What's the most interesting sore loser stories you've witnessed?

Was playing in a dive bar once that was known for a bit of small action on the bar box they had. Nothing huge, 10-20 a game, maybe $50 sets once in a while, whatever.

Anyways, I beat this guy a few games and he told me to go poop in my hat, at which point 3 guys got off their bar stools and basically took the money that he owed me and handed it to me and told him to leave. As he was leaving, I admit I did throw him a little smile out the side window and he got so mad he threw his entire cue case at me. It smashed the window and came sailing into the bar. I immediately packed my cue up, grabbed both my case and his case and tossed it in the woman's bathroom and waited for the cops to show up while I was leaning on a house cue.

They got him for breaking the window cause he was dumb enough to stick around and accuse me of "stealing" the cue he chucked at me.

My response ... "What cue officer? Pretty sure he threw a rock in here".
 
How about sore winners????

To not make myself seem like I always win....

I was at a rough bar here in town. (Stacy's) It was my birthday and I had consumed some alchol. I was eager to get into action with the local APA players. I finnaly have someone else find me a game with one of the house's best. I walk over and the guys friend is already shooting his mouth off about we only play big, a houndred a game he says. Calling his bluff I slide off a houndred from my wad (in my pocket) pull it out and show it to them and say that would be fine with me.

The guy that is actually going to be shooting jumps in and says we'll start at twenty a game. I loose the first one. On the second one I am testing the guy a little bit I leave him a tough long rail bank thanks to the fact that they ONLY play APA rules he gets lucky and sh&ts it in...

Im out 40 being frustrated with the rules I want to up the bet and set up a race. He not so kindly tells me no!!!

He says he will play me tomorrow 50 a set, I say that would be fine and without much addo leave him and his cronies to their table. I go to my table and begin to run out when given the oppertunity. His friends start an argument with mine saying im a hustler and im not welcome. They go so far as to say that I dont have any friends here and I need to leave. I gather up the 10 friends or so that I have and ask them if Its true. Them being regulars they said no its fine but I need to watch my mouth and not be rude to this group or there will be toruble. I do as im told. 2' o clock rolls around and the drunk bunch starts off again about how I better not go outside and im gunna get it etc etc etc. I kindly go over and ask if there is a problem the one instegater imediatly jumps in my face. Yah there is a problem YOU. I ask what it is that I did he replys your to cocky. I said look I didnt do anything I played I lost I left thats how it works.

His friends pull him away and say to leave it alone I said no problem but I dont want to have any problems. They agree. On the way out the guy starts giving me and my Muscle for the night (im a little guy) bad looks. My muscle starts to get annoyed especially since Iv been holding him at bay all night. He finnaly has to say it. Boy hes a fiesty little guy. Everyone kinda laughs and here comes the instegater. What did you say. Where you from Im coming for you....

My friend says well im right here, again the other group comes over and starts off again. Dont go outside or else..... At this point Iv had it. I gather up my other friends that they dont know are there with me and gather up the regulars that know me and I walk strait to the door waiting on the other group.

The manager and door guy look like there about to pee there pants and beg me not to do this. I said I wasnt going to do anything. Once outside I wait. As soon as the other group gets there I say my piece.

Look, I didnt do anything I lost I payed I left. I never said or instegated anything. I want action I love to gamble let it be. Dont threaten me dont mess with me. I have no problems with anyone here. All these people know me and will jump in for me but it isnt worth it so im gunna leave now and your gunna let me. I wont be back have the forty bucks its not worth the trouble to come back to this.

After that I left swiftly and havnt been back as promised. They can have there pool Olympics and never get anywhere except in jail or rehab.

That night I had a ruff night on the learning curve. Never gamble in bad bars without a way out.:sorry:
 
CrossSideLarry said:
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?
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Congratulations, you are now a "person of interest". :wink:

Aaron
 
Kickin' Chicken said:
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. :eek:

Best,
Brian kc
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I remember that one. And i think it was fabio petroni. Funny stuff though
 
Well this one is not pool related but my brother lost a Bowling tournament by missing the 10 pin. If he had made it he would have gone to the final match where he would have been guaranteed $2000. Instead he missed. He promptly walks out of the bowling alley in his bowling shoes and throws a $250 bowling ball down the highway. As far as we know it's still rolling. haha. Yeah some people just have bad tempers and hate losing. Not a good combination.
 
