Hustling stories
Michael Walker
Anyone care to share some hustling stories? Not looking for techniques,
just some fun stories - would like to hear the outcome (good or bad) and
interesting twists like trying to hustle and getting hustled yourself.
I'm fairly new to pool/RSB, so if there are "classics" to be told - I'm
interested.
As I said - I'm sure this has come up before, and I did a quick dejanews
search, didn't find much except for people arguing about the good/bad
about gambling - THAT'S NOT WHAT I WANT!!! Just some fun stories,
that's all. Sheesh. : )
-Mike W.
John Gateley
Michael Walker wrote:
> I'm sure this has come up to some extent before, but...
> Anyone care to share some hustling stories?
I work in a small company (<50 employees). A couple of
years ago, I constantly pestered all to come shoot, and we
had a fairly large group once a week. Then I went to visit,
errr... ummm... a friend of mine (yeah, that's it), this old
hustler from Arksansas (really!), and he taught me this sucker
bet.
1) They break.
2) When color is decided (either they make a ball or you make
a ball), then you take off all of their balls except for one.
(ok, y'all, I mean pool balls).
3) When color is decided, it becomes your shot.
4) Game proceeds as normal.
Basically, the idea is that you take off all of theirs except their worse,
and hook them every time you can't make a shot.
So, I make a fairly public announcement about this at work, and
three people took me up on it at $10 a game. I only took home $10
because I pulled a bonehead manouver and scratched on the 8 one
game. It's a nice hustle against casual players, I'd never try it against
anyone I shoot with now.
j "he really is from Arkansas"
RACKS BOSS
Titusville, Florida, in a fairly small, but beloved pool room where the first
ever RSB Tournament took place.
The "hustler" first walked (limped) into the room, using a walker, one arm
wrapped tenderly in a sling and an eye patch over one eye (there seemed to be
a gleam sparkling from the other eye). When he approached the counter, he
asked for a grog, but was satisfied to accept a mug of house draft when it was
sat before him.
The bartender was a bit taken aback by the sight of this fellow and slightly
shocked when the man asked if there were any players in the room. He insisted
he be given the last three and the breaks since he was in such poor condition
at this time.
The hustler signed up for the first ever RSB Tournament and decided that since
most of these folks had traveled so far to participate in this event, he'd shed
the walker, the sling and the eyepatch and play them all striaght up!
Except for the first woman he had to face (after all, to be beaten by a
"woman" would be catastrophic!) During a critical moment of the race, the
hustler drew out his compass and magnifying glass to study his next shot. He
could see (by using these "measuring devices") that the 9 would carom into the
4 ball, then into the 6, and if the air currents were just right, the 9 would
go directly into that south corner pocket! Ah-Ha!
Even while the woman whined and complained about the use of these implements,
the hustler drew back his cue and, as they say, "the rest is history".
The game and match were HIS!
This is just one moment in the "night of the hustler" - there are other stories
in this same event, but only one complete humiliation, which didn't even
involve any hustling, but must be told by Ray from PR or The Hustler Himself, .
. . . ta da
SMORGASSBORED!
(well, the newbies haven't heard it yet)
Becky
Fred Agnir
and Heroes, Legends and Lies,....
Try to get your hands on these books.
--
Regards,
Fred Agnir
Templeton, MA
Michael Walker <mike....@iname.com> wrote in article
<36B13E48...@iname.com>...
> I'm sure this has come up to some extent before, but...
NJ Gremlin
>'m sure this has come up to some extent before, but...
>Anyone care to share some hustling stories? Not looking for techniques,
>just some fun stories
Blah Blah Blah Etc Etc...
Now onto the "Fun" story.....(well, i got a kick out of it when i heard it..
all players to remain nameless of course)
Two young up and coming players were on the road hustling one day when they ran
across each other in a pool hall one day..(For some reason i think it was at
Champions in Rockville, Md...but that's more info than you need...). They did
know each other and had played before, but hadn't seen each other in a year or
two. Their games had always been neck and neck and neither one could ever get
the better of the other. Since it was so long since their last meeting, both
of their egos thought that they were now going to blow the other guy outta the
water since they had improved so much in the time passed.
They agreed to play 9 ball, for $200 a rack and the winner of the night would
pay the time. Friendly enough?
Well, the game bounced back and forth at first, and then one player finally had
a substantial lead of about 10 racks. So the other guy(who's down) asks for the
8 ball spot and gets it. He proceeds to slowly get those 10 racks back and
slowly win 10 more. Back to playing even. Then again, back and forth, back and
forth, till the other guy finally gets his 10 racks back and wins a few more,
and then loses them only to be down 1 rack.
The loser pays up and they decide to play sets now, rather than by the rack.
Races 9 $2000. Again, back and forth. Even i'm getting sea sick as i write this
from all the back and forth. The sets wind up breaking even after playing
forever. So they go back to racks. Now this was a real grudge match and neither
one was quitting yet.
They still play $200 a rack all night and into the morning till dawn and into
the next evening almost. Neither on could get ahead more than two or three
racks. Finally, at a point where they are both even, one guy finally has had
enough and calls it last rack.
They play it out and as he(the guy who called last rack)is shooting the 9 from
bad position, he misses it and leaves it hanging in front of the pocket. The
other guy makes it easily and gets paid the $200.
Now the funny thing about this long story is..and here's kinda where the hustle
comes in... the winner pays the time, remember? They had been playing for close
to 24 hrs, the table time was more than $500 i believe. (the player did receive
a pretty decent discount too). Another thing is , the guy who called last rack
remembered that winner pays time and realized it would be more than $200. And
he paid the guy the $200 for that final rack from the rack he won before they
played sets, which the loser had forgotten all about. So one guy wound up
playing head to head pool in one of his toughest matches ever for free and
broke even while the other guy lost over $500 to the house. Great move.
:o) Ryan
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"Old enough to know better, too damn young to care"
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Tom Bellhouse
stories about matches. Also, Tom Shaw has had a Legends Of The
Road series in one of the pool mags -- BD?
Tom
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Fred Agnir wrote:
>
> Byrne's Great Pool Stories (is that the title) and John Grissom's Hustlers
> and Heroes, Legends and Lies,....
>
> Try to get your hands on these books.
> --
> Regards,
>
> Fred Agnir
> Templeton, MA
>
> Michael Walker <mike....@iname.com> wrote in article
> <36B13E48...@iname.com>...
> > I'm sure this has come up to some extent before, but...
> > Anyone care to share some hustling stories? Not looking for techniques,
Bob Jewett
: Byrne's Great Pool Stories (is that the title) and John Grissom's Hustlers
: and Heroes, Legends and Lies,....
And two related items on Ebay right now are Fensch's "The Lions and the
Lambs" and Bruce Christopher's "The Godplayer."
Bob Jewett