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Local Resident posted:I was going to ask about this. Does it matter what cards you get if you are a good player? Yes and no there are a lot of times where my cards don't matter and I just play a person. For instance if I know a really good player can be pushed around and there is a scare card on the board I am more than likely going to bluff that player and my cards mean nothing. You can't win that bet every time though eventually you have to have some good cards or people will start calling your bluffs and you lose. The key is to make an image like you are a loose player then when you have the nuts get all their chips. Easier said than done. Fermunky posted:Another pool guy chiming in. I also played in the APA in Tampa here for a while, but always played out of Fatsos. Your league must have run slightly differently, as the league always paid for the division champs to get to Vegas, so the only money we needed was for play, and of course the damned tables you have to pay for yourself like in the mini tournys and such. I had no clue who New York Blackie was but I looked him up and he was a fascinating guy he was one of the original old school guys who hung around fats. That's awesome you got to hang wit him. I have family that live in Orlando and I will be going down there sometime in the next year if I happen to make it to Tampa I will be at Fatsos for sure. Crazy month at work so sorry for the lack of updates I had a great end to the month in gambling. +220 in sports booking one of my first positive sessions in sports booking, and I made a little over 5 grand in poker and other various bets. The first week of September has been brutal. I am already down -589 in sports booking and this weekend I got my rear end handed to me at the poker tables. The local APA started an all womens pool division so my girlfriend decided to join it and I wanted to go watch her play. So I get to the bar I'm drinking and watching the games until it's time for my girlfriend to shoot. She gets up to shoot and kicks the other girls rear end while it wasn't anything special she played a new player she just shot really well. I was ready to leave but she wanted to stay with her friends. I figured gently caress this I will go crazy around a bunch of drunk women so I will go to the casino for the rest of the night. I get to the casino about 10pm and the list is almost 100 deep for 1/2 50 deep for 2/5 and the 1/3 PLO was 25 deep and they only had 1 table of that running so it was going to be awhile before I play. I put my name on all 3 lists and head down to the casino bar to have a few drinks while I wait for my text to tell me my seat was ready in the poker room. I run into a few other poker players who are waiting for seats and we start chatting it up talking poker and just bullshitting. 3 hours later and I lost count how many rum and cokes I had but my text finally comes through and I am pretty poo poo faced. I walk up stairs get my seat and realize it's for 2/5. I buy in for $500 and lose my first buy in within an hour. I am drunk and just gambling not even trying to make smart moves I am just being loud and gambling like crazy. I decide since I lost my first buy in so quickly I am gonna slow it down and play smart. for the next hour or so I slowly work on getting my first buy in back. I have around $1100 in front of me and I get dealt AA in first position or under the gun. I raise to $25 and get 3 callers then the button raises it to $150. I reraise it to $400 and everyone folds except the button who now pushes all in for over 2k. I can't put my chips in fast enough and the pot is around $2300. In most cash games that I play in people don't usually turn their cards over until all 5 cards are run out I don't know why and I don't really care but I usually just keep my cards face down until it's time for me to show them. We run the board out and the button turns over KK and he hasn't improved. I get excited now knowing that my AA is the best hand and I turn my cards over to reveal A4 and I lose a $2300 pot because my dumb rear end didn't properly check the cards. I am now down 1k, drunk and pissed off wishing I had just stayed hanging out with my girlfriend and her pool team. I decide to buy in for another $500 and this time I flop a flush and get it all in and lose to full house on the river. Tonight is not my night so I do what any self respecting gambler would do and I leave the poker table and try to turn this night into a positive some how. For some odd reason I stop at the craps table and decide I am going to play craps. I lose another $500 in record time. After all this is over I look at the clock and its 7am. Perfect timing I go get my free breakfast buffet and go home to lose more money on sports booking because Sunday was the first full day of football games. Not a good start to the month but you go on bad runs you have to be prepared for it. I haven't gambled much on pool lately so I think I am going to go on a road trip to Columbus this weekend and look for some action and who knows maybe I can turn this around and make some money.
