What's the worst move you have ever seen?

There is a pool room owner here in town that will either a) charge for for time if he loses or b) stay open only long enough for him to get even.

He doesn't play too often anymore but in his younger days this was his way of dealing with losing. Guess he earned the position a little by owning a pool room but it's still a pretty raw deal.
 
I've posted this before. At a league team tournament one of the team members was sitting by a window. He was flashing the sun off his watch crystal into the eyes of the other team's players during the final stroke of critical shots.
 
Just a league match, but every time I got down to the 8 or 9 (playing 9 ball) My opponent would get up and take a couple of steps toward the table jingling his quarters for the next rack. I made extra sure to make every shot. :)
 
bumpypickle said:
So I've seen some basic moves pulled during some gambling matches but nothing that crazy. Talking, wiggling, standing at the table, playing bad music, grabbing the $ off the light and running out the door, etc. What are some of the more creative moves you have seen and what were they playing for. If you can say who then do tell.
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If you grew up playing in any of the big city downtown pool rooms (Los Angeles for me) you have probably seen them all. Timing is everything on some of the moves. A very well known player will set the chalk down right in your line of sight when your ready to pull the trigger on your one pocket break. He has also "accidentally" bumped his cue and had it fall down when you are on a critical shot. He's been doing it so long it is 2nd nature to him now. I have mentioned this one before. I was going to play Veracruz a set of 9 ball at 4th & Main in LA. We put the $$ up & I went to the bathroom. When I got back he had switched the cue ball to the big bar ball. They all said it was the same ball I had been practicing with. I was by myself and it was either play or forfeit the $$. I played & lost the set, took the heat and played another with the right cue ball & got even. Never went back there again by myself. John Henderson
 
I was playing a guy at HardTimes once and as I got down on a shot with him in my line of sight he starts waving his cue in his hand. I let it go and decided to wait and see if he did it again. Sure enough, the next time I got down on a ball with him in my line of sight he starts waving his cue again, so I stood up and told him to stop doing that. He acted surprised, said he didn't know that he was doing it, and then proceeded to walk halfway across the room and stand there until I was through shooting!
 
Algon George ( a steer horse in K.C.,MO)
He was on the road in a bar ready to shoot the money ball and the guy shoot the ball off the table with his gun. Al looked up and said " Is that a giveme"
 
jrhendy said:
If you grew up playing in any of the big city downtown pool rooms (Los Angeles for me) you have probably seen them all. Timing is everything on some of the moves. A very well known player will set the chalk down right in your line of sight when your ready to pull the trigger on your one pocket break. He has also "accidentally" bumped his cue and had it fall down when you are on a critical shot. He's been doing it so long it is 2nd nature to him now. I have mentioned this one before. I was going to play Veracruz a set of 9 ball at 4th & Main in LA. We put the $$ up & I went to the bathroom. When I got back he had switched the cue ball to the big bar ball. They all said it was the same ball I had been practicing with. I was by myself and it was either play or forfeit the $$. I played & lost the set, took the heat and played another with the right cue ball & got even. Never went back there again by myself. John Henderson
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John, you put the money on the light and then went to the bathroom in that joint? You know what they day about walking into a joint and you can't see who the mark is?
 
Shove it! Shove it!

I was living in Dallas in the mid 70's and played at the "8 Ball", a 24x7 room on Lemmon Ave. I had become a regular B+ player there and friends with the guy that ran the place and his 2 brothers, so my back was pretty much covered. Rusty, an ex-con with no neck and some serious karate skills, would steer me away from the road players and locals I couldn't beat. The bar was in the center of the place with a half-door opening into the back room tables. It could be a pretty rough place at times so I usually played the big tables in the front or played on the table in the back closest to the half-door. A few brawls erupted over the years in the back room and would sometimes end with a couple well placed .380 rounds fired from the half-door of the bar by Rusty to the steel exit door at the back of the room, so I never really cared to venture deep into that jungle for action.

