What's the most interesting sore loser stories you've witnessed?
What's the most interesting sore loser stories you've witnessed?
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played a guy once for 600 giving up 7 last 3 on the 9'.....lord as my witness I've never seen someone "sh*t" in so many money balls...
he's up 8-2 in a race to 10 and starts flapping his jaws about how he doesn't need any weight, hell i can have the weight back b/c maybe I need the weight lmfao
we start playing even, it was my break and i decided to quit the bs and get to work....
I won 10-8....he never made a F*KING BALL after i got to the table...never left him a shot lol
i get the money and he says
"how about 30% for letting you out?"
i told him "how about nothing for being a dumb ass nit and running off at the mouth, writing checks your ass can't cash"
he was fuming mad to say the least, i reached into my bag got a strawberry sucker poped it in my mouth, smiled and walked out the door lmao
he's up 8-2 in a race to 10 and starts flapping his jaws about how he doesn't need any weight, hell i can have the weight back b/c maybe I need the weight lmfao
we start playing even, it was my break and i decided to quit the bs and get to work....
I won 10-8....he never made a F*KING BALL after i got to the table...never left him a shot lol
i get the money and he says
"how about 30% for letting you out?"
i told him "how about nothing for being a dumb ass nit and running off at the mouth, writing checks your ass can't cash"
he was fuming mad to say the least, i reached into my bag got a strawberry sucker poped it in my mouth, smiled and walked out the door lmao
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A good friend broke his Dale Perry ebay cue with not very much force after a loss, or miss or something, the details are a bit fuzzy. But the interesting part is how off center the cork like core was that was in the butt of the cue. I wish I had pictures...
I played against a "pastor" of a local church in California recently. He was killing me with safety's and was about to win when I hit a full rail shot setting up my 8 ball shot. I hit the 8 in and the cue ball went flying around the table and pronptly headed for the corner pocket. He looked on with great anticipation of the cue ball scratching when it came to rest about an eyelash from the pocket and stopped, giving me the win.
He promptly threw his cue across the table which caused it to skim off the table and crash on the floor, all the while cursing like a drunkin' sailor.
I laughed and said to him "careful.....god is watching" :grin:
He promptly threw his cue across the table which caused it to skim off the table and crash on the floor, all the while cursing like a drunkin' sailor.
I laughed and said to him "careful.....god is watching" :grin:
Years back I was playing league 8-ball on an 8' Valley (sorry, no fancy gambling stuff here) ....
Len breaks and runs down to the 8, which has been sitting patiently in the jaws of a corner pocket. He has perfect shape, straight in about 12" away. For some reason he hits the 8 harder than his break
The 8 ball disapears in the pocket for a split second, slams into the bottom, jumps straight up about 12", and lands nicely back in the jaws of the pocket where it started.
I walk up and, without his balls to avoid, run down to the 8 ball, then pocket it with a gentle stop shot. :thumbup:
Leonard had left his chalk on the rail, and after I won he walks back to the table, rests his cue on the rail by his chalk, then whips the chalk off the table with his shaft. Bobby Hull would have been inpressed with his wrist-shot as that chalk cleared the 2 adjacent snooker tables lengthwise, and hit the wall about 10' up and broke into many pieces in a nice puff of blue
Please note that I have nothing but respect for Leonard, he knows a lot about pool and was a great competitor. He just hated losing, that's all.
Dave
Len breaks and runs down to the 8, which has been sitting patiently in the jaws of a corner pocket. He has perfect shape, straight in about 12" away. For some reason he hits the 8 harder than his break
The 8 ball disapears in the pocket for a split second, slams into the bottom, jumps straight up about 12", and lands nicely back in the jaws of the pocket where it started.I walk up and, without his balls to avoid, run down to the 8 ball, then pocket it with a gentle stop shot. :thumbup:
Leonard had left his chalk on the rail, and after I won he walks back to the table, rests his cue on the rail by his chalk, then whips the chalk off the table with his shaft. Bobby Hull would have been inpressed with his wrist-shot as that chalk cleared the 2 adjacent snooker tables lengthwise, and hit the wall about 10' up and broke into many pieces in a nice puff of blue
Please note that I have nothing but respect for Leonard, he knows a lot about pool and was a great competitor. He just hated losing, that's all.