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I love Columbus Ohio, the food, the festivals, it's a college town so the women are beautiful and overall it's just a really cool city. I have a cousin who lives there and every time I go and visit him it's a new adventure. The food is amazing and it always seems like there is some festival going on. So I decided to go there this past weekend for 2 reasons. First my girlfriend and my cousins wife love to shop so when they get together they both can do some damage and it's her birthday so I figured I would let her shop with someone who enjoys it as much as she does. Second I haven't been shooting pool as much as I want lately and there is this hole in the wall place called Suzi-Cues that is a campus bar and a good place to hustle dumb drunk college kids. In all the time I have ever shoot pool there I have never made more than about $500 it's mostly $10 or $20 a game but it is really fun. So I get there Friday night and we have an awesome dinner at this sushi restaurant that has karaoke. My cousin who is a stand up comedian/comedy writer/music producer/rapper loves to karaoke he does Biggies song Juicy every time and kills it as usual. He has the voice down pat and everything. So after dinner the girls decide to go to Easton to shop while we go over to Suzi-Cues. My cousin is a pretty religious guy and he doesn't drink and overall is not into the same scene as I am. He was always fascinated by what I do and a few times I have taken him to casinos to play poker but he is just not really into it. He is a family man he has a kid a great wife and he enjoys religion I am what he wants to be in a sense. I am not married, I always had a different girl around when I would show up to family stuff. Which reminds me of a funny backstory on us. He has always busted my balls about not going to church so when I was 19 he wanted me to go to this young adult thing were everyone went to cedar point. I went and throughout the day I was hanging around the preachers daughter. She was really hot and she knew it and for some reason she took a liking to me. So we are on the bus ride back from Cedar Point and she comes and sits next to me on the bus ride home. She tells me that my cousin has a thing for her but she wasn't interested and she thinks I am cute. I thought that was awesome but there was no way I was getting anything from her she was the preachers daughter. Next thing I know she is giving me a handjob the rest of the way home. We get back to the church and me and cousin leave and he is really pissed. I ask him whats up and he says every time I like you a girl you take her away from me which is not true because this is the first time thats every happened. He got over it eventually but I thought that was pretty funny. I tell him about wanting to go here to try and hustle a couple of college kids and he is excited. He has seen me shoot pool at family get togethers but he has never seen me hustle so he was excited about getting the chance to see it. I tell him a little about what to do and not do like if someone starts getting pissed or whatever just leave the bar I can handle things, also don't brag about anything and don't ever let anyone know we came there to hustle people.I am already drunk from dinner me and my girlfriend shared a bottle of wine or more like she had a glass and I drank the rest, so I ask my cousin to drive. He drives me over there and he is like a little kid he is so excited to watch what is about to unfold. We walk into the bar and there is not one person in there. It's 8pm on a Friday and I figured it would be packed but it was deserted. We decide to stick around and to see if anyone shows up and we discover they have a Super Nintendo hooked up to this huge screen and you can play it. The only game you can play is NBA Jam and we start playing that hoping it gets busy. Before it even hits 10 pm the place is packed. I go get an hourly table and just start shooting around. I shot with a couple of people for drinks and win every time. I am pretty shitfaced by now and my cousin is having a blast playing NBA Jams and a guy I was shooting with earlier asks if I want to shoot for drinks again. I tell him I am fine on my drink but if he wants to play for some money we could do that. He says no thank you and walks away. I continue shooting by myself when my cousin comes over and says some guy was talking about me. I ask him what he said and he told me the guy was saying that I was trying to gamble with some people. So the secret is out now and I am pretty sure I will either get approached or kicked out of the place just depending on who knows what. About 20 minutes go buy and I get approached buy this kid named Sam, he asks if I am looking to gamble and I say yes. He says lets run it for 10 and I tell him 10 bucks is a waste of my time lets at least shoot for 20. He gets offended real quick and says okay Mr. moneybags lets see what you got. I tell him he can break and I say good luck his response back is luck has nothing to do with it. Okay this guy is a little cocky so I can use this to my advantage. Now at this point and time I basically one eying it because I have drank about 2/3 a bottle of wine, 3 rum and cokes and 3 shots of tequila. I am pretty hosed up and I proceed to get my rear end kicked. I didn't let the guy win I got destroyed. I am a little pissed at myself and tell the guy if he wants lets do it again. He says no problem we put the money on the rack and Sam breaks and on his second shot he makes the 8ball by mistake so I get my money back. He says lets do it again and this time he kicks my rear end again. So this goes on for about and hour and I am down $120. I have stopped drinking alcohol at this time and I am drinking coffee to sober myself up a little bit and win some of my money back. Sam is with a few people but it's so packed I can't really tell who is with him. He walks over to me and asks if I want a drink and says it's the least he could do since he is going to leave me here broke. This pisses me off and of course my ego takes over and tell him to gently caress off. He gets in my face and asks what I said, I repeat