Anyway, I am playing this guy on that closest table in the back room and had lost 2 games and paidup $10 after each game to this guy sporting a wild Afro, before I won my first game. He finished racking the balls and walks back over to where I was standing on the break end and says "break-em". I told him I am just waiting to settle up and he immediately took the butt end of his house cue instantly and pinnned me up against the wall on my tip toes with the butt shoved up against my throat and adams apple to where I could barely breathe, in a launching stance ready to full force it into my larynx and starts demanding my wallet. Before I could even react, I here "Shove it! Shove it!" and while I couldn't really turn my head I looked over and to the half-door and there was Rusty holding his 380 pointed right at the guys temple from about 4 foot away. Slowly the guy eases the butt from my throat and Rusty says "Damnit man, I told you to shove it..%$##$$ I want to see your brains spray across the room! So now you've got 5 seconds to make make it out that exit before I shoot your ass! One.. "

The guy dropped the cue and was outta of there like his ass was on fire!
I still didn't get my $10, but the show was worth $50. When I told Rusty thanks for catching my back.. his response was " F*** you man, I wanted him to shove it so I could see his brain matter."
 
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Goose or Goose Jr?

PIRANHA said:
Benny Conway,
The guy says,"that was a bad hit". Benny said "I've got a gun"
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I never met Goose Sr., but met Jr.. I can't see Junior saying that, so you must be talking about his dad. Junior is a riot.
 
We were in Fort Smith, Arkansas and Bartram was playing John Gabriel (from Tulsa) an 8 ahead set of 9 ball. John had Chris stuck 6 or 7 a couple of times and Chris found a good spot to break from and got it back to even. John seen he wasn't going to like it from there and wanted to switch tables. Chris refused to switch tables and after a few minutes John decided to continue. The first time John broke after that, he broke from the head spot with the butt end of the cue elevated, hit the one and jumped the cue ball into the table light. Glass all over the table!! He immediately said something like "Well I guess we'll have to play on another table..." Chris came right back with something like "Well, I guess we'll have to clean this table off cause I'm not moving..." After some tush hogging from our side they cleaned the table off and Chris beat him with a quickness.

Saw
 
try this one, i'm about to shoot and the guy comes up next to me sneezes just as hes about to say something and right when i shoot.
 
These are all perfect examples of why i dont travel to play people. When i play a road player i only play if they will post with me or someone i know.
 
At family billiards in clearwater fl. this regular named rick was playing somebody, and rick lost. The guy that beat him asked rick where the money was, and rick said i dont have any money, so the guy asked rick... why did you play with out any money, and rick said... " WELL I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA WIN" i love that classic stuff.
 
I also enjoyed kentucky jims one pocket steal a ball move. He would reach his hand in his opponents pocket to see how many he had, then he would palm a ball and place it in his own pocket while it seemed he was just checking to see how many he had also. lol!
 
how about the one where player DM beats player RW. i mean just tortures him and then won't play the same game again. thats a great move. hahah :D
 
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bumpypickle said:
So I've seen some basic moves pulled during some gambling matches but nothing that crazy. Talking, wiggling, standing at the table, playing bad music, grabbing the $ off the light and running out the door, etc. What are some of the more creative moves you have seen and what were they playing for. If you can say who then do tell.
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During a tournament in a Bar one player paid a very Heavy ladie to drop her pants and spraed her butt checks facing the table during the final match while one of the players was shooting. Dude it was funny to see the reactions of the players, but man it was also pretty gross, because this chick was Hugh, and her butt crack looked like the Grand Canyon!!!!!!:eek:
 
bumpypickle said:
So I've seen some basic moves pulled during some gambling matches but nothing that crazy. Talking, wiggling, standing at the table, playing bad music, grabbing the $ off the light and running out the door, etc. What are some of the more creative moves you have seen and what were they playing for. If you can say who then do tell.
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Hi bumpy (or should I call you "super draw man") Good post,lots of good
input. My story is brief. 1970's in Las Cruces, N.M. I am solo and have the home town (and the rail) stuck pretty good playing the
home town champion. Somebody calls Bobby
Madrid and he drives up from El Paso. We knew each other but racked
'em up and got it on anyway. I was getting a little the best of it when I
heard one of the big loser railbirds say, "Yeah he plays good, but he ain't
bulletproof. This was not music to my ears.
 
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There was this one guy who I would not say was model material, he was on the heavy, hairy, sweaty side. In any case, whenever I was sufficiently up during a set he would, quite deliberately, develop a bad case of plumber's crack. I'm not gonna lie, I was disgusted and lost the set, essentially the fear of his fat ass made me choke, and the laughs of onlookers made it difficult to concentrate. Afterwards I couldn't help but note the element of psychological warfare this otherwise dense fellow was able to come up with.
 
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