KoolKat9Lives said:
What's the most interesting sore loser stories you've witnessed?
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I think both men have now passed away, but I took my buddy Jerry Chapel who played very well to The Billiard Den on Sunset where we ran into Cuban Joe. This was back in the 1970's. Jerry played Joe for a couple of sets for a few hundred.

Jerry was ahead and during the middle of the second set, Joe pulled a .38 from his cue case and flashed the butt at us with a little smile.

Jerry won - Joe paid off and left, but he had me wondering if it was a move or what. Despite this, I didn't think Joe would actually shoot us. I knew him casually and never thought he was a dangerous guy.

Chris
 
TATE said:
I think both men have now passed away, but I took my buddy Jerry Chapel who played very well to The Billiard Den on Sunset where we ran into Cuban Joe. This was back in the 1970's. Jerry played Joe for a couple of sets for a few hundred.

Jerry was ahead and during the middle of the second set, Joe pulled a .38 from his cue case and flashed the butt at us with a little smile.

Jerry won - Joe paid off and left, but he had me wondering if it was a move or what. Despite this, I didn't think Joe would actually shoot us. I knew him casually and never thought he was a dangerous guy.

Chris
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Good thing you guys didn't play him one pocket. I'm surprised he even played nine ball with Jerry. The gun thing was just put you guys on edge. He actually was a mellow fellow.
 
seen plenty of sore losers, but this one takes the cake.

Played in a 8 ball friday night weekly tourney here in New Orleans, Pre-Katrina. Usually did very well, but somehow never got any respect for my game. I lose my first match, but make it all the way back to the semis of the loser's bracket - 3rd place race. Tourney only pays 1st, 2nd, & 3rd.
The guy I am playing is a hothead, and he believes his game is the best. Well, he breaks dry, and I have an easy open table which I run out to win the game and match - only a one game race in loser's bracket. He is so unhappy that he doesn't shake my hand, but continues to break his cue on the table and throw it in the trash. It was a nice plain gilbert 6 pointer. Well, I finish 2nd that night and take home around $200 - first takes $300 - not even close to what his Gilbert was worth. Everybody thought he was an idiot, and he just proved us all correct with his actions. What a waste of a very nice cue. Maybe people should be licensed to own a nice cue, so it can be guaranteed that they know how to treat it.
I wanted to pull it out of the trash, but my wife wouldn't let me - too much drama, so somebody else pulled it out, but it was well beyond fixing, just like his attitude.

Michael
 
8 ball league night in the bar and my team mate scratches. in a fit of anger :angry: he grabs the cueball and whips it on to the bed of the table so hard it bounces up and hits the opponent in the nose, blood everywhere!
 
Me and a friend were in a poolroom close to here. The owner was staking a guy to play my buddy, Scott, with the seven and eight. Scott was killing him. He was up about $500 and Scott came over to me and was joking around. Well, the owner comes outta the bathroom and hears it. So, he turns to me and starts to get shitty with me about playing. Long story short, he quits staking the guy and plays me three sets for $500. I won all three. Holy shit, he storms outside and fires up his truck and drives it straight into his own poolroom. Brick went everywhere, but I didn't dare laugh. We just left.

I've seen many cues thrown like spears and many cues shattered. Still doesn't hold a candle to that night. Not even close.
 
dabarbr said:
Good thing you guys didn't play him one pocket. I'm surprised he even played nine ball with Jerry. The gun thing was just put you guys on edge. He actually was a mellow fellow.
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Joe was so used to laying down and robbing people in that place, he probably thought we couldn't play. Jerry was a good straight pool player and a reasonable 9 ball player, but was completely unknown at that time - this was before he started playing in tournaments. I started taking him around and he beat most players we ran into except Hawaiian Brian - Brian was just too good.

