|
Jaweeeblop posted:He really isn't that bad of a person, he just has a short fuse and doesn't know how to control his emotions. Cherry picking videos of him being a douche is a lot more fun than posting videos of him giving one on one lessons and having cordial conversations with fans. You're probably right, but literally telling the ref 'they're calling me names' just illustrates being a total man-child and probably not beaten up enough in school. Anyways, the point I'm making is internationally he is the American that many love to hate. He knows this and plays it up, but it's really not doing anyone any favours. That makes him a dickhead, and in Australia a dickhead means not necessarily someone malicious or nasty, just someone a bit stupid to does stupid poo poo and you really wouldn't want to be around too much. But also a very English/Aussie thing is the idea of stoicism, actually I think that’s a big part of American culture too particularly country types a bit like the Man with No Name from the spaghetti Westerns. The minute a man starts having a proper whinge that usually just loses you a ton of respect.
|
#
?
May 17, 2012 09:19
|
|
|
|
| # ? May 27, 2024 05:40 |
|
|
Personally, I think we should get back to pool hustling stories, but anyone interested in Efren should check out the rants he did with Joe Rogan (why this happened in the first place... I have no idea) on youtube. The video seems to have been shot fairly recently... and he basically just goes off for a bit. The long and short of it is that he comes across as a rather pathetic, pissed off, and bitter old man.
|
|
#
?
May 17, 2012 19:42
|
|
|
I'm interested in the variation of the game in different countries, rather than play 8-ball I play the British version, Blackball. The rules are slightly different which changes the game a surprising amount, it usually plays slower than 8-ball but requires less positioning skill. For example:
- If the cue ball has been pocketed it can only be put on the headstring and shot towards the bottom of the table (a common variation) - A foul results in two shots, but only one if you are on the black - No contact with the rails is required (which means delicious easy snookers) - Sinking an opponents ball is a foul I'd like to see how it compares to other variations
|
|
#
?
May 18, 2012 02:11
|
|
|
ColtMcAsskick posted:- No contact with the rails is required (which means delicious easy snookers) I never want to play your version. Holy poo poo I'm getting irritated just thinking about it, lol.
|
|
#
?
May 18, 2012 05:15
|
|
|
There is an unspoken don't be a dick rule, but it does lead to funny situations where it's 3 or 4 turns of tapping the ball slightly until someone gets bored and cannons the poo poo out of the cluster. edit: plus it is pretty easy to double hit the cue ball in those situations so more often than not someone gets a foul
|
|
#
?
May 18, 2012 06:59
|
|
|
Sorry I haven't posted in awhile but I went to Vegas and didn't have access to a computer only my phone. Just got back from Vegas Saturday and it was quite a trip. I took my pool stick because there was a pool tournament going on at the Rivera and if I had time I was going to try and hustle a few guys. I knew that they would be all over the strip but even better all over the poker tables. Pool players love to play poker. I went with a few friends who wanted to gamble at the sports book all day and our girlfriends sat by the pool so I had plenty of time to gamble with the all nighters. Pool tournaments in Vegas usually means lots of pool players not sleeping and continuous drinking and gambling for 3 or 4 days. I love gambling with these guys because they never have a clue what hits them until I clean them out. We get rooms at the Palazzo which I was super impressed with by the way. Every room is a suite and the service and food in that place is top notch. On the first day I decide to go play poker at the Venetian which is connected to the Palazzo. I play for a few hours and chat a few guys up while drinking and gambling and having a good time. You know the loud guy at the poker table. That's usually me I never shut up talking always running mouth or trying to be funny or just trying to piss someone off but I like dialog and lots of it. It just so happens one of the guys at the table is playing in the tourney. I tell him I play a little pool but I don't play in a league. He tells me there are singles tournaments that I could join and I tell him those are too easy and for little money if I play I wanna play for some serious money. He kind of laughs it off and we go about playing poker. He leaves the table and I eventually leave to go to meet everyone for dinner. Around 5am after my friends and my girlfriend have all went to sleep I go back down to the Venetian poker room to try and make some money. I sit at a table with the same guy at the table from before and he asks me if I want to play pool for money. I tell him I love to gamble it doesn't matter what it is but I will gamble on it. I ask him what he wants to play for, he says lets play for $100 in a race to 3. I agree and tell him to find a pool table and lets shoot. He says the pool practice room opens at 6 am at the Rivera. I kind of act like I don't want to go all the way over to the Rivera just for a $100 bucks. I tell him