Dave
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I've been playing league pool for about 2 years now. On the nights that my team isn't scheduled to play, I offer myself as a sub for other teams.
I've gotten good enough that I can play even with 2/3rd of the league (handicapped beginner-intermediate league) and hold my own (50/50 win/loss). So, I get invited back to play on a regular basis for a couple of teams.
One team's captain, let's call him Iago is very competitive and has a Napoleon complex. He's a SL 4. Two of his teammates are captains of their own successful APA team, SL 5 and SL 4. They're also his assistant coach, and back-up coach for his APA team, I kid you not.
Iago is a sore loser, and I heard stories from other people that he will not shake your hand after the match if he loses, or worse won't speak to you. He'll tell you that you didn't win, he lost because he wasn't playing well that night. After a couple of seasons subbing for Iago, I laugh off these stories because in person he is very nice. However on the table, he makes you want to choke the living sh*t out of him. Iago goes through APA team members on a frequent basis.
One night, I was subbing for another team and I drew Iago. It started out friendly, we're playing even and he wins the 8-ball portion of our match by one game (3-2). He tells me that I'm a better shotmaker, but I don't have his experience from playing 8-ball on bar tables, and he's been to Vegas for the APA finals. Who am I to argue with that logic?
In 9-ball I'm leading 3-1, and only need one game to win. He pumps his fist when he is able to hook me with one of his safeties. Using my Jedi mind tricks, I usually get out of them; Safeties? *waving my hand* Those aren't the Safeties you're hooking me for.
He complains to me that 9-ball is all luck, when my turn comes up I make the 9-ball on a combo ending game and finishing the match. He refused to shake my hand, or my offer to buy him a drink. I remind Iago that I've been a regular sub for his team, and there is no hard feelings. He gives me the Hand, and tells me its not a good time to socialize with him.
Iago has not asked me to sub for his team since that night.
I've gotten good enough that I can play even with 2/3rd of the league (handicapped beginner-intermediate league) and hold my own (50/50 win/loss). So, I get invited back to play on a regular basis for a couple of teams.
One team's captain, let's call him Iago is very competitive and has a Napoleon complex. He's a SL 4. Two of his teammates are captains of their own successful APA team, SL 5 and SL 4. They're also his assistant coach, and back-up coach for his APA team, I kid you not.
Iago is a sore loser, and I heard stories from other people that he will not shake your hand after the match if he loses, or worse won't speak to you. He'll tell you that you didn't win, he lost because he wasn't playing well that night. After a couple of seasons subbing for Iago, I laugh off these stories because in person he is very nice. However on the table, he makes you want to choke the living sh*t out of him. Iago goes through APA team members on a frequent basis.
One night, I was subbing for another team and I drew Iago. It started out friendly, we're playing even and he wins the 8-ball portion of our match by one game (3-2). He tells me that I'm a better shotmaker, but I don't have his experience from playing 8-ball on bar tables, and he's been to Vegas for the APA finals. Who am I to argue with that logic?
In 9-ball I'm leading 3-1, and only need one game to win. He pumps his fist when he is able to hook me with one of his safeties. Using my Jedi mind tricks, I usually get out of them; Safeties? *waving my hand* Those aren't the Safeties you're hooking me for.
He complains to me that 9-ball is all luck, when my turn comes up I make the 9-ball on a combo ending game and finishing the match. He refused to shake my hand, or my offer to buy him a drink. I remind Iago that I've been a regular sub for his team, and there is no hard feelings. He gives me the Hand, and tells me its not a good time to socialize with him.
Iago has not asked me to sub for his team since that night.
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I was playing 3 ball with a cowboy in Carbon Canyon, KS. We were playing for 2-bits (quarter) per game. That was a lot of money back then. I beat him 10 straight and he called it quits. He paid my cash, walked to the bar, drank a shot of whiskey with his eye, punched the bartender in the nose, then walked out and shot his horse. I got a bit worried when he came back in and said "Rack Em Pilgrim".
Dead Dude
Twenty plus years ago, I beat this guy at $100.00 per game of 8 ball on a bar box in his bar. He is down $300.00 and quits but doesn't pay off. Instead he sits back at the bar with his buddies and calls me a "hustler". No matter that a few weeks earlier, he broke me and my buddy in our bar for more than that. I walked up to him and said, "OK", you can get away with this BS in your bar, but don't ever come back to my bar, especially not alone!