it and tell him to gently caress off. He tells me to settle down and don't be mad because he is kicking my rear end in pool. I tell him that I am really drunk and he is just getting lucky and he needs to stop talking poo poo or I am going to embarrass him. He laughs in my face and says please be my guest embarrass me. I tell him lets up the bet to $50 a game if he thinks he is so good that shouldn't be a problem. At this point I am not shitfaced any more I have recovered quite nicely and I am just back to being drunk. He says no problem I tell him I need to go borrow money from my cousin who is here and him and his friends all chuckle about that. I walk over to my cousin and let him know whats going on. I hand him my bankroll and tell him to come over to my table in a few minutes and give me money and say you better pay me back this time. He says no problem he can do that. I walk back to the table and tell the guy my cousin will be over here in a few minutes to give me some money. He starts laying into me about being a deadbeat and not having my own money and I just ignore him. My cousin walks over pulls out my money clip and slips me a few hundreds and says "I am not waiting 2 months for you to pay me back this time." I assure him he will have his money back tonight. I pull 50 bucks out and tell the Sam lets shoot. I lose the first game so I am down $170 now but the difference is I let him win. I tell him it's this lovely stick I am playing with and I need a different one. The guy says it's not the stick you just suck at pool. I call my cousin over and tell him to run to the car grab my stick and bring it back. I am now racking the balls for the next game and Sam his super cocky. A couple of people have started to watch us now and he is playing it up for them. My cousin walks back in hands me my pool case I take my stick out put it together and let the guy know that the game before is the last game he will win all night against me. He says just because you own your own stick doesn't make you a pool player and I agree with him. Sam breaks makes 3 balls and I run out and scoop up the first $50 bucks. He tells me that the table was wide open anyone could have done that. I tell him to shut the gently caress up and put $50 up because I am just getting started. He gets this look in his eyes and for about 10 seconds I think he is going to punch me in the face but he backs away and pulls out $50 and puts it under his drink. He racks and before he steps fully away from the table I break and the 8 goes in and I let out a little whoo hoo. I point to the $50 tell him thats mine and he needs to rack again. I am only down $70 now and I am starting to feel it. He racks it again I break and miss he runs 4 balls off the table and misses, I get up to the table and run it out and point to $50 under his drink and tell him that's mine. Now I am down $20 and I am in the zone the coffee is strong and has really pumped me up. I tell him lets run it again he puts 50 under his drink I break and run 4 balls he gets up to the table and makes the 8 out of turn giving me another $50. This puts me up 30 and I tell him I am just getting starter hope he brought a lot of money. He walks over to his friends and talks with them a few minutes and says he is done for the night. Now I am pissed because I spent all night trying to hustle this guy and he walks away. I tell him he was talking all this poo poo when he was up $170 making fun of me calling me a deadbeat but now he is running away like a pussy. He gets right in my face and screams "I ain't no pussy!" his friends are holding him back now. I tell him if you're not a pussy then put your $50 up again. He puts it up I break and run and tell him this is too loving easy. He says he is done for the night he doesn't have any more money. I tell him next time he wants to run his mouth make sure he has money to back it up with. His buddy gets right in my face and asks if I have a problem. I tell him yes I have a problem this guy here said he was going to leave me here broke and I have still have a pocket full of money and I am ready to gamble. His friend says to leave it alone and for me to leave. I tell him gently caress that I'm not leaving I am paying for the table I will stay here until closing time. They both walk away and my cousin is terrified. He says aren't you afraid these guys are gonna jump you and I tell him that I am not worried about it stuff like this happens all the time. I tell him I have my gun on me so if anything happens we will be okay. At this time it's about 1 am and they stop serving alcohol at 2 am so I decide to start drinking again. A few of my cousins friends have showed up hoping to watch me gamble but they missed all the fun. Just as we are getting ready to leave Sam's friend comes back over and puts $300 on the pool table and says lets gamble until its all gone. I ask him if he wants to make this quick and put the whole $300 on one game? He says sure and I tell him if he wants he can break because that might be the only shot he has at winning this match. I rack he breaks and runs out 2 balls and I get up to the table run out grab the $300 and let him know that there is an atm here if you want to get more money. He throws the pool stick against the wall and him and his few friends pile out of the bar. A couple of people who were watching this unfold the whole time come up to me and tell me that was awesome. One huge muscle guy said it was the funniest thing he had ever seen and he was waiting for the guy to start poo poo because he would have had my back. I buy him and his friends a round of drinks and me and my cousin head back to his house to call it a night. On the way back my cousin tells me that was the most exciting yet terrifying night of his life. I tell him thats just a regular Monday for me. He laughs and asks me not to tell his wife what happened because she will never let him hang out with me again.
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Another awesome story....when I saw an unread post I was hoping it was something exactly like this! 
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Love reading these, so interesting.