isn't there anything closer and he says he has no clue. So I tell him it's not really worth it he says okay I will give you 2-1 odds. I tell him to make it 5-1 and I will go he counters with 3-1 and I take it. I am risking $100 to win $300. I really have no clue how this guy is but I am always glad when I get good odds on something like this and it's only a $100 bucks. A loss in this situation at first is not always a bad thing. It shows people that you will gamble and it also may look like you are in over your head. At this point I have no clue what I am going to do I am just going to wing it. So we decide to meet at the Rivera in an hour. I go back to my room and grab my pool stick and head over to the Rivera. I walk into the pool room and its pretty awesome it's been awhile since I have been in a big pool room like that so it feels kinda comfortable but for some reason I am starting to get a little nervous too. I finally find the guy and he looks kinda surprised that I have a pool stick. I told him I just went to the pawn shop and bought it for $50 bucks and he told me I was full of poo poo then said "really, you really got that at a pawn shop". We decide to flip to see who breaks first and he wins the flip. He breaks and runs all the balls out except the 1 ball. I make a few shots then leave him a really tough shot on the 1 ball while he was trying to make contact with the 1 ball he missed it completely and knocked the 8ball in the side pocket. It was a horrible break on his part but I don't mind getting a win like that because my safe is what caused him to do that. I get the break and in the 2nd game I break and run. He then kinda figures out that I am pretty good because the expression on his face changes from joking around to a scowl like he is really mad and then he starts taking it real serious. He racks I break and run it down to the 8 ball and miss an easy 8 ball shot on purpose to see if he can win a game. He runs it down to the 8 ball and misses the shot on the 8 and leaves me a real easy shoot on the rail and I make it. His exact words after I win the third match are this "You loving cocksucker you sat there at the poker table and hustled me and you are playing pool with a loving $1000 stick and then you try and give me the loving game so I will gamble more with you." I kind of chuckle and say "Listen man don't be mad at me you asked me to gamble with you, all I did was agree to it you did all the talking". He tells me to lick his nuts gives me my money and puts his stick away and as he is leaving he turns around and says "I got someone that will whip your rear end any day boy". I chuckle and he storms out of the pool room. So I made a nice $300 bucks right off the bat and manage to make an enemy already. I end up seeing that same guy my last night in Vegas and I will tell that story last because he gets its the best story of this trip. To be continued...
|
|
#
?
May 22, 2012 05:24
|
|
|
gently caress YES! VEGAS STORIES!
|
|
#
?
May 22, 2012 14:32
|
|
|
jase, wtf man, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!!?? The Vegas Tourist Board is going to come after you.
|
|
#
?
May 22, 2012 14:46
|
|
|
Things that happen in Vegas become awesome stories about Vegas that no one forgets.
|
|
#
?
May 23, 2012 05:47
|
|
|
Great thread! Eagerly awaiting part 2 of the vegas hustle story
|
|
#
?
May 23, 2012 13:31
|
|
|
I always wondered how high level players react when they find out they have been hustled. I kind of hoped most would laugh it off in an " oh you got me" sort of way.
|
|
#
?
May 23, 2012 20:35
|
|
|
So day 2 and I spent most of the morning shopping with my girlfriend and checking out other Casinos close by. We get to Caesars Palace and I decide I am going to bet some horses for awhile while my girlfriend spends my poker winnings. I won over a grand at the poker table so I am now going to try turn that into some serious money at the sports book. Of course that rarely happens, if you follow the gambling on sports thread in SAS you would see I don't win a lot betting on sports. They give you drink tickets every time you make a bet and I was betting a lot so I had a stack of free drink tickets and I was using them. I gave a couple of tickets to this guy Darren and he was pretty happy about getting free drinks and we drank and hung out for awhile. I find out he is a local and I start asking if there are any pool halls in the area. He tells me about this place called Club Charleston that a lot of pool players hang out at. I decide that later in the night thats where I will be going. The girls we were with decided they wanted to go see a Vegas show that night and we all decided we wanted to drink and gamble that night. I was already pretty lit and I convince the guys to go with me to the pool hall later that night and I tell them I will cover all their drinks if they go with me. Who doesn't love free drinks? We get there and immediately I can tell this is my kind of place. Nice tables, lots of pool players including a bunch of the younger crowd. We get a table in the back and just start shooting while I survey the room. Usually if just watch or stare at someone while they are shooting they will ask if you want to gamble. I tried that a couple of times and got no one to bite at all. So we start drinking and getting loud, I start