could be AccuStats best seller.
 
About 5-6 years ago at the Sandusky BCA-VNEA challenge this happened. A team mate of mine failed a runout and his opponent left him this. My friend was on the eight and intentionally fouled moving the 8 to "A" and the 5 to "B".

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The opponent did this with ball in hand:

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Just feathering the 5 ball.

A crowd started gathering around wondering how this situation would end up.
My team mate repeated this 4 times never leaving enough room to place the cueball inbetween the 2 balls with ball in hand. The opponent attempted the same shot every time growing more exasperated with each outcome.

After the fourth time the opponent yells, "Foul!" with the table looking like this:

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My friend replies, "No shit, so was the last four times!" The entire crowd bursts into laughter. His opponent felt a little small and finally tried the bank...
missed.
 
In 1997, I was playing a game of straight pool aganst Tony Robles. After leaving a break shot in one of the racks, I took a bathroom break. In my absence, Tony replaced two of the balls in the rack with two balls that were screwed together and which would, therefore, not separate. The many who were watching us were in on the joke. I made the break shot and ran about nine of the balls in the next rack, and then I ran into those two balls softly, but they didn't separate. I ran into them again on my very next shot, but again they didn't separate. At this point, Robles and the onlookers could barely contain themselves, but I kept shooting. Eventually, the climax arrived when there were just two balls left on the table, the two that were screwed together. When I played one of them, I went into serious shock when they didn't separate, and, at that point, Tony had to speak up, informing me that I'd been had.

I laughed and laughed, as did the many onlookers.
 
Ok, I know that being in the zone is a good thing but there was this one time where I was so into the zone that I had ball in hand on the 9 ball, I got the cueball from the ball return, put it on the headspot (the 9 was near the corner pocket), picked up the 9 ball, and shot the cueball in. Yes, I will never live that one down.
 
One time I was doing a little cheap friendly gambling, and had gone quite awhile without a bathroom break. Excusing myself in the middle of a game, which I almost never do, I ran to the restroom. It was still my shot. Imagine my surprise when I returned and he was shooting! I asked him what was going on and he said, "I shot for you while you were gone and you missed, so now it is my shot and I'm winning!" After the shock wore off, I gave him a swift kick in the butt, called him a cheater and never paid for that game...also never played him again for money!
 
sjm said:
In 1997, I was playing a game of straight pool aganst Tony Robles. After leaving a break shot in one of the racks, I took a bathroom break. In my absence, Tony replaced two of the balls in the rack with two balls that were screwed together and which would, therefore, not separate. The many who were watching us were in on the joke. I made the break shot and ran about nine of the balls in the next rack, and then I ran into those two balls softly, but they didn't separate. I ran into them again on my very next shot, but again they didn't separate. At this point, Robles and the onlookers could barely contain themselves, but I kept shooting. Eventually, the climax arrived when there were just two balls left on the table, the two that were screwed together. When I played one of them, I went into serious shock when they didn't separate, and, at that point, Tony had to speak up, informing me that I'd been had.

I laughed and laughed, as did the many onlookers.
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Now that's a hilarious practical joke !! :D
 
A couple of weeks ago, some guy came into the poolhall already very drunk. The bartender saw how drunk he was and refused to serve him any liquor. The guy started getting loud and talking crap to the bartender, and my friend who is a pretty big guy told the guy to calm down. The guy tries to run around the other end of the bar to get at the bartender who is a small guy, and my friend holds out his arm and clotheslines the guy, and he falls. The guy gets up and backs away. My friend grabs him and takes him outside, and the guy starts mouthing off again. He eventually threatened to kill my friend, and right when he heard that my buddy decked him, and knocked the guy out cold. The guy laid there for like 10 minutes, and when he got up he didn't even remember what happened. There is a bar about four buildings down from the poolhall, and the guy walks over there and picks a fight with another guy standing outside of the bar, and gets his ass kicked again. Finally the police came, and the guy ended up going to the hospital.

Another funny thing that happened was a group of guys came into the poolhall I used to work at, and they were acting like they were toughguys, sagging their pants, talking like gangstas, etc. One of the guys gets into an argument with someone on the table next to him, and he starts mouthing off. Before I had a chance to go break it up, the guy who was mouthing off approaches the other guy, and as he is approaching, he bumps into the edge of the pool table and his pants fall down. The guy got so embarassed that he tried to pretend like it was funny to him, and they ended up leaving a few minutes after that.
 
Alright time for some funny Dutch story's.

In a tournament one guy has to play the turtle. The guy needs to watch the table for 3 minutes and then stroke 100 times before hitting a shot. The turtle shoots his first rack and the guy that needs to rack asks for a time out. He puts on his jacket and walks out the door. 10 minutes later he is back with a newspaper and racks the balls. While the turtle has a look at the rack the other guy opens his newspaper very loud and starts to read. He did that during the entire match getting the turtle out of his concentration....

A guy goes down to hit a shot but he gets back up and chalks, that repeats a couple of times and his opponent say's to him. "If your quiet enough you can here the Q-ball snore".

A player in a tournament makes it a habbit of checking the rack for minutes, a pro player starts to get irritated by it and shouts while the player leans over the rack: "if your looking for the 9-ball it's in the middle".

Alex Lely is playing a match for money for hours and hours. People go home to sleep or work, but the players ke on playing. The railbirds even got back from work or sleep and they were still playing. They are playing one pocket and Alex was up big time but starts to lose more and more from his big pile of money that he already won. Alex then remembers that the guy had a problem shooting long pots and play's a "safety" with a long pot oppertunity. The old guy gets up from his chair and loughs: "ha. you remembered it again, damn...."

Thats all for now!
 
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The Bamboozler said:
A guy I was playing with bought a Meucci from the owner of the room we we playing at. I knew the owner and I've seen some of the cues he sells (warped). Anyway, this guy was so proud of his new purchase and racked the balls up to play a game. When he broke, the shaft split right down the middle! It's amazing he didn't lose an eyeball. Evidently, the shaft had been damaged and the owner tried to repair it (unsuccessfully). The look on the guys face was priceless.

USUALLY THEY BREAK RIGHT BELOW THE JOINT! Not a good idea to break with your Meucci unless you need a real pretty toliet plunger handle!! :o
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A couple of us went to a room that stayed open all night after we closed the bars.There were lots of table in the place but not much business that night,so the guy that ran the place told this kid that worked there to vacumn the place.We watched this hippie looking kid run the sweeper for a good 15 minutes after it came unplugged!The funniest thing was the look he gave us when he noticed it!!
 
rackem said:
USUALLY THEY BREAK RIGHT BELOW THE JOINT! Not a good idea to break with your Meucci unless you need a real pretty toliet plunger handle!! :o
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9 Ball Girl said:
Ok, I know that being in the zone is a good thing but there was this one time where I was so into the zone that I had ball in hand on the 9 ball, I got the cueball from the ball return, put it on the headspot (the 9 was near the corner pocket), picked up the 9 ball, and shot the cueball in. Yes, I will never live that one down.
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lol...that's a hoot...Something similar happened to me at league a couple of years ago.....

I was running a rack and boy was I in the zone! So much so that I put my marker on the key ball's pocket just before the 8 ball. I'm not sure if I forgot I still had to shoot the 8 or forgot that the last ball wasn't the 8 or what. I really don't have a clue as to why I marked a pocket for the wrong ball. Btw, I did mark the 8 ball's pocket, too, for the win but felt like a friggin' idiot for the whole stupidity.

Jeff Livingston
 
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