What's the funniest thing you have seen in pool?
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This may not be the funniest thing but we both got a huge laugh after.
In Orange county area CA my friend and I went into a bar. Got a few games but they quit even after giving up good weight. My buddy Craig decides to milk em for a few more dollars. The bet was a hunded, that he could walk around the pool table on his hands. Well let me rephrase, walk around on the rails of the bar table. I really didn't like the bet because he had been drinking a bit. Any way the bet was on, stands on the table then up on his hands, wobbled a bit and almost fell. Got his balance back and slowly proceded around the table, he made it. Those guys didn't like paying off but they did, no problem. BTW, did I mention Craig was a gymnast? LOL His wrists was near the size of his hands!
Rod
In Orange county area CA my friend and I went into a bar. Got a few games but they quit even after giving up good weight. My buddy Craig decides to milk em for a few more dollars. The bet was a hunded, that he could walk around the pool table on his hands. Well let me rephrase, walk around on the rails of the bar table. I really didn't like the bet because he had been drinking a bit. Any way the bet was on, stands on the table then up on his hands, wobbled a bit and almost fell. Got his balance back and slowly proceded around the table, he made it. Those guys didn't like paying off but they did, no problem. BTW, did I mention Craig was a gymnast? LOL His wrists was near the size of his hands!
Rod
Hey Rod, there was a guy by the name of Dana, but he called himself Blake Miller in tournaments for some reason, that used to be able to do stuff like that. He would stand next to the table with his feet underneath the table as far as he could get them with his back arched. Then he would jump from that position and land on the rails. It was pretty amazing to see how fast it would happen. Also, he would walk on his hands up and down the stairs at Hard Times, up to Lil' Al's shop and back down to the snooker table named Big Bertha. Peace, John.Rod said:
Four years ago @ the SBE two guys gambled for three days and neither one could get the best of the other.After considerable woofing they went out to the parking lot and in front of about 300 onlookers and side bettors ran a foot race for $1000.The older fat guy with the 25 yard head start won! Funny stuff
Billy
LOL
Billy
LOL
Not real funny, but a little
when these guys (never seen girls do it, except once) think
they can just treat their cues any ole way, and smack
them against the table, or throw them down and the
cue breaks, sometimes from a hit not too hard.
I feel for them, but they have to learn sometime, huh?
Saw a guy with a $500 muecci, had it 2 weeks, and got mad
and hit it against the table and it just snapped in two.
when these guys (never seen girls do it, except once) think
they can just treat their cues any ole way, and smack
them against the table, or throw them down and the
cue breaks, sometimes from a hit not too hard.
I feel for them, but they have to learn sometime, huh?
Saw a guy with a $500 muecci, had it 2 weeks, and got mad
and hit it against the table and it just snapped in two.
Here's a quick one for you 3-cushion players: I was playing in a weekly tournament about a month after the house I played in switched to the 3 color balls: red, yellow, white. (For those who don't remember, billiard balls used to be 2 white & a red with one white having a dot to tell which is your cue ball & which is your opponent's).
I was playing to get a seat in the final bracket playing the yellow ball as my cue ball and nearing the end of a very close deciding match. I was in the "zone"; selected my shot & executed it perfectly when I started hearing laughter getting louder & louder. My opponent finally came up to me and told me, while laughing hysterically, that I used the "red" ball as my cue ball instead of the "yellow"...he "said" he would have told me ahead of time, but he thought I was just lining up my shot. I guess I wasn't used to playing with a colored cue ball 
. Oh, I lost the spot in the final bracket, too.
I haven't seen these guys for 10+ years and moved out of the state, but I still hear about it from time to time. It was a humbling experience that I really wish would just go away...wait a minute, then why am I posting it?????
Dave
I was playing to get a seat in the final bracket playing the yellow ball as my cue ball and nearing the end of a very close deciding match. I was in the "zone"; selected my shot & executed it perfectly when I started hearing laughter getting louder & louder. My opponent finally came up to me and told me, while laughing hysterically, that I used the "red" ball as my cue ball instead of the "yellow"...he "said" he would have told me ahead of time, but he thought I was just lining up my shot. I guess I wasn't used to playing with a colored cue ball
. Oh, I lost the spot in the final bracket, too.I haven't seen these guys for 10+ years and moved out of the state, but I still hear about it from time to time. It was a humbling experience that I really wish would just go away...wait a minute, then why am I posting it?????
Dave
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gforces1911 said:
Oh thats the worse lol. At a room I played in for a while, they had a talc cone and everytime someone would lather up the talc like that we would have the desk man grab the ID attached to the table, get on the mic and announce to the room
"and representing The United States in the Uneven bar event, on table 3 is Mr. Jones!!!!!!"
Then they would tell them to please stop using so much talc.
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When one player here lost a match in a tournament, he tried to break his cue across his face!! He has since matured (somewhat) and throws less tantrums.
I was once gambling in a bar room, we would bet pitchers vs. 5 $ cash a game as we had no $$$ but a tab.. well I played this guy who was pretty good but cocked I beat him pretty easily a couple games...Well the guy starts hemmin and hawn I'm not going to pay...well in the process it gets a little heated right at the boiling point the drunk pisses himself...I got the cash and a good story
$10 a pop
One time I was playing a player that was "supposed" to beat me even up for $100/set. He had a notoriously hot temper and I drilled him two sets, i think 7-2 and 7-4 or something. He got so mad that he hit his cue on the table and the shaft splintered into a million pieces....then a female voice from across the room yells "hey, that's my cue!". He apparently was playing me with a borrowed cue because he had broken his own the night before.