talking poo poo about the guys I am with telling them they are horrible shots and I will beat any of them for money. I swear as soon as I said the word money it was like the room got quiet and the people took notice. We shoot a couple more games and we are having a blast drinking, shooting pool, being loud and obnoxious making sure everyone knows we are there. A guy a couple of tables down approaches me and asks if I like to gamble on pool. At this point I am pretty drunk because I have been drinking all day and not letting my body recover so for some reason I just blurt out "I will beat anyone in this room for money you are all a bunch of amateurs." He didn't like that and to be honest I wouldn't like that either but I was drunk in Vegas not giving a poo poo with money to burn. He tells me he is a pretty good shot and he was watching me shoot and he thinks he is better than me. We decide to shoot some 9 ball and we decide to gamble on the # of balls each person makes being $10 a ball and the 5 ball is worth $30 and the 9ball is worth $50 so if you break and run it would be $150 for the whole rack. If the 9ball is made on the break it's $200 for the rack. It's been awhile since I have shot 9ball but I am not really giving a poo poo at this point so I order a round of shots of Crown Royal and get ready to lay the smack down on this guy or so I thought. He broke and ran on me the first 2 games and I am down $300 just like that, the next rack he makes the 9 on the break and I am down $500 before I could even blink. That kind of woke me up and I decide its time to stop drinking and take this a little serious. I get a cup of coffee, wash my face and start getting my wits back about me. The next rack he breaks and almost runs out but misses the 9 ball and I pocket it to get my first $ on the board. I am down $600 now and its my turn to break. I break and run and then on the very next rack I make the 9 on the break. The third rack I break and run and then on the 4th rack I make the 9 again on the break to put me up $100. I am on fire and my ego is growing. I start the 5th rack and at this time a couple of the guys friends are gathering around and watching. They start heckling me and try to throw me off my game by making sudden movements when I am shooting, standing directly in my eyesight when I am shooting, one guy just kept calling me a little bitch and nothing is working, in fact I am letting them know that I know what they are doing to keep it up because it's only going to cost their friend more money. I take the next rack to put me at +250. I have the guy rattled now and I can tell he is completely out of his comfort zone. I am feeling a little cocky and ask if anyone wants to bet I can break and run the next rack. I will put up $100 with 5-1 odds. I get 3 of his friends to take that bet and I break and run and collect an easy $300 to put my total at +550 now. My friends are loving this and I start rubbing it in a little bit. I let that guys friends know that I will be paying my tab with the money they just gave me and it starts getting under their skin. They are trying to pump up their buddy and trying to motivate him but I can tell he knows that I am better. You can just see it in his eyes when a player has accepted defeat. I ask him if he wants to keep gambling and he says yeah. I ask if he wants to double the bet to try and get some of his money back and he declines. The very next rack I break and make it to the 5 ball and I miss but I got lucky and the cueball stops directly on the 9ball so he has a really tough shot just to touch the 5ball. He has to go 3 rails to make a good hit and he misses I get ball in hand and run out collecting another $150 putting my total at $700. He says that's enough for him and he is done gambling with me. I look at his friends and this is what I say "I am getting kind of bored is there anyone in this town that knows how to shoot pool or are they all a bunch of douchebags like you guys?" Obviously this doesn't go well and we get into a little bit of a shoving match and someone hit me in the back of the head but I am not sure who or what hit me and we get kicked out of the pool room by the owner. No damage was done I have a headache but I can't tell if thats from the lack of sleep and drinking or getting hit in the head. I tell the owner as he is throwing me out that I haven't settled my bill yet and he says he doesn't care to just get the gently caress out. I send one of my friends in who wasn't involved with the scuffle to settle up the bill I was pretty worried he was going to call the cops and say we skipped out on the bill and the guy still had my license for the pool table so I had to get that back. He pays our tab and calms the owner down and sweet talks him into giving me my license back and we head back to the casino with a pocket full of all those assholes money. Day 2 is a success day 3 not so much. To be continued...
|
|
#
?
May 23, 2012 22:11
|
|
|
A lot of 9balls from the break, was it those small bar tables you played? Do you guys make the racks with plastic triangle or do you use magic rack?
|
|
#
?
May 24, 2012 01:12
|
|
|
These stories are ridiculous. So you were up $1K after 2 days on the tables? Were you also up on poker and sports betting? The foreshadowing of day three is ominous...
|
|
#
?