Though he never did come back to my bar in Howell, Michigan (Duke's), his older brother along with another guy did come to my bar on a night when there was a lot of action on the table. The two never came near the table. Instead, they stayed sitting together in the furthest booth watching the action. I did not know either of them, but my buddy did recognize the one guy as the older brother of the guy who fired three $100.00 airballs and then challenged me afterward. I was curious to find out why the brother showed up in my bar in the first place, so I walked up to his booth and introduced myself, and then said, "I played your brother, "Terry" a couple of times, and by the way, how is he doing these days, we don't see him in here anymore"?
I was dumbfounded with his reply. He said, "Terry is dead". I said, "Terry dead", what happened? His brother replied, we don't know? He was murdered. His body was found on a railroad track. I do not know if the police ever solved the murder?
Twenty plus years ago, I beat this guy at $100.00 per game of 8 ball on a bar box in his bar. He is down $300.00 and quits but doesn't pay off. Instead he sits back at the bar with his buddies and calls me a "hustler". No matter that a few weeks earlier, he broke me and my buddy in our bar for more than that. I walked up to him and said, "OK", you can get away with this BS in your bar, but don't ever come back to my bar, especially not alone!
Though he never did come back to my bar in Howell, Michigan (Duke's), his older brother along with another guy did come to my bar on a night when there was a lot of action on the table. The two never came near the table. Instead, they stayed sitting together in the furthest booth watching the action. I did not know either of them, but my buddy did recognize the one guy as the older brother of the guy who fired three $100.00 airballs and then challenged me afterward. I was curious to find out why the brother showed up in my bar in the first place, so I walked up to his booth and introduced myself, and then said, "I played your brother, "Terry" a couple of times, and by the way, how is he doing these days, we don't see him in here anymore"?
I was dumbfounded with his reply. He said, "Terry is dead". I said, "Terry dead", what happened? His brother replied, we don't know? He was murdered. His body was found on a railroad track. I do not know if the police ever solved the murder?
what to do....
I once was playing sets with a guy for $20.00, after an hour or so im up $80.00 in the middle of the last set I told him win or loose I was going to have to elave as it was getting late. The guy gets fired up and starts to put up his cues.
His exact words were IM NOT GOING TO PAY. At this point im left with three options.
A. kick the ever living Sh*t out of him and hopefully teach him a lesson.
B. Grab one of his cues and try to make it out the door and give it back when I get payed.
C. Figure out how an intelligent person would handle the situation.
I choose C. I walked over to a bar stool, stood up on it and at the top of my lungs I yelled
HEY!!! I WANT EVERYONE IN HERE TO KNOW THAT THIS GUY RIGHT HERE IS A B$#CH, HE LOST AND NOW HE WONT COVER HIS BETS. DONT PLAY HIM HE WONT PAY YOU!!!
I got back down off the stool smiled at him and started to pack up my cues. The guy is steaming mad and pacing back and forth. My friends are asking me what happend and while im talking with them he is talking with his friends. Turns out even his friends agree with me that since we only set up individual sets he was in the wrong and that they were sure I would pay him if the shoe was on the other foot. They also assured him I would play him again next time if he payed but if he didnt nobody would play him.
Several minutes later he apologizes to me and hands me a wad of twentys that looked like it had been pressed into a ball in an angry fashion.
Ever since we havnt gambled again but he is always the first to come shake my hand and ask how things are going. Hes an alright guy but he had a ruff learning curve that night.
If you cant pay dont play!!!!
I once was playing sets with a guy for $20.00, after an hour or so im up $80.00 in the middle of the last set I told him win or loose I was going to have to elave as it was getting late. The guy gets fired up and starts to put up his cues.
His exact words were IM NOT GOING TO PAY. At this point im left with three options.
A. kick the ever living Sh*t out of him and hopefully teach him a lesson.
B. Grab one of his cues and try to make it out the door and give it back when I get payed.
C. Figure out how an intelligent person would handle the situation.
I choose C. I walked over to a bar stool, stood up on it and at the top of my lungs I yelled
HEY!!! I WANT EVERYONE IN HERE TO KNOW THAT THIS GUY RIGHT HERE IS A B$#CH, HE LOST AND NOW HE WONT COVER HIS BETS. DONT PLAY HIM HE WONT PAY YOU!!!