Chris
 
I was playing in a bar in Lawton Ok, back in the 70's. I beat this cowboy out of 240.00 and he got mad and went to the bathroom. While he was gone his wife tells me that was food money and she really needed it for the baby and all. I had won quite a bit the week before so I give it to her and tell her not to tell him. just to use it as she needed. He came out as I was talking to her and ask what we were talking about and I told him. He got so mad he slapped the sh-t out of her and it made me mad and I knocked the sh-t out of him with the house cue. I left with him on the floor and her saying she was going to divorce him. Don't know what happened after that but she needed to divorce that sob.
 
$20 a game sore loser

My friend Mark and I were traveling around Chicago (70's) and stopped in at a bar that stayed open all night. It usually had some decent action late and that night there was $20 8 ball on the one table it had. Mark wasn't too strong a player, but he put up his two bits to challenge the winner. The only thing wrong with this picture was the men's room was about ten feet from where we're sitting and the piss water was running out the door and all around our feet. The players were walking in a small pond around the table like it's no big deal since they're gambling.

Well there was only one winner and we watched the guy win about 5-7 games in a row. I knew Mark didn't have a chance, but I didn't feel like swimming in toilet water that night to try and beat this guy. So the guy breaks dry :wink: and Mark proceeds to rearrange the table on each shot as he runs out, very ugly. About halfway through the run this guy started bit**ing and whining about how lucky Mark was and he shot like $hit. Mark just let it go on and didn't say a word. He just broke the next rack and calmly waded around the yellow swamp slopping in balls. It's his night and he knew it.

By this time all the guy needs is pom-poms sitting at the bar. Mark is still ignoring him so the guy got off his stool and waded up to Mark as he was bent over on a shot. He's talking in his ear and Mark asked him to go away. Mark got up and moved to his next shot with this guy getting in his way and giving Mark a hard time. He bent over again to shoot and this guy got down by Mark's face again and was talking $hit in his ear. Mark stood up and jabbed this guy square in the face. The guy went down like a box of rox. Mark got back down, made the shot and stepped over him as he moved to the next shot. The guy got back up rubber legged and soaking wet and started in on Mark again as he bent over on the next shot. Mark stood up again and popped this guy so hard it lifted him off his feet and knocked him back towards the bar. He hit the the floor on his a$$ and slid about 5 feet between 2 bar stools, sitting up, knocked out, leaning back against the bar. Just like in the movies except for the turd water. I should have splashed some on his face to wake him up.:grin:

We got out of there quick. I went back a year later and saw the same guy. He had a crooked nose. I wonder why. Definitely a poor loser.
 
A very long time ago, I once played profressional player who was just past his prime (who is no longer alive). He had been demanding and even pleading with me to play him a $200 set of one pocket, racing to 4 giving me 9-7. At that time, I couldn't spell one pocket but I was a quick study. After about 3 months of taking beatings and giving one occasionally, I finally decided that I had a chance to beat the aging pro. When we started the aging pro was not drinking....Afterwards, it was an entirely different story.

We played and I won easier than I thought I should have won and after the match the aging pro, cursed me for "stealing" his money. He ranted and raved for at least 10 minutes and I thought he was going to have a heart attack on the spot but he cooled down and began drinking heavily, very heavily.

I saw him the next day around noon-time and he was drunker than Cooter Brown. He was leaving the poolroom after 14 hours of heavy drinking. I walked in the pool room and a few minutes later he walked out, almost tearing his arm off as he slammed into one of the two heavy safety glass doors of which one was bolted shut. The non-moving door made a thunderous noise as he crashed into it with his right shoulder and stumbled outside. I walked outside to see where he was going and as I stepped through the door, I saw that he was fumbling for his keys to his car. I was the only person there except for the bartender and in good conscience, I couldn't let him be, regardless of how he had spoke to me. After a few questions and half answers I realized that he was determined to go home and he wanted to drive. I explained to him that he was drunker than any walking man I had ever seen and that it was likely that he would KILL SOMEONE ELSE besides himself. That sobered him up for a moment and I asked him for the keys. He slowly handed them over to me as I was asking for his address. I got him home safely after a 20 minute ride and I saw him about two weeks later in the pool room and he couldn't wait to openly apologize to me for his poor behavior when we were gambling. I've always known that some people let their emotions get the best of them in highly charged situations but that doesn't make them bad people, it just means that they lost control for a while. At least he had the good sense to give me the keys. There's some good in almost everyone.