May 24, 2012 01:44
|
|
|
eppu posted:A lot of 9balls from the break, was it those small bar tables you played? Do you guys make the racks with plastic triangle or do you use magic rack? The only thing I can say about the 9 ball on the break is those tables were perfect size for the way I was breaking. Even the racks I didn't make the 9 it came close or was on its way and another ball hit it out of the pockets path. Just one of those days were things go my way on the tables. They had a triangle 9 ball rack at the pool hall. That is what we used. spwrozek posted:These stories are ridiculous. So you were up $1K after 2 days on the tables? Were you also up on poker and sports betting? For the whole time I was there I ended up 2k at poker. I played 2/5 and I really only won that much in like 2 or 3 hands total. I didn't spend much time at the poker tables. I flopped a boat with Aces on a A1010 board and doubled my stack from 1k to 2k and that was like the 3rd hand right after I sat down. The 2/5 tables were crazy. Sports betting I lost $2500 mostly on the NBA playoffs and MLB and NHL parlays.
|
|
#
?
May 24, 2012 02:38
|
|
|
Wow, you are a dickbag when you drink. I've been liking your stories so far and didn't think you seemed a bad dude, but everything in that last one was you being a giant cock, when you weren't handing out free drinks to strangers. It all smacked of giant insecurities for some reason. 
|
|
#
?
May 24, 2012 08:03
|
|
|
Corridor posted:Wow, you are a dickbag when you drink. I've been liking your stories so far and didn't think you seemed a bad dude, but everything in that last one was you being a giant cock, when you weren't handing out free drinks to strangers. It all smacked of giant insecurities for some reason. I know his friends were essentially trying to cheat by loving with me during my shots so I felt it was needed to be a dick to those guys but I won't disagree with you. My ego can be a pretty lovely thing especially when I am drunk. It may be the whole situation too, the drinking, Vegas, adrenaline is pumping, I'm very competitive too so that probably played into it. I don't disagree with you though I can be a total jerk bag to people and several times I have gotten the poo poo kicked out of me for it so it evens out in the end in my opinion.
|
|
#
?
May 24, 2012 14:47
|
|
|
Corridor posted:Wow, you are a dickbag when you drink. I've been liking your stories so far and didn't think you seemed a bad dude, but everything in that last one was you being a giant cock, when you weren't handing out free drinks to strangers. It all smacked of giant insecurities for some reason. He hustles people at pool, he's not some saint. Stop being a baby and enjoy the awesome stories.
|
|
#
?
May 25, 2012 04:28
|
|
|
jase1 posted:several times I have gotten the poo poo kicked out of me for it so it evens out in the end in my opinion. I dunno, I think I would prefer to maybe not get the poo poo kicked out of me in the first place. Alcohol can be a motherfucker I guess. Pretty Boy Floyd posted:He hustles people at pool, he's not some saint. Stop being a baby and enjoy the awesome stories. Blow me. Telling everyone in a bar that they're douchebags after he takes their money, and then almost losing his drat license and getting his asskicked, is not part of a hustle. In fact it seems outright counterproductive and could very easily have gone much worse. I'm just like, "Dude why would you be a dick like that and wreck the evening". But jase1 admitted his ego takes over when he drinks so... sorry to hear it dude. It sucks when other parts of your brain take over and gently caress up your poo poo. It was a cool story though. And I appreciate you tell both the ones that make you look badass and the ones that make you look like a retard. I hate when dudes in A/T always have to be some kind of James Bond in their own stories.
|
|
#
?