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Crazy month as far as gambling goes for me. Sports booking I am -$1888 and I stopped for the month on that because it's a little higher than the limit I set for my losses on that. I tried to get back even and failed miserably so I shut it down for the month until I settle up with my bookie next week. Poker started out real bad I am down about 2k . I am also down 1k in other forms of gambling, prop bets and things like that. So as of Friday night I was roughly down around 5k for the month in everything except pool which I am up about $400 so all in all I am down about $4500. The owner of my company is a Lebanese guy and because we are always together I have worked my way into being a regular at Lebanese functions and some underground gambling places. I am usually the only white guy there and it can be intimidating sitting at a table with a bunch of guys speaking Arabic mostly but they have welcomed me with open arms and I feel safe there. This game is in the basement of a really popular Lebanese restaurant. They have a game that starts on Friday night at around 11pm and usually doesn't end until sometime Monday morning. It's basically a bunch of local Lebanese buisness owners and other people in the Lebanese community. They play 2/5 with a max buy in of 1k so the game can get really crazy after about 20 hours of play because there are a lot of big stacks in the room. There are 3 tables and people come and go throughout the weekend. I am down alot this month and I am desperate to make some of it back so I figure I have an edge at this game and at least try to win some money back before the month is over. My girlfriend never really gets involved in how much I lose or win she knows and understands that I will go through big swings and its just part of gambling. She knows I won't lie to her and as long as the bills are paid we never have a discussion about what I win or lose. If I win a lot she usually knows it because I spend some of it on her if I lose a lot she rarely ever knows because we just don't speak about it much. I tell her that I am going to the game and might play all weekend, unbeknownst to me I left my spreadsheet open on my computer one night and she saw it and knows how much I am down for the month. She is worried and asks me not to go and just to chill out on gambling for the rest of the month. We get into a fight about it and I leave the house all pissed off because of her questioning me. I get to the game Friday night and I buy in for 1k and I sit there for about 6 hours chipping up and down when I finally catch a break. I have $800 in front of me and I get pocket Queens on the button. The standard raise in this game is $25 so I make it $25 and get 4 callers which is not what I want. The flop comes Q44 and in my head I yell bingo. I hit the flop hard and decide I am going to try and trap some of these guys. It checks all the way around and the next card is a 2. The guy in the small blind bets $50 and 1 guy calls and the next player raises to $200. I go into the tank and try and decide what my next move should be. I am only dead to a guy with pocket 4's and in this situation it's highly unlikely. I decide to call hoping someone else will call and on the turn I can push the rest of my stack in. The small blind decides to go all in for about $600 it gets around to the original raiser and he calls the $600 and I go all in for another $575 making the main pot about $2150. They run the rest of the cards out I turn over my full house and the small blind turns over AA and the original raiser turns over Q4 for a smaller full house and just like that I have about $2150 in front of me. I am at a crossroads now I could leave now and recoup almost half of my losses for the month or I can stay and try to win more. I am still really upset with my girlfriend about the fight we had earlier and to myself I say gently caress it I am going to stick around until I can get back to even for the month or lose it all. I play for another hour or so and it's about 8am Saturday morning when I get a a text from my girlfriend apologizing for what happened. I call her and we talk and she takes full responsibility and says it was none of her buisness and we make up which puts me in a way better mood. Going from extremely pissed off to happy and content with my love life gives me a second wind and I decide to stick it out and hoping I can win some more money to help relive the pain from my horrible month of gambling. I am not drinking this session at all just because it wasn't available at this game but I am having some Lebanese coffee which is strong as gently caress so it's keeping me going for this long session. In my mind I have decided to stay until I get my stack up to at least 4k or I lose it all. I feel like I am the best player at my table and I can win some money. It's now 10 am and I haven't had a hand in a few hours to play so mostly just folding or limping in trying to hit something. My stack is at $1975 and there is only one guy at the table that has more than me and he has about 4k in front of him. I have this little rule that I have always stood buy when playing KK or AA basically I will never fold KK or AA preflop no matter how much money is in the pot. I know it sounds kind of stupid to say you will never fold AA preflop but I added the KK to it and won't fold that preflop either. I will live and die by KK preflop because there is only one hand that is ahead of you in that situation so I feel like in the long run the variance is in my favor. So I get KK in middle position and the pot has already been raised to $75 by a guy with a stack of around $600. I decide to raise it to $350 which basically commits half his stack if he wants to play this hand. He pushes all in for around $600 and I call for about a $1200 pot. He asks me if I want to turn over the cards or keep them covered. I say its up to him and he decides to turn the cards over and I see I am in bad shape when he has AA and I have KK. The very first card I see as the dealer is turning over the flop is a K and and they run the turn and river and I take down the pot thanks to getting lucky on the flop. MY stack is around $2600 and I am feeling pretty good now that I have a big stack in front of me. The guy that I sucked out on and cracked his AA is really upset and has started to make it his mission to get his money back from me. Over the course of the next few hours every time I raise or make a move he is right there reraising me. I usually have to fold because I don't feel like I have the best hand. I make a couple of small calls but