Not the most I ever won, but I beat the owner of a Gulfport, MS poolroom out of all his and his buddies’ money in his brother’s bar in Biloxi one night.In 1968, at a short lived room at 14th & H in Washington, I once beat a complete stranger out of a hundred bucks, but he was playing on ass and promised he'd be back the next night with the money. I had little choice but to believe him, and miracle of miracles, he actually kept his word.
Only instead of the $100, he paid off with a bag of 70 silver dollars. None of them were rare, but still, when I took them to a coin dealer, he gave me about $130. Not as good as a Tad cue, which I got a few years later to pay off a $50 debt, but still better than nothing.
He went in the room behind the bar and came back with a small brown paper bag full of jewelry and tried to get me to buy some or play for some of it.
I told him I was no jeweler and I only played for cash.
He somehow borrowed some more money from somebody and I beat him out of that, too.
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