May 25, 2012 06:41
|
|
|
Day 3 I spend all day checking out hoover dam and hanging out in the desert. We hiked up to this place called Mary Jane falls and we smoked a joint right there which was pretty cool. If you get a chance and enjoy hiking I would recommend that for sure but it's a really long hike. We get back to the hotel and I am exhausted everyone wants to lay around and rest and we decide to meet back up at Spago for dinner. Instead of resting I decide to head over to the Rivera and check out the pool room and see if I can get some action. A watch a couple of matches and then they take a break and the room starts clearing out. I find an empty table and start shooting around and talking to a couple of people to get an idea if there is any gambling going on on. I let a couple of people know that I will be here for the next few hours looking to gamble if they know anyone. About 30 minutes later I get approached by a really scary looking dude. I am 6'1" and he towers over me so he has to be around 6'5" or taller I would think. His hair is full on grey with a huge bushy salt and pepper beard and it's not taken care of or anything, he kind of looks like a homeless dude. He asks if I want to gamble and I tell him yes. He says he saw me shoot and he says lets just play a friendly race to 3 for $100. I am cool with that and he beats me 3-1 when I missed an easy out on purpose in the last game to give him the win. I feel like I can shoot better then him and he made a few mental mistakes that would have given me the game. I tell him lets gamble some more but since you are obviously better then me I think we should do a 5-3 race for $300. He agrees and beats me 5-2 and this time I played awful not on purpose but I just couldn't get anything going. I am on barely any sleep, plus I am exhausted from hiking earlier in the day. I drink a huge redbull hoping that will help me get my energy and my mind right. I am now down $400 and I even say to myself at this point play 1 more race and if I lose just walk away it's no big deal. I really do feel like I can beat this guy but at the same time I am not in the right mental state to do it. We do the same race and this time I beat him 3-1 and I feel like I am starting to get it back. We play another race and I win again 4-3 putting me up $200. I am feeling it now and can tell that if I stay focused I will be able to make some money. The guy shows no emotion the whole time we are playing which kinda sets an alarm off in my head that he has been in this situation before but I ignore it. He tells me that he is done playing for small money lets up the bet and make it interesting. Since I beat him 2 times he now wants to make the race 5-4 but for $500. I tell him no way if I am going to play for more money I want the same bet 5-3 race. He says he will do a 5-3 race only if it will be for 1k. I agree and I believe I have him right where I want him. I lose 5-2 on some really bad breaks. At the time I was blaming the table but when I look back it and analyze the game there was no need for me to even be playing. My hands were shaking, I was sweating really bad from not eating or sleeping and I wasn't drinking alcohol either so there was nothing to take the edge off. I pay him the 1k and the guy makes a remark to effect of that was easy money. I get real pissed and say lets run it again for another 1k and I lose 5-0 the guy didn't miss one time. I remember the second rack after he broke and run I said to myself it's over I just got hustled by a far better player and I was right. I pay him the 1k and leave pretty pissed at myself for getting hustled. I had no buisness being there I wasn't in the right state of mind and even when I figured it out I could have left up 200 but I didn't so I ended up losing $1800. Day 3 was a lovely day. Day 4 is when I meet up with my nemesis from earlier and it's a great story. To be continued....
|
|
#
?
May 25, 2012 16:12
|
|
|
Holy poo poo, the folly of hubris. Thanks for sharing that. It's interesting to hear about your wins and skill but then to also hear of being bettered, its almost like I'm learning the lesson too. I wish for a followup story where you meet that large guy again, being well rested, and win against him. There's just something so interesting about what makes one person better than another, and the external factors that can affect the moment of competition.
|
|
#
?
May 25, 2012 17:00
|
|
|
I do have to question the mentality of being unable to sit down and relax for a few hours. You admit you were exhausted, hadn't eaten or slept decently, and still your first instinct was to grab your cue and try to find some action. That doesn't seem very healthy to me.
|
|
#
?
May 25, 2012 17:08
|
|
|
Deteriorata posted:I do have to question the mentality of being unable to sit down and relax for a few hours. You admit you were exhausted, hadn't eaten or slept decently, and still your first instinct was to grab your cue and try to find some action. Sounds like a vacation to me. Who wants downtime on a vacation?
|
|
#
?
May 25, 2012 17:15
|
|
|
Ibsen posted:Holy poo poo, the folly of hubris. Thanks for sharing that. It's interesting to hear about your wins and skill but then to also hear of being bettered, its almost like I'm learning the lesson too. I wish for a followup story where you meet that large guy again, being well rested, and win against him. There's just something so interesting about what makes one person better than another, and the external factors that can affect the moment of competition. I learned a new word today I had to look up Hubris I never knew what that word meant. I will probably never see that big guy again unless he was a local, but more then likely he was from some other state and there for the pool tourney. I don't even know his name because we never even really talked much except about gambling. Deteriorata posted:I do have to question the mentality of being unable to sit down and relax for a few hours. You admit you were exhausted, hadn't eaten or slept decently, and still your first instinct was to grab your cue and try to find some action. I don't live a very healthy lifestyle in the first place. I usually only sleep a bout 3 hours a night and I toss and turn the rest of the time usually to the point where I am kicked out of my own bed by my girlfriend. I eat unhealthy and I don't really exercise a lot either. I use coffee and energy drinks to keep me going through the week because I am usually out late every night whether it be poker, shooting pool or at the bar. I quit smoking a year and half ago at the begging and pleading of my doctor so I did one right thing. When I am in Vegas I never sleep, I can't sleep there, too much is going on for me to be sleeping in a room. I have went 3 or 4 days in Vegas without even going to my room and usually on the 3rd or 4th day is when I start seeing hallucinations and then I go rest for a few but its never more then a few hours or so. I get a lot of poo poo from my girlfriend and my doctor that I will probably have a heart attack soon if I don't slow down which is why I am taking a forced vacation in June to Myrtle beach for 2 weeks. No gambling allowed just 2 weeks of sitting on the beach relaxing and of course drinking. Overall though I am not a very healthy person.
|
|
#
?