don't win any of the hands. At about 1pm I have roughly around $2300 in front of me and I get AK of clubs. I am in first position and I decide to limp in and basically everyone calls until it gets to my nemesis and he raises it to $75 and everyone folds except me I call. At this time we have close to even stacks he had a little more than me but it wasn't by much. The flop is QJ10 with 2 clubs and bingo I hit broadway with a nut flush draw and a royal flush draw. That is a monster hand and I bet $200 and my nemesis gives me a little speech about how I have been playing so aggressive and he has me this time and then he pushes all in. I call in an instant and we have about a $4200 pot brewing. He again wants to turn over the cards and we both turn over cards to reveal we both have AK but I am on a freeroll because I have outs with the flush cards. The turn is a blank and on the river is the almighty 3 of clubs giving me the nut flush. As soon as the club hit the board he jumps back and his chair falls over and he screams "Motherfucker" and the rest of the table explodes. I really have no clue what they are saying because they are speaking mostly Arabic but I could tell that my nemesis was pissed and the other guys were kind of laughing and joking and busting his balls. After it dies down and I scoop the pot the guy looks at me and says "you are a cocksucker" in this real thick Arabic accent. I say thank you and he has about $30 in front of him he gives that to the dealer as a tip and leaves. I play a few more hands but in my mind I am basically just checked out. I am only going to stay for another hour and cash out I got close to being even for the month and I decide not to be greedy and leave. I cashed out for $4161 but left a $61 tip for the dealer so it was $4100 and that leaves me down $400 for the month in gambling with a few days left in the month but I am shutting down. I got lucky at the poker game and decide to take a week or so of gambling and refresh my mind and body. I get home about 3pm and I am dead tired and ready to sleep for a few hours when my girlfriend gets home from work and wants to talk. In my head I am like aww gently caress here we go but she just wanted to let me know she was sorry again for what happened I also apologize for leaving the house pissed off we got some grub and we have some great makeup sex and life is all good again. It's interesting writing all this stuff down for the first time. I keep a spreadsheet for tax purposes but that's only numbers and I usually don't pay attention to my wins and loses for the month until I am with the person who does my taxes rereading all these stories have put a new spin on things for me. I am not hurting for money at all and can handle the swings of gambling like this I just never really sat down and thought about how or why I lost the money and retelling most of these stories makes me do that and it's a whole new perspective on what I am doing. I have been talking to the owner of my company for awhile and I think I am going to buy a majority stake in his Finance company and one of his car dealerships from him. We will be partners but I will have most of the say and he is just ready to move to Florida and retire. If I decide to do that I will most likely clean out about half my savings and on top of that a lot more responsibility which means I may have to cut down on some gambling. I would say 75% of my savings is from gambling so it has treated me well but I think I am at the point in my life where I want to get married and start a family. Purchasing this buisness is apart of that too and I am not getting any younger. I am 35 and she is 25 and has been bugging me about getting married for about a year. Sorry to go all E/N in this post but it's just something that I have been thinking about these last few days and it's partly because I have been posting in this thread that's making me want to make some changes in my life. I can handle the swings but I am not sure my body is going to handle the constant partying and lack of sleep at least thats what my doctor tells me. So in the next few weeks I might be making some life changing decisions which in turn might mean I won't be posting in this thread as much.
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Congratulations on winning back the majority of your losses for the month! Thank you for all the great stories and good luck with the girlfriend!
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Honestly, I'd say you came out miles ahead considering you aren't dead, don't have any serious drug addictions, and can manage a stable relationship. Add in the fact you've kept a stable job, have a ton of stories and large chunk of dough to send your kids to college with...I'd be cashing out too. Good luck, I've enjoyed reading your stories.
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Your stories have been awesome. The ups and downs of your gambling career(?) have been truly thrilling to read about. Your honesty has been really cool as well, and the way you write brings a real tension to your posts. Because this is real life I never know whether you are going to win or lose when I start reading. Good luck in the future, for my own selfish reasons I hope you have a few more stories left though 
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Suddenly this thread too an unexpected turn, but gently caress that. I'll keep reading because you spin some interesting stories and I like your writing style. Keep 'em coming.
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Thanks Jase. It's been great reading your posts, so it's good to know you've got something good out of the experience too - even if it does mean we might not get any more. Good luck moving forward!
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I don't have a story right now but I stumbled across this. It's documentary about the making of The Hustler and it was really fascinating. I don't know how I have never seen this before but I thought I would share it here. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U1MOCyfpAV8
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If you cashed out for $4100 then you were only up $3100 for the session (considering you bought in for $1k). You are still down $1400 for the month unless I misunderstood something. That said, I enjoy your stories and hope you win all the money. You should explain to your girlfriend that poker and sports betting are two very different entities and that being down 2 buy-ins in NL is nothing to blink at. She should start getting worried when you are down $20k in that 2/5 game.
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heyniceperro posted:If you cashed out for $4100 then you were only up $3100 for the session (considering you bought in for $1k). You are still down $1400 for the month unless I misunderstood something. You are correct I was wrong I ended up $-1400 for the month. I was so excited to get close to being back even I didn't calculate my original buy in. In all reality not to sound like a dick but it's really none of her buisness. I pay all the bills they are all in my name except her car payment which she pays herself. She knows that and it's why she apologized in the first place she gets basically a free ride from me so unless she wants to split everything in half she doesn't have much say. There is no way I can say that without looking like a dick but in my mind thats the way it is. Now I am fully aware down the road if we get married things will go from being mine to ours but as of right now the money is mine and I can do what I want with it. I really am a dick.
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I don't think you're being a dick. You have been doing this for so long you are pretty clearly +EV in overall gambling. People who don't do a lot of gambling themselves tend to not understand the swings that will even out in the long term. My situation with my girlfriend is kind of like yours. She is in college and I pay all the rent, bills, whatever. I like to play some poker now and then and if I lose some money I don't think it's any of her business either.
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Oct 3, 2012 20:56
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Come on Jase, we can't go a whole month without an update!
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jase1 posted:.. which in turn might mean I won't be posting in this thread as much. Great thread! Surely simply posting here about stories from years ago wont take up too much time? Its not like you will need to keep gambling in order to provide us with stories! Just posting recollections you have from all your years gambling will be fine. Wish you the best no matter what
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Apologies for lack of updates but I am in the middle of some craziness in my life right now. So as of last update I decided it was time to settle down and not have my life revolve around gambling. I decided I was going to open my own dealership and finance company and when I approached the owner about it he freaked out. His concerns were valid he was afraid of the competition, and a lot of my connections that I use would be going with me, and losing me as an employee. We have talked about this for years but I don't think he ever thought I would do it, and to be honest I didn't think I would either but I am ready. So he decided to take me out to dinner one night and after a couple of bottles of wine we decided I was going to become a part owner of the current company and when he is retired he will give me almost complete control of the company as long as I keep his family a part of the buisness. The cost to me to become part owner will deplete about 2/3's of my savings but it's a very successful buisness and the earnings I will make in the first year based on projections will get me more than enough of that back. So it isn't official yet I still work with the lawyers to get the contracts and all of that poo poo taken care but it's basically set in stone and on Jan 1st I will be officially part owner of the company. My girlfriend and I have been talking about going on a little trip to West Virginia and exploring that state and my roots and catching Bridge day. I don't know if I have said this or not before but my family is from West Virginia originally and they help establish a town called Eleanor. If you go to their website and read about the history and who helped start the town my family's name is mentioned as one of the original families. So to celebrate I decided to use a few days of vacation and go on a trip. We stopped at bridge day first which was amazing. It's the New River Gorge Bridge which at one time was the longest steel singe span arch bridge. What happens is every year a bunch of people base jump off the bridge and its a huge event. They close down the bridge and you park on the side of the road and its an all day festival. We got there just in time to see 2 people get married and jump off the bridge, and a guy in a wheelchair rolled of the bridge which blew my mind. All in all it was a great day. We stopped in Charleston and got a hotel and there is a casino called Mardi Gras in a town called Nitro that is about 10 minutes away so we decided to go have a little fun for the rest of the night. The casino also has a greyhound race track in it so I wanted to bet some dogs because I have only done that once before. We get to the casino and I was surprised at how nice it was, they had 5 dollar tables for every game which is surprising on a Saturday and I gave my girlfriend a couple of hundred to gamble with while I went to check out the poker room. The poker is decent but nothing to great and I could only get a seat at a 2/5 NL Hold em table so I sat down and bought in for $500. I wasn't really planning on a long session just looking for a quick hit and run. 2 hands in I get AQ suited on the spot before the button and the standard raise was 25 so I make it $25. I get one caller who is this smoking hot blond who has about 4k in front of her which means one of two things either she is really good or is getting really lucky I have no clue because I haven't seen any hands from her yet. Before she calls she says to me in this thick southern accent "Sugar, I apologize for what I am about to do to you" and with some quick thinking I say "you can do what ever you want to me and I will never complain" and I get a nice chuckle from everyone at the table. The flop is JJJ she checks and I put a bet out of $50 just to see where I am at and she insta calls before my money hits the felt. The turn is a Q which gives me a full house and I am pretty sure I have the best hand at this point and I decide to bet out $100 and she says all in and I call. She flips over KK to show me the bad news that I am behind but I don't flip my cards over yet. The turn is a J and she starts trying to pull her all in call like she won the pot before I even turn my cards over. I flip my cards and the dealer yells at her to keep her hands of the chips until a winner is declared. The dealer announces that I win with 4 of a kind with an Ace and then it