The owner of the bar told him "Leroy, Let me save you some money, I have a bunch of house cues in the back room, go back there and break all you want for $10 a pop." Leroy went back there, there was a racket that lasted for about 15-20 minutes. Leroy came out, handed the owner $100 and left.
Cheers,
RC
One time I was playing a player that was "supposed" to beat me even up for $100/set. He had a notoriously hot temper and I drilled him two sets, i think 7-2 and 7-4 or something. He got so mad that he hit his cue on the table and the shaft splintered into a million pieces....then a female voice from across the room yells "hey, that's my cue!". He apparently was playing me with a borrowed cue because he had broken his own the night before.
The owner of the bar told him "Leroy, Let me save you some money, I have a bunch of house cues in the back room, go back there and break all you want for $10 a pop." Leroy went back there, there was a racket that lasted for about 15-20 minutes. Leroy came out, handed the owner $100 and left.
Cheers,
RC
I had dreamed of winning the town handicap (which boasts many England internationals) since I first started playing. To find myself cruising through each round playing better and better had me in a spin, though I couldn't shake off a nagging feeling that all was not right. Progressing to the final I couldn't have asked to be cueing better, but I was becoming increasingly paranoid, convinced that the spectators were sniggering behind my back.
My oponent in the final had been my nemesis till then, but my unease increased to the point that tunnel vision set in, and I completely blew him away. I couldn't miss. But with each passing frame the giggles in the audience gave way to outright laughter, and I was filled with an overwhelming sense of dread. Happilly I managed to hold it together to win, and it was only when I strode up to lift the trophy that I noticed I had been completely naked from the waist down the whole time. Who says dreams can't come true?
Boro Nut
My oponent in the final had been my nemesis till then, but my unease increased to the point that tunnel vision set in, and I completely blew him away. I couldn't miss. But with each passing frame the giggles in the audience gave way to outright laughter, and I was filled with an overwhelming sense of dread. Happilly I managed to hold it together to win, and it was only when I strode up to lift the trophy that I noticed I had been completely naked from the waist down the whole time. Who says dreams can't come true?
Boro Nut
The one about someone getting mad reminded me one time I was the only female in a big table 9ball tournament. I was ahead and on the hill against this really big, but well-dressed guy. He weighed close to 350 lbs. As I was running the table out, he calmly walked over and propped up his $5000 Ginacue and picked up his $1000 dollar break cue and proceeded to bang it like a baby all over the counter - for about 30 whole seconds. I calmly continued to run out and won the match.
After going over to shake his hand, I said, "Gee, I'm glad you didn't bring your gun!" and he calmly pulls out 2, one from each of his pants pockets. He said, "You're the only one in the place I didn't shark!"
They were still finding rings from his cue clear across the room a couple weeks later.
After going over to shake his hand, I said, "Gee, I'm glad you didn't bring your gun!" and he calmly pulls out 2, one from each of his pants pockets. He said, "You're the only one in the place I didn't shark!"
They were still finding rings from his cue clear across the room a couple weeks later.
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This isn't really that funny, but more cute. It was summer and the door was propped open at our local tavern. We always shoot in their Friday night tournaments. Everyone is intent on their games and it is loud, music going, people drinking, what have you.
In waddles a mama duck and about 13 fuzzy babies. They start pecking the popcorn off the floor. The whole place went dead silent except for the jukebox. It was such an odd sight. It isn't really out in the boonies or anything either. So then of course we're all cooing at them and throwing them more popcorn and bread. It was sooooooo cute!
In waddles a mama duck and about 13 fuzzy babies. They start pecking the popcorn off the floor. The whole place went dead silent except for the jukebox. It was such an odd sight. It isn't really out in the boonies or anything either. So then of course we're all cooing at them and throwing them more popcorn and bread. It was sooooooo cute!
I found a video clip on the web, a U.S. team competition.
Johnny Archer misses a simple shot, walks away from the table, puts his cue across his shoulders behind his neck. Holding on to either end of the cue he pulls down and snaps it in two. Unfortunately, the video only has the back view, not his face.
Johnny Archer misses a simple shot, walks away from the table, puts his cue across his shoulders behind his neck. Holding on to either end of the cue he pulls down and snaps it in two. Unfortunately, the video only has the back view, not his face.
Scaramouche said:
I think that was the one where Johnny was playing Robles in a straight pool run and Johnny blew a 100 ball run. He looked pretty mad and snapped the cue acrossed his back.
funny ...
A good friend of mine, who is a real good player, gave up
some weight, and played a match, and didn't think he would
lose, but he did. As a result of losing, he had to shave his
eyebrows. Boy, did he look funny for months and months.
Kind of had that Frankenstein look.
A good friend of mine, who is a real good player, gave up
some weight, and played a match, and didn't think he would
lose, but he did. As a result of losing, he had to shave his
eyebrows. Boy, did he look funny for months and months.
Kind of had that Frankenstein look.