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Your Most Embarrassing Poolroom Experience?
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Great thread, I wish I had one to share
Great thread, I wish I had one to share
In my 5-6 years of playing I did all kinds of stupid things one can imagine. I'll share a few of my own and also some situations which happened to others:
1. My first attempt at a running shot (what the world here knows as the "ram shot"). I ran a few steps, swinging my cue like a spear. I hit the cue ball head on, smashing it into a cluster. Result: four balls flying off the table, my friends jumping around to catch them, and none of them was the CB. Even after years of practice and numerous attempts, I still think it was the most powerful shot I ever performed.
2. Same bar, different day. I blast away, CB jumps off the table and hits an older man playing at the other table in the leg. I was so embarrassed and I apologised, he just made a quick joke and told me to be more careful.
3. Same table. Again. We had the key, could do whatever we wanted. My friend announces he's going to fire the CB at his maximum power after positioning a random OB a couple of inches away from the pocket. After the initial bang, we heard another, more disturbing sound. We looked at the ball return system and it never came back. We looked deeper, only to find it behind the return, actually "inside" the table. I don't wanna know how it ended up there.
4. In the other bar, around a month ago, a friend leaned down, took her time measuring the angle and shot at an OB at our amazement. What's so special there? Well, instead of CB she used the green solid. I nearly choked laughing. We just continued the game from there like nothing happened.
5. Once I was shooting at full power, the CB bounced off the side rail and hit me in the groin (luckily it already lost most of the speed...). Another time the same thing happened, but that time I nearly smashed another guy's jewels.
1. My first attempt at a running shot (what the world here knows as the "ram shot"). I ran a few steps, swinging my cue like a spear. I hit the cue ball head on, smashing it into a cluster. Result: four balls flying off the table, my friends jumping around to catch them, and none of them was the CB. Even after years of practice and numerous attempts, I still think it was the most powerful shot I ever performed.
2. Same bar, different day. I blast away, CB jumps off the table and hits an older man playing at the other table in the leg. I was so embarrassed and I apologised, he just made a quick joke and told me to be more careful.
3. Same table. Again. We had the key, could do whatever we wanted. My friend announces he's going to fire the CB at his maximum power after positioning a random OB a couple of inches away from the pocket. After the initial bang, we heard another, more disturbing sound. We looked at the ball return system and it never came back. We looked deeper, only to find it behind the return, actually "inside" the table. I don't wanna know how it ended up there.
4. In the other bar, around a month ago, a friend leaned down, took her time measuring the angle and shot at an OB at our amazement. What's so special there? Well, instead of CB she used the green solid. I nearly choked laughing. We just continued the game from there like nothing happened.
5. Once I was shooting at full power, the CB bounced off the side rail and hit me in the groin (luckily it already lost most of the speed...). Another time the same thing happened, but that time I nearly smashed another guy's jewels.
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Where's your story! I know you have one.
Not the bike shorts, we already know about that.
Some great stuff here.
Once, when I was working in a pool hall, I had to respond to a complaint from a female patron about unsavoury goings-on in the women's washroom. What I discovered was a really large transexual en flagrante in a bathroom stall, having his way with a very enthused older lady.
I ended up dragging them both out bodily, and there were all sorts of drugs and other interesting things falling on the floor. Just another Saturday night in the pool hall...
Once, when I was working in a pool hall, I had to respond to a complaint from a female patron about unsavoury goings-on in the women's washroom. What I discovered was a really large transexual en flagrante in a bathroom stall, having his way with a very enthused older lady.
I ended up dragging them both out bodily, and there were all sorts of drugs and other interesting things falling on the floor. Just another Saturday night in the pool hall...
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Shoebat
The very first tournament match I ever, ever won.... I don't think I really "won" it.
It was just a 9b race to 4. I was an F player, IF i even ranked on any scale... I vaguely knew the rules, but not really- just the week or so before I was super pissed- i'd eased a ball so softly towards the pocket that it hung without touching anything, and my opponent had the Absolute GALL to declare bih because i hadn't touched a rail. What did he need bih for- the ball was hung in the pocket for him!
Anyway I sucked.
So this first match I ever won, the opponent kept looking at me strangely. I just smiled and continued trying to fly the 9. Eventually I got lucky enough to call a 4 game win. Told the tourney director. He looked at me funny, but was busy and just wrote it down.
I went to the bathroom. Looked in the mirror. My nose was blue- covered thick and all around in blue. It looked as though I'd deliberately and thoroughly chalked my whole nose. Rudolph in Blue.
I didn't luck out and "win" another match for many many weeks after that- that's how bad I sucked.
To try to get some credit, though- I've never stooped to purposely chalking my nose, now that I know it works.