May 25, 2012 17:29
|
|
|
Haha that's insane, how is it possible you function under what sounds like a seriously stressful lifestyle with so little sleep? Jeez if I get less than 7 hours a few days in a row I'm bushwhacked. Love your stories, keep'em coming.
|
|
#
?
May 25, 2012 17:48
|
|
|
Deteriorata posted:I do have to question the mentality of being unable to sit down and relax for a few hours. You admit you were exhausted, hadn't eaten or slept decently, and still your first instinct was to grab your cue and try to find some action. You've never been to Vegas then. If you sleep more than a few hours a morning you are doing it wrong. Last year when I went I started on the poker table at 3PM and didn't quit until 15 hours later. Between gambling and jumping to different casinos screwing around drinking the whole time you can easily be up for 24 hours without realizing it.
|
|
#
?
May 25, 2012 17:58
|
|
|
jase1 posted:...easy money. I got to this part and almost yelled at my monitor "Oh no don't fall for it!". But at the same time I understand completely. Your brain isn't exactly in complete control in a moment like that, and it's amazing to see that you're still capable of being victim of the same tricks you use on people. Just based on your earlier stories, and the fact that you were telling the tale in hindsight, he was clearly playing the same back and forth, letting you win enough to keep you interested until you're ready to make a bad decision. Awesome stories and just basic lessons on life, both in burning and getting burned, and knowing when you've been bested and rolling with it. Thanks for sharing.
|
|
#
?
May 25, 2012 20:35
|
|
|
When you come to a pool hall and shoot around waiting for action, do you try to create impression of not being a good player? How do you do that? Let your hand go so that the shots are imprecise?
|
|
#
?
May 26, 2012 09:34
|
|
|
jabro posted:You've never been to Vegas then. If you sleep more than a few hours a morning you are doing it wrong. Last year when I went I started on the poker table at 3PM and didn't quit until 15 hours later. Between gambling and jumping to different casinos screwing around drinking the whole time you can easily be up for 24 hours without realizing it. This is kinda right. I'm not much of a gambler, show goer, pool player or whatever, but everytime I've been to Vegas it's been up far too loving late and up three hours later to do it again. It's just Vegas. The Hangover was entirely feasible. edit - Not, two wasn't.
|
|
#
?
May 27, 2012 03:00
|
|
|
jabro posted:You've never been to Vegas then. If you sleep more than a few hours a morning you are doing it wrong. Last year when I went I started on the poker table at 3PM and didn't quit until 15 hours later. Between gambling and jumping to different casinos screwing around drinking the whole time you can easily be up for 24 hours without realizing it. I think they also jack up the oxygen level in the casinos and the rooms, although I can't recall where I heard that. That plus the natural excitement, well...
|
|
#
?
May 27, 2012 15:17
|
|
|
Mr. Mambo posted:I think they also jack up the oxygen level in the casinos and the rooms, although I can't recall where I heard that. I hear that a whole bunch but nobody ever seems to have citations for it. http://www.snopes.com/luck/casino.asp
|
|
#
?
May 27, 2012 16:30
|
|
|
^^^^^Edit: Wow I always thought that was true about the oxygen. Yeah they jack up the oxygen, no windows, an usually no clocks and most workers don't even wear watches. They want you in that casino as long as possible and they want to make sure you lose track of time. I haven't slept since Friday night. They opened a new casino in Cleveland and I am killing the 2/5 table I just now got a hotel room across the street and Im gonna sleep for a few hours then head to a BBQ. Basically I am coming off a 26 hour poker session and I am up 4 grand right now. The amount of bad play here is amazing. After I get rested and can think straight I will post the last Vegas story.
|
|
#
?