I got back down off the stool smiled at him and started to pack up my cues. The guy is steaming mad and pacing back and forth. My friends are asking me what happend and while im talking with them he is talking with his friends. Turns out even his friends agree with me that since we only set up individual sets he was in the wrong and that they were sure I would pay him if the shoe was on the other foot. They also assured him I would play him again next time if he payed but if he didnt nobody would play him.
Several minutes later he apologizes to me and hands me a wad of twentys that looked like it had been pressed into a ball in an angry fashion.
Ever since we havnt gambled again but he is always the first to come shake my hand and ask how things are going. Hes an alright guy but he had a ruff learning curve that night.
If you cant pay dont play!!!!
I got a funny one that made me laugh.
I'm in Fayetteville after returning from a tournament in Raleigh that David Carver won. We rode together to the tourney and I put him in it so it was a great car ride home since we got the cash. Then....
We get back to King Street and Dave gets high as a kite and is walking around like a zombie. He says come on Frost you got the 7out for $50/set. Well normally that wouldn't be enough to give him a good game but when he's high like that, I had the nuts. I beat him a few sets and he storms out of the place. I know he's near busted again cause his end of the tourney was about $325 and he just lost gambling and bought his meds. It's cold outside.
He comes back with no coat, no cue, and more money. I lost the set and told him to go buy his stuff back that he just pawned to someone. Well he gets mad that I quit even pretty much and starts talking loud and I'm laughin at him and he started to look woozy. Next thing I knew, he fell asleep, right at the pool table, half on it and half off semi standing up.
To this day it's the funniest thing I've ever seen in a pool room. Don't do drugs kids.
I'm in Fayetteville after returning from a tournament in Raleigh that David Carver won. We rode together to the tourney and I put him in it so it was a great car ride home since we got the cash. Then....
We get back to King Street and Dave gets high as a kite and is walking around like a zombie. He says come on Frost you got the 7out for $50/set. Well normally that wouldn't be enough to give him a good game but when he's high like that, I had the nuts. I beat him a few sets and he storms out of the place. I know he's near busted again cause his end of the tourney was about $325 and he just lost gambling and bought his meds. It's cold outside.
He comes back with no coat, no cue, and more money. I lost the set and told him to go buy his stuff back that he just pawned to someone. Well he gets mad that I quit even pretty much and starts talking loud and I'm laughin at him and he started to look woozy. Next thing I knew, he fell asleep, right at the pool table, half on it and half off semi standing up.
To this day it's the funniest thing I've ever seen in a pool room. Don't do drugs kids.
No more calls, we have a winner...
was at valley forge sbe three years ago when in the pro-venue an Italian player whose name escapes me at the moment, unhappy with his play, began violently, and I do mean violently, smashing his head into the top corner of the diamond table.
My buddy was interested in buying a Diamond and we had been to the Diamond booth just a half-hour before where they were demonstrating with a hammer just how tough these tables are. Apparently, this guy didn't attend.
It was a bloody mess. Someone actually brought him a t-shirt to wrap his head in. Then the medical folks came to take him away.
I believe he might qualify as one of the sorest losers.
Best,
Brian kc
was at valley forge sbe three years ago when in the pro-venue an Italian player whose name escapes me at the moment, unhappy with his play, began violently, and I do mean violently, smashing his head into the top corner of the diamond table.
My buddy was interested in buying a Diamond and we had been to the Diamond booth just a half-hour before where they were demonstrating with a hammer just how tough these tables are. Apparently, this guy didn't attend.
It was a bloody mess. Someone actually brought him a t-shirt to wrap his head in. Then the medical folks came to take him away.
I believe he might qualify as one of the sorest losers.