It was just a 9b race to 4. I was an F player, IF i even ranked on any scale... I vaguely knew the rules, but not really- just the week or so before I was super pissed- i'd eased a ball so softly towards the pocket that it hung without touching anything, and my opponent had the Absolute GALL to declare bih because i hadn't touched a rail. What did he need bih for- the ball was hung in the pocket for him!
Anyway I sucked.
So this first match I ever won, the opponent kept looking at me strangely. I just smiled and continued trying to fly the 9. Eventually I got lucky enough to call a 4 game win. Told the tourney director. He looked at me funny, but was busy and just wrote it down.
I went to the bathroom. Looked in the mirror. My nose was blue- covered thick and all around in blue. It looked as though I'd deliberately and thoroughly chalked my whole nose. Rudolph in Blue.
I didn't luck out and "win" another match for many many weeks after that- that's how bad I sucked.
To try to get some credit, though- I've never stooped to purposely chalking my nose, now that I know it works.
I have a constant fear of one of my cueballs that jump the table hitting someone, but luckily have not done that yet. I did have one hit me in the leg just as I was shooting causing me to jump off to the side just ss I stroked it and miss it by quite a bit hehe.
The worst thing I did that I can remember was to miss a ball in hand on the streaming table on a Joss Tour stop in Snookers. I had to play position between a few balls and was probably watching the path of the cueball would take rather than aiming the shot properly. That whole match was actually not good for me nor my opponent, I was the only one to break and run out a rack between the two of us in 16 games though so that kinda made up for that ball in hand miss.
I also got to be on an odd Magic Rack event that same match where he made three 9 balls in a race to 9 using the magic rack when the 9 was kicked in the side after being left in the middle of the rack area. Twice in a row at one point.
Then it happened again to me in my second match twice! I lost both matches by 2 games, which actually was not bad as I went out 2-0 but at least I held my own against better players on paper and they got the best of me due to those 9 balls going in.
I've done several "brain dead" things as well like missing a ball left in my group and shooting the 8 in (one I clearly remember was the 6 hanging in a corner, I just did not notice it, seems that is the ball most of us miss hehe). Or playing position for the wrong ball in 9 ball. I remember once I played shape on a shot and did not get good on it, or so I though at first; my opponent said "nice shape!". I look, and sure enough I got really good by accident in a very tight space on the next ball when I was actually trying to get to the wrong one hehe. If he did not say that I probably would have shot at the wrong ball giving him ball in hand.
The worst thing I did that I can remember was to miss a ball in hand on the streaming table on a Joss Tour stop in Snookers. I had to play position between a few balls and was probably watching the path of the cueball would take rather than aiming the shot properly. That whole match was actually not good for me nor my opponent, I was the only one to break and run out a rack between the two of us in 16 games though so that kinda made up for that ball in hand miss.
I also got to be on an odd Magic Rack event that same match where he made three 9 balls in a race to 9 using the magic rack when the 9 was kicked in the side after being left in the middle of the rack area. Twice in a row at one point.
Then it happened again to me in my second match twice! I lost both matches by 2 games, which actually was not bad as I went out 2-0 but at least I held my own against better players on paper and they got the best of me due to those 9 balls going in.
I've done several "brain dead" things as well like missing a ball left in my group and shooting the 8 in (one I clearly remember was the 6 hanging in a corner, I just did not notice it, seems that is the ball most of us miss hehe). Or playing position for the wrong ball in 9 ball. I remember once I played shape on a shot and did not get good on it, or so I though at first; my opponent said "nice shape!". I look, and sure enough I got really good by accident in a very tight space on the next ball when I was actually trying to get to the wrong one hehe. If he did not say that I probably would have shot at the wrong ball giving him ball in hand.
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My game is embarrassing enough as is but one particular blunder from last year sticks out in my mind.First 8-ball league night with a new team,first match I get up and make a huge break,3 or 4 balls down,easy looking runout.I go back to my chair to put my break cue down and grab my shooter.I come back to the table and make the 3 in the side without noticing that the "cue" ball had a yellow stripe on it.Oops!
I won my match but my team gave me grief about that one for the rest of the year :grin:
I won my match but my team gave me grief about that one for the rest of the year :grin:
No, the carpet angel trumps anything I might offer.
Tell it again!
Really, my brain fartiest moment was when a friend was practicing on a table, I left for a moment and came back and he was down, shooting a ball.
I walked behind him and smacked his stick, making him shoot the shot...not even close to a good shot resulted and both he and his opponent hollered at me coz they were on the 2nd shot of a $40 1p game
I am not a slow player.
Some of you might not think this is embarrassing but to me it was. I was playing in a tournament, I believe it was the Louisiana Bar Table Championship and I was hill-hill against pro player Robb Saez. I had snookered my own self during the run out and had to kick at the next object ball. It was a difficult kick no matter what you did but I had been practicing a two rail kicking system by Joe Villalpondo but couldn't get myself to pull the trigger. I kept counting the diamonds and measuring over and over. Kicking two rails was almost futile but I had been practicing this kick so much I wanted to give myself the best chance of kicking at the object ball and not scratching in the process.
I looked at every possible option thinking that there might be another way. It is as if time stood still or at least I wasn't aware of the incredible amount of time I was taking to shoot. With just a few balls left on the bar table, a miss or scratch would most likely lose the game and the match for me.
Robb Saez to his credit, must have really liked me because he never said one word as I fretted time and time again looking at this option and looking at that option. He probably wasn't worried because I would be lucky to hit the object ball let alone make it. I was anxious, nervous and beside myself, knowing that not hitting the object ball would almost certainly mean the end of the tournament for me. I knew that I was taking a long time to shoot this shot but it was the most important shot of the match for me because whoever won that match would continue in the tournament and the other guy would just pack up his gear and head home.
The embarrassment came when Ray Hansen, aka BigTruck, unbeknownst to me, clipped a portion of the shot I was shooting and posted it on youtube and you can see the shot by clicking here. Fortunately, Ray had a little kindness in his heart and didn't upload the entire time it took for me to shoot this one shot.
God bless you Robb Saez for being a sport and not chastising me for taking so long to shoot a single shot.
When you see a portion of the time, it took for me to shoot this shot, you'll understand why I was and am so embarrassed.
JoeyA
Some of you might not think this is embarrassing but to me it was. I was playing in a tournament, I believe it was the Louisiana Bar Table Championship and I was hill-hill against pro player Robb Saez. I had snookered my own self during the run out and had to kick at the next object ball. It was a difficult kick no matter what you did but I had been practicing a two rail kicking system by Joe Villalpondo but couldn't get myself to pull the trigger. I kept counting the diamonds and measuring over and over. Kicking two rails was almost futile but I had been practicing this kick so much I wanted to give myself the best chance of kicking at the object ball and not scratching in the process.
I looked at every possible option thinking that there might be another way. It is as if time stood still or at least I wasn't aware of the incredible amount of time I was taking to shoot. With just a few balls left on the bar table, a miss or scratch would most likely lose the game and the match for me.
Robb Saez to his credit, must have really liked me because he never said one word as I fretted time and time again looking at this option and looking at that option. He probably wasn't worried because I would be lucky to hit the object ball let alone make it. I was anxious, nervous and beside myself, knowing that not hitting the object ball would almost certainly mean the end of the tournament for me. I knew that I was taking a long time to shoot this shot but it was the most important shot of the match for me because whoever won that match would continue in the tournament and the other guy would just pack up his gear and head home.
The embarrassment came when Ray Hansen, aka BigTruck, unbeknownst to me, clipped a portion of the shot I was shooting and posted it on youtube and you can see the shot by clicking here. Fortunately, Ray had a little kindness in his heart and didn't upload the entire time it took for me to shoot this one shot.
God bless you Robb Saez for being a sport and not chastising me for taking so long to shoot a single shot.
When you see a portion of the time, it took for me to shoot this shot, you'll understand why I was and am so embarrassed.
JoeyA
I saw this. I have to say, I was laughing a bit after the first 1/4 of the time
I think someone posted your clip already on AZB.
Joey, Your story reminds me of a time when I was playing a scotch doubles tournament with a friend and there was a rule that you couldn't speak to your partner during your turn. Anyway, he was only a C player and it was his first real tournament so he was pretty nervous. So the very first shot he faces is a pretty solid hook that needed a 2-rail kick. He gets up, looks at the table and then just stands there completely frozen for what must have been a minute, which felt more like 10 to everyone watching. It was like he had tried to freeze time, but ended up freezing only himself.
I was screaming in my mind, "Oh my god, everyone's watching, move, blink, do something!!" Then suddenly, he snapped out of it, lined up a kick, and took the shot. I'll never forget the look on his face, literally a deer in the headlights, and still tease him about to this day.
I was screaming in my mind, "Oh my god, everyone's watching, move, blink, do something!!" Then suddenly, he snapped out of it, lined up a kick, and took the shot. I'll never forget the look on his face, literally a deer in the headlights, and still tease him about to this day.
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Dang Joey, that ball was going to long rail bank. lol
I raked the balls on a table next to the one I was supposed to play on. Oops. :embarrassed2:
I raked the balls on a table next to the one I was supposed to play on. Oops. :embarrassed2:
Hey Joey, that clip isnt really that bad.......................if you fast forward thru it:smile:
At least you busy working out a plan, I think we have all seen people that just stand at the table doing nothing on shots far less important than what you were faced with.
At least you busy working out a plan, I think we have all seen people that just stand at the table doing nothing on shots far less important than what you were faced with.
I have to disagree. I heard a story from a woman that she was walking down the street and the cue ball, which flew out of a bar through the door, almost hit her in the head...