finally dawns on her and she realizes she lost and I scoop a 1k pot and her face turns bright red from embarrassment. Her embarrassment turns to anger in a couple of hands and she starts bitching to the guy next to her about how awful I played the hand. He actually defends my play and said he would make the same move in that situation and then I interject and tell her "what happen to you apologizing for what you were going to do to me" and she just stares a hole through me. About 20 minutes later I get JJ in the big blind with about 1k in front of me and first to act raises it to $25 and gets 3 callers which includes this lady. It gets to me and I re-raise it to $150 hoping to take the pot right there and everyone folds except her. The flop is AJ2 and I flop a set. I check she announces all in and I insta call and this time she doesn't flip her cards over so I don't know where I am at. The turn is a 2 and the river is a K and she proudly flips over her AK for 2 pair and I show my boat and she just launches the cards at the dealer pays me off picks up her stack and walks out. I tell everyone at the table my work here is done and I cash out for about $2200 for a nice profit of $1700 in less than an hour. I find my girlfriend in the highroller slots room. She took the $300 I gave her and doubled it in a $5 dollar slot machine and was ready to cash out and pocket her money. So we walked over to the greyhound racing and decided to get something to eat while I bet a few greyhounds. I know just a small amount about betting horses, enough to make me look like I know what I am doing but not enough to be really good at it and betting the dogs is similar. I mostly just play a couple of trifectas and bet longshots. So we get there just in time for the final two races and I decide I am going to bet my Grandfathers birthday which is 5/27. So I bet a $10 trifecta box on the 5,2,7 on the last 2 races and I then I decide to pick one longshot in each race and put $50 on those. In the first race I put 50 on the #6 dog which is a 23-1 and I lose both bets. The last race I ask my girlfriend which longshot should I take and there is the #1 which is 18-1 and the 4 which is 22-1 and she decides on the #1. The last race starts and the #1 is losing the whole way until the final corner he starts catching up and right before the finish line there is a a bunch of dogs who wipe out and the 1 shoots past them for first place and a nice $900 hit for me. I give half to my girlfriend because she made the call and we both leave happy with lots of winnings in our pockets. We get back to our hotel room and get ready for the second part of our trip and I will post the rest of it when I get time tomorrow. To be continued...
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Are these stories real because [the good parts of] your life sounds amazing.
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Nov 3, 2012 23:55
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I was hoping that your boss would play you a game of pool or heads-up for control of the company, but your story is much better.
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Nov 4, 2012 00:30
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Lone Goat posted:I was hoping that your boss would play you a game of pool or heads-up for control of the company, but your story is much better. This is probably going to be the final scene in the movie about his life
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Part 2 of getting back to my roots. This story wont have any gambling talk so apologies if its boring. The next morning we wake up and after a nice country breakfast I decided to head to Eleanor where most of my family grew up. As we are driving from Charleston my dad calls and I tell him where we are and he tells me to stop in this town call Bancroft which is close to Eleanor and he tells me about this little road that goes up the side of the mountain and you will find a cemetery there were some of our family from the late 1800's and early 1900's are buried. So we get to the this little road that goes up the mountain and all the way at the top there is a cemetery. It has no name and if my dad had not told me how to get there I would have never found it. You have to park on the side of this cliff and walk up a hill and you come to a clearing and it's this small cemetery with no name and has about 20 graves. I find 4 graves with my families name on them and a few of them died in the 1890's and the most recent one was 1942. So it was really cool seeing family from that far back but I know nothing about them. We decide to head back to Eleanor because I want to stop at this Dairy Queen that has the best hot dogs. Every time I have been to Eleanor we stop there and get these hotdogs. I always called them West Virginia hot dogs but no one in WV calls them that. It's a hot dog with mustard, onion, homemade chili and coleslsaw. This is not the same chili that the regular DQ makes it's totally different because it's home made. So we get the hotdogs and joking around with the cashier I tell her the only reason I come here is because of the chili. She looks at me like I'm crazy and we sit down to eat. While we are eating this really old lady comes up and asks me how I heard about this place. I tell her my family is from here and she asks my last name and right away she names off 2 or 3 members of my family that she was friends with. We chat a long time about how Eleanor has changed and then her husband comes out and we talk some more. They pull out this huge photo that was taken in 1983 for a town reunion and they point out my grandparents. I find out that DQ is forcing them to potentially change there chili recipe to the corporate version and they are deciding if they should close down or change. I let them know that my whole family talks about this place and it would be a shame if they have to change because it's such a memorable part of my life. As we are walking out of DQ and saying our goodbyes I see across the street there is a bar and there is this really old sign that says Eleanor Pool and I see the door is open so I stop by to check it out.  We walk in and I see that they have turned into a small bar. It has one pool table and it doesn't look to be open. An old man walks up to me and says they are closed on Sundays and I tell him that I am just visiting because my family lived in this town. He asks who my family was and he right away he knows my grandfather. He calls him "half pint" and proceeds to tell me that is what his nickname was when this use to be a pool hall. He knows about my grandfathers car that he use to drive around in that and asked about it because he always bugged him about purchasing it. I tell him he passed on and we start talking about the old days. He asks me if I shoot pool and I tell him a little bit about me. He says the only pool table they have left from the original hall is that one over there and its 89 years old. He brought his grand-kids up for the day because they love shooting pool so I took a picture of it. That's one of his grand kids in the pic but as you can see it's a really old table.  I tell him all about my life and how I was taught by my uncle Frank to shoot pool at an early age. He tells me that him and Half Pint shot on that very same table for money all the time. They use to run around town together and pan handle for money outside of the local stores and then go into the pool hall and drink and shoot pool and gamble all night. I am overwhelmed by all this and ask him if I can shoot a few games and he lets me. I go grab my stick and when I come back he is pulling his stick out from behind the bar and putting it together. He asks if I want anything to drink and I tell him to give me a Miller High life in honor of my Grandfather. I ask him if he wants to gamble and he says nah lets just shoot for fun. The old man proceeds to whoop my rear end for about 5 games before I decide it's time we have to leave. I was really trying to beat him because of this ego thing and he just kicked my rear end. He was an amazing shot and it was awesome to be able to get back to my roots and shoot a couple of games and drink a couple of beers with one of my grandfathers friends. The old man tells me I should come back sometime during the week when they are open because he is confident that a lot of people knew my grandfather and would love to hear about his life. I have said this before but my grandfather is a piece of poo poo but he is still family and it was great to see where my family name came from. After that we went on a tour of a coal mine in Beckley and then we headed back to Ohio I have pictures of that but I wont post those unless you guys want to see them. All in all it was an amazing trip and I really enjoyed my time spent there. It gave me a new appreciation for my last name that I never had before. Hope this story wasn't too boring. I have a couple of stories that the old man told me and when I get some more time I will post them.
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totalnewbie posted:Are these stories real because [the good parts of] your life sounds amazing. Does it really matter? Just read through this thread and it was highly entertaining. I've never been a big gambler but I've known a couple guys with great winning/losing stories like these. Seen a few happen in front of me and people think I'm full of poo poo when I tell them.
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Hi Jase1, I have never gambled in my life and couldn't care less about poker and pool, but I read this entire thread. Great storytelling...your existence validates in my mind why I could never get into your world. I've seen gambling wreck some people's lives, and I applaud you for your discipline and ability to hold everything together. I think it's incredible that the act of writing has caused such serious reflection in you. You seem like a cool guy for the most part. If you're serious about making these major life changes, are you prepared to lose many of your friends? It seems sort of like NA where the people and the lifestyle go hand in hand, and you could lose the people if you give up the life. Your girl sounds really supportive and clever and if you want each other, I hope you make the ultimate bet. I did in August and couldn't be happier!
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I always love Thanksgiving not for the reasons that most people love it but because the night before Thanksgiving is usually a very profitable night for me and on holidays is when all my uncles together and we gamble, drink and shoot pool all night. Hiphop who is my bookie and the guy who got hustled at darts, his girlfriends birthday happens to fall on Thanksgiving this year so he decided to have a party at Fox and hound our usual spot. On thanksgiving eve the bars are always packed with college kids. I love college kids, especially drunk college kids with money. So me and my girlfriend meet hip and his girlfriend and a few other couples for dinner and drinks to celebrate her birthday. We get there early and enjoy a nice dinner and my favorite waitress Kate was waiting on us. She is this short brunette with huge breasts and the such a bubbly personality and she knows how to hustle guys for tips. When she first started working at the Fox she would always try to flirt and show off her huge breasts to me and the guys I was with. I have nothing against what she is doing but I let her know I don't care about that stuff I just want good service. Once she realized I wasn't going to hit on her every time she walked by we became friendly and over time she has helped me by telling me about guys willing to gamble. Sometimes she will text me that people are looking for action and other times she has even told people that I am looking for action and I come up there and gamble with people. I always tip her extra when she does things like that for me so its a win win situation for both of us. As soon as she saw us she got super excited and knew that it was going to be a fun night filled with lots of drinking and a huge tip for her. I have been told I am a good tipper but hiphop takes the cake when it comes to tips. I have watched him tip people $50 on a $20 tab just because he can. People who have a lot of excess money do weird things with it sometimes. So we get dinner and all through out dinner she just keeps bringing us these free jello shots that they made. They also have Great lakes Christmas ale with a cinnamon coated rim and I am a sucker for Christmas ale. I am already drunk and enjoying my night when at about 10pm this huge wave of college kids get there. The place is packed and you can barely walk through it reminds me of a Vegas club. I have my regular table right by the dart boards and I am just shooting around with a few friends when Kate comes up to me and says a lot of guys are complaining that there are no pool tables. She says she hasn't heard or seen anything about gambling, I tell her that if she talks to some guys who wanna shoot pool send them my way and if they can beat me I will give up the table. I am