May 27, 2012 16:30
|
|
|
Day 4 of Vegas and I am on fumes. I haven't slept, I am hungover and I am still pissed that I got hustled. I hate being hustled it's a blow to my ego, I get embarrassed and to top it off I lose money. Everyone else decides to chill by the pool all day and I decide to take a power nap. I last 30 minutes and I can't fall asleep so I decide to head down to the Rivera to see if I can get some more action to make up for last nights big loss. The pool room is almost empty and they are playing the finals matches so I just shoot around for awhile. I see my nemesis from day 1 and he approaches me and we exchange a few choice words about our earlier session and he says he has a guy that plays on his team who will play me for any money and will wipe the floor with me. Its 1pm and he is already obliterated on alcohol, I am pretty sure he hasn't seen a shower or a bed in a few days because he smells pretty bad too. I tell him I will play his guy anytime I am always looking for action. He says to stick around here he will go find him and then we can gamble. I call my girlfriend and let her know where I am at and her and all my friends decide to come over this way because they are going to eat the Hilton buffet for lunch. I wait around for about 30 minutes and he comes back with this really young kid. I am 35 and it may be just because I am older but I swear the kid wasn't even 21 he had a straight bill hat on to the side with an affliction shirt and he had a little posse with him too. He reminded me of this kid Scooter I talked about earlier in the thread. Young pool hustlers always have a posse it's quite entertaining because most of their posse can't even shoot pool they just love to be around a big shot. I ask him what he wants to play for and he says it's my call pick the amount and the game. He seems really confident so I am not sure who is doing the hustling here. I haven't started drinking yet so I am thinking clearly I am just a little tired. I ask him if he wants to play for $100 a game and he laughs it off and says thats chump change. So bump it to $250 a game and he agrees and we decide to play 8 ball with the league rules. We lag for the break and I win the break. I sink nothing on the break and he runs out on me and I am down $250 in about 15 minutes. The next game he breaks makes a nice safe on me, I miss he gets ball in hand and runs out and I am down $500 just like that. I am starting to get a little worried because he is a really good shot and I can't get anything going and around the end of the 2nd game my girlfriend and my friends show up to watch. I let her know whats going on and she just has this way of putting me at ease she gets how I think and lets me know to just relax, focus and kick his rear end. I get quite the ego boost when my friends show it helps me focus more and I really don't want them to see me lose. The 3rd game starts and he breaks and runs out on me and I am down $750 when my nemesis strolls by and starts to rub it in a little bit that I am getting my rear end handed to me. The 4th game the kid finally leaves me a decent shot and I run out on him to put down $500 I break and run the next game to put me down $250 and the then in the next game this is where it gets crazy. I break and sink 2 balls and then I miss but I got lucky my miss puts my opponent in a real tough spot he has to hit 2 rails to even touch his ball and he has no shot of making it. He hits his ball and it knocks into the 8 which sends it down the rail in the corner pocket to give me the win and put me back to even. It was a really weird shot the ball just kept rolling until it fell into the pocket almost like it was in slow motion. My nemesis freaks out and starts arguing with the kid and then tells him right in front of everyone I am not staking you lose to get your poo poo together and start loving winning or we are going to have a problem. That is my in right there I have now just discovered how I am going to get my advantage. I ask the kid what's a matter you don't have the money to gamble for yourself you need a backer. I can tell I am not only getting under his skin but now he seems a little worried. I don't think he realized how good of a shot I was until I started my winning streak. I keep needling him a little bit and let him know if he wants to quit now I won't think any less of him but if we are going to play I want to play for $500 a game. Before the kid even says anything my nemesis, also his backer jumps right in and says lets do it. I then proceed to win 5 straight games and also win a couple of side bets with some other players watching so I am up $2650. My nemesis has completely lost his poo poo now he is red faced and basically laying into the kid about how horrible of player he is that he let me win and poo poo like that. It's a little chaotic, lots of arguing and yelling when my nemesis decides he has had enough and he is now going to challenge me to 1 game of 9 ball for 1k. I tell him to put the money on the rack and lets do it. He says he has to go back to his room to get more money to give him about 20 minutes. The kid comes over and we start chatting each other up he was asking me about my stick, where I am from and come to find out he is really cool. He actually hates the guy backing him but he has won a lot of money with him. He said the guy is real high strung and always puts a ton of pressure on him so he tends to choke in big games. I buy him and his posse a few drinks and we start chatting even more. He is asking about how I got started and things like that. I start to feel bad for the kid because he is really cool and he just has a a backer who is an rear end in a top hat. After all of us start partying for about an hour we forget about my nemesis until a guy comes over and says to the kid you gotta see this. The kid leaves and comes running back and tells me to follow him. We go up to the guys room and when we walk in this awful stench hits you right in the nose and I can't quite make out what it is buts its pretty foul. The kid is cracking up and when I round the corner I see my nemesis passed out on the bathroom floor with vomit and poo poo everywhere. Apparently what happened was he was taking a poo poo and had to throw up and puked a little bit on the floor he turned around to puke in the toilet slipped and fell on his own vomit and hit his head on the toilet and proceeded to poo poo and puke all over the bathroom until he passed out. It was the most vile, disgusting, hilarious thing I have ever seen and when the paramedics showed up me and the kid where still laughing at what we just witnessed. After that the kid and his posse hung around with us all night and we partied and went to a few clubs and had an awesome time. I got his number and he is going to become a road player when he can save enough of his own money. All in all it was amazing trip I made some money in pool, and poker and lost some money in the sportsbook but overall I made a profit on gambling. As soon as my plane landed in Cleveland I had the itch to get on the next plane back to Vegas. It's one of my favorite places to vacation at and I can't wait to go back again.
|
|
#
?
May 29, 2012 21:38
|
|
|
jase1 posted:^^^^^Edit: Wow I always thought that was true about the oxygen. I heard it is insanely packed down there right now which is why I've avoided going. Good atmosphere there though?
|
|
#
?
May 30, 2012 19:37
|
|
|
Awesome Animals posted:I heard it is insanely packed down there right now which is why I've avoided going. Good atmosphere there though? It has been pretty busy but the key is to go in through Tower City Center no one ever goes in that way. After you go a few times though the security guards start to recognize you and me and a few friends last night just walked past the line and got in. I am pretty sure before the year is out we will be walking through the kitchen like the movies it seems like everyone there is starting to know us. The atmosphere during the day up until about 1am is really awesome. After 1am its degenerate, criminal, douchebag and drunk central. The bar on the second floor is really cool and the bartenders make the drinks really strong if you tip well. The buffet is top notch and the other little food joints are really good too. I am sad they didn't put any pool tables though. It would have been a goldmine for me but I can only dream about that for now.
|
|
#
?
May 30, 2012 19:59
|
|
|
Great thread. I feel like day 4 was a slice of Hakan.
|
|
#
?
May 30, 2012 21:52
|
|
|
What does Hakan mean? I tried to look it up but got nothing except it being a Turkish or Swedish name. Tonight could very well be an interesting night. It's been awhile since I have hung out with all my uncles and we are going up to Fox and hound to eat dinner and have a few drinks and shoot pool. I will try to get some previous stories that happened to them because they are always entertaining.
|
|
#
?
May 30, 2012 22:02
|
|
|
It's in the SAclopedia I like your stories but I'm still not sure how you can get hustled when you spend so much time hustling others. Any other times you got hustled?
|
|
#
?
May 30, 2012 22:12
|
|
jase1 posted:I haven't slept since Friday night. They opened a new casino in Cleveland and I am killing the 2/5 table I just now got a hotel room across the street and Im gonna sleep for a few hours then head to a BBQ. Is it the one in the old Higbee building, down at Tower City? I may have to take a trip back for some visiting and to check out the games before all the novelty wears off and the games slow down. It's amazing, I left Cleveland just over a year ago to move back to Vegas, and now I'm thinking of flying from Vegas to Cleveland for gambling.
|
|
|
#
?
May 30, 2012 22:21
|
|
|
|
| # ? May 27, 2024 05:40 |
|
|
First of all, I'd like to say thanks for the interesting thread, and for the stories that you have posted so far. This thread has inspired me to play pool more and take advantage of the table I have at my house. It's too much fun, haha. Second, I have a few questions: Do you have any tips on breaking in 8 ball, or any videos that you would recommend? Whenever I break, most of the balls stay on the lower half of the table with a horrible spread, and most of the time I can't get the cue ball into the middle of the table. I place the cue ball right on the second diamond, and straight across from the second ball in the rack, and I try to hit the second ball as well. I also have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to side english. I try to use it for cue ball placement for my next shot, but most of the time I hit the object ball too far on the side and it doesn't go in. My guess is that I'm hitting the cue ball too hard, but I have no clue, haha. I also don't think I'm good enough to try to add it to my game, because if I recall correctly, you didn't use any english until you had played for about a year or so. Thanks for your time!
|
|
#
?
May 30, 2012 23:39
|
|