Best,
Brian kc
Walter's Wife was a Sore Loser
I just thought of another one. Several years ago, I played in a bowling league. I was making side bets involving my teammates and winning. Another one of the league players, Walter, took exception to this. He was mad because I was 'winning money and not doing anything.' They had a pool table at the bowling alley so he challenged me to play some pool for $20 a game. He challenged me, I didn't challenge him. He couldn't play pool for shit, I beat him about 8 times in a row, and he paid up and angrily stormed out of the building and quit. The next week when the bowling league started up again, his wife chewed me out for taking her husband's hard earned money and some shit about me being an asshole because I'm taking their money that they need to support their baby. I told her that if Walter had beaten me, she wouldn't be bitc_hing right now, but would be praising Walter for what a great guy he was and telling him how proud she was that he took my money.
I just thought of another one. Several years ago, I played in a bowling league. I was making side bets involving my teammates and winning. Another one of the league players, Walter, took exception to this. He was mad because I was 'winning money and not doing anything.' They had a pool table at the bowling alley so he challenged me to play some pool for $20 a game. He challenged me, I didn't challenge him. He couldn't play pool for shit, I beat him about 8 times in a row, and he paid up and angrily stormed out of the building and quit. The next week when the bowling league started up again, his wife chewed me out for taking her husband's hard earned money and some shit about me being an asshole because I'm taking their money that they need to support their baby. I told her that if Walter had beaten me, she wouldn't be bitc_hing right now, but would be praising Walter for what a great guy he was and telling him how proud she was that he took my money.
A really good player told me that he beat a guy out of a bunch of money in 9-ball, and the guy got so mad he punched himself in the jaw so hard that he knocked himself out. I don't know whether I believe that one but it was funny as hell picturing that happening.
Pete's Wife
This one's a little off topic, but it's pretty damn funny. My buddy Pete, an ex Navy guy that I used to play pool with regularly came to the pool room one night. He said he wife was really mad at him. He said that all he did was tell his wife that he was going to out and play pool that evening and that she got so angry that she broke his pool cue. He then casually mentioned that it was their anniversary and he couldn't understand why she was so upset at him.
This one's a little off topic, but it's pretty damn funny. My buddy Pete, an ex Navy guy that I used to play pool with regularly came to the pool room one night. He said he wife was really mad at him. He said that all he did was tell his wife that he was going to out and play pool that evening and that she got so angry that she broke his pool cue. He then casually mentioned that it was their anniversary and he couldn't understand why she was so upset at him.
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Wholly crap, funny stories! I've only seen a couple smashed sticks.
was at valley forge sbe three years ago when in the pro-venue an Italian player whose name escapes me at the moment, unhappy with his play, began violently, and I do mean violently, smashing his head into the top corner of the diamond table.
My buddy was interested in buying a Diamond and we had been to the Diamond booth just a half-hour before where they were demonstrating with a hammer just how tough these tables are. Apparently, this guy didn't attend.
It was a bloody mess. Someone actually brought him a t-shirt to wrap his head in. Then the medical folks came to take him away.
I believe he might qualify as one of the sorest losers.
Best,
Brian kc
I'm pretty sure that you're thinking of Fabio Petroni, and yeah, what a mess!
I have had an opponent fake a heart attack to get out of a set he had no chance to win...Down 10-6 in a race to 11, my break, his left shoulder starts hurting. He left to go to the hospital, acting like he might die any minute...
He was back the next night, wanting to play some more, on the condition that the set from last night didn't count....because after all, he almost died.
I'm pretty sure that you're thinking of Fabio Petroni, and yeah, what a mess!
I have had an opponent fake a heart attack to get out of a set he had no chance to win...Down 10-6 in a race to 11, my break, his left shoulder starts hurting. He left to go to the hospital, acting like he might die any minute...
He was back the next night, wanting to play some more, on the condition that the set from last night didn't count....because after all, he almost died.
another reason you make 'em post........ya never know what will happen!!!
That is brilliant! I wish I'd have thought of that when guys shot air barrels at me. Back when I gambled a lot, I would have picked option A. or B. and never considered option C.
I'm pretty sure that you're thinking of Fabio Petroni, and yeah, what a mess!
I have had an opponent fake a heart attack to get out of a set he had no chance to win...Down 10-6 in a race to 11, my break, his left shoulder starts hurting. He left to go to the hospital, acting like he might die any minute...
He was back the next night, wanting to play some more, on the condition that the set from last night didn't count....because after all, he almost died.
You played Redd Foxx? :rotflmao1: