If it really turned you off as you say it did, then why did you keep on doing it (back in your young bar hopping days)....???
Come on man, get real.. the fact of the matter is you enjoyed getting the easy money.
And there was absolutely nothing 'wrong' with getting that easy money as long as you weren't cheating and you played on the square.
Did you give any of it back with grief filled apologies for being so good at pool shooting...???
That kind of stuff reminds me of when old George Bush sent back all those checks for tax cuts and my ditzy brother-in-law whined about it 'wrecking the country's economy'.............but he didn't send the check back to the government. He spent every dime.
Sorry pardner, I'm not buying into it . (but as always, what you choose to do personally is something for me not to preach about it. Just making an opinion and nothing more)
Keep on truckin' :thumbup:
Let me clarify my stance for you . Back then every one gambled. You could not go in a bar and he it quarters up on a table and challenge the winner without agreeing to play for something. You were lucky if you got the guy holding the table to agree to play for just a beer. Minimum was usually 5.00.
I just liked to go have a few beers and play some pool. In order to play on a table that was being played on you more or less had to agree to play for what the person holding the table wanted to play for. A lot of times when i won the table the challenger would ask what I was playing for and I would say for the heck of it. Then I would start hearing the song and dance that we gotta play for something ....just to make it interesting. Sometimes I agreed and sometimes I stood my ground about playing for nothing since the unwritten rule was winner sets the rules .
The scenario I described in my earlier post happened numerous times ...of course the amount varied but the conversation was always along the line I described.
Below is a perfect example.
One Friday when getting off work a co worker asked for a ride home and I agreed to give him one. On the way he mentioned he did not know what to do that night cause his girlfriend was outa town I mentioned mine was also. He suggested we go out and have a few beers and I agreed. We went to his favorite hangout which was a hole in the wall bar with 2 pool tables. 2 guys were playing on one and 2 couples were playing on the other. I go up and set a couple of quarters on the table the guys are playing on. One says that they are playing for 5.00 a game. I take my quarters back off cause being the nit I am I did not want to play for 5.00 when I had not shot pool in 6 months and the one guy was beating all comers. I knew it would be a waste of time and money. So I am sitting at the bar drinking and watching the matches while my buddy is trying to score with a bar fly. After a few beers I cant stand sitting there listening to my buddy and I really want to play some pool so i said the heck with it and put quarters up a second time.
When it got my turn sure enough I lost to the guy who had been holding the table since I walked in. I put quarters up again and waited my turn . This time I won . Well I won a few more and it got back to the first guy again who had been winning all night. By this time it was his me and him as every one else had quit challenging.
While shooting I had a couple more beers and had really loosened up. My opponent had quit drinking. After a while he wanted to go to 10.00 a game and I said I was comfortable with 5.00 . He kept whining so i agreed to go to 10.00.
Sure enough ...later on he wanted to go to 20.00. We had the same conversation as before. I was happy playing for 10.00. Again after some whining I relented.
I know its hard for some to believe but I was feeling just right and almost in a trance just pocketing balls winning 3 out of 4matches it seemed like and had no idea how many we had played. The alcohol was doing its job of keeping me loose but confident.
He paid for tge match he just lost ...turned around looking at my buddy who was sitting at a table now with that barfly and yelled...joe ...wtf you bringing a hustler into my place for?. My buddy says...a hustler ? He aint no hustler...he works with me. I am feeling a bad vibe and slowly start backing for the door. This guy ..who I now realize is the BA owner says....i know a fvckin hustler when i see one and this guy is a damn hustler. He then say...i thought we were friends and you bring this damn hustler into my place. He then picks up the cue he was playing with and says...both of yall get the hell outa my bar and don't ever come back.
By that time i already had one foot out the door and looked back and saw my buddy hightailing it toward me.
Once we got in the car he asks me. Are you a hustler ? I said heck no. I told him I had not shot a ball in 6 months. He said..you must be good cause nobody around here beats him. He then said he had been going to that bar for 7 years and could not believe he was barred from ever going back.
Now like I said.. This guy had quit drinking while playing me. I was not drunk but definitely felt good.
Situations like above did not happen a whole lot but often enough to make me leery of who I played and real drunk people were a definite no .
So you see...back then you basically had to play for something if you wanted to shoot some pool.
Another thing about gambling. I know 2 guys and am pretty friendly with them and they like to gamble. Actually they both were pretty friendly with each other also and had matched up several times with no problems.
Well.the last time there was a problem and it led to a pretty rough fight between them. Gambling just leads to too much drama for me.