JoeyA
 
I'm so glad I live over here. The worst sore losers I've ever seen have only put on a sour puss. I think if I had to deal with a lot of the personalities from back home I'd probably quit pool altogether.
MULLY
 
A friend was playing 9-ball on a phoney tough Gandy table with drop pockets. If you were on the rail and 1 1/2 or 2 diamonds from the corner pocket, you couldn't hit it with speed or the pocket just spit the ball out. So you couldn't get position if you had to hit it hard and draw the ball back or bounce it across table w/speed. I hope you get the idea.

It's hill hill for some decent amount and my friend had to hit it medium hard to get the cueball where it needed to be. The pocket rejected what looked like a perfectly executed stroke. He lost, and was PO'd big time.

After paying, he went around the table and tried to pull out all of the drop pockets and throw them as far as he could. He only could get 3 or 4 out before storming out of the pool room. A few moments later he came back in because he forgot his cue, but before he left, he pulled out one more pocket and threw it without saying a word. He then left in a huff.

It was hilarious! (to us, not him).

Dave
 
You're asking for the longest thread in AZB history. In fact, this needs a forum all it's own.
 
The worst one was when I beat a guy and he went outside and ran head first into a wall, knocking himself out. The long version of this story is in my book. One that isn't, is when I played a local millionaire some $20 One Pocket years ago. He was a decent player but had a temper problem that affected his game. I viewed it as a friendly game. I mean what could $20 mean to a very rich man.

How wrong I was. After I got him stuck and steaming, he finally quit eight games loser. He owed me $160. Not that much, but I did want to get paid. I would have paid him had he won. He fussed around with his cue and wasn't talking to me or even looking at me. I waited patiently for him to look up and he finally did. The first words out of his mouth were, "Are you going to pay the time?" Sure I said and went to the front counter.

After I paid the time, the guy walks up to me and quietly sneaks me a few bills. He whispers, "I'm a little short. Can I pay you later?" I look down and count out $120. I look him dead in the eye, "B--, if I had lost you would get paid and you know it. So what's this crap." He is both embarrassed and mad now, and I don't really give a shit. I felt like it was such a chicken shit move, from a guy who is worth many millions. I might not run into him again for months or years. I was just very aggravated with his cheapness.

Now he is steamed at me again, but I don't care. If he intends to stiff me for a stinking $40, I'm not going to smile and take it. He is acting all hurt and upset and I just stand my ground. Finally he says, "Okay, I'll get it." And he walks outside to his car. He returns in a few minutes with four rolls of quarters. He says, "If you need it so bad here's my laundry money." I took it and didn't thank him. Now he storms out the door.

All of sudden everyone starts congratulating me. Seems he's done this to other people and is not the most popular guy in the joint. The bartender immediately tells me he'll take the quarters and he gives me two twenties. I've only seen the guy once since this happened and he acted like nothing ever happened. Then he tells me a story about some million dollar real estate score he made. Probably trying to make me feel bad. No sale!
 
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When I was a young lad and not experienced at all I played a guy named Filipino Joey at Cue Ball in Whittier, for $2.50/game. Thinking back now I think it WAS the first time I gambled with anyone especially an adult and not someone my age. Well I end up winning $37.50 (don't ask, maybe that's all he had) which is 1.5 times around the table with the coin before he pulls up and unscrews his cue.

He then took the wooden rack in his hands and broke into itty-bitty pieces while standing at the foot of the table. At that point I excused myself to wash my hands in the restroom to contemplate my next move since I hadn't been paid yet.

He comes into the restroom not 15 seconds after I arrive and stands right next to me.........money in hand. He then shakes my hand and says "good game, I was just mad at myself" explaining away the rack breaking episode. For a moment I thought I was going to be just like the rack since he was known to know martial arts and could jump kick someone's hat off of their head without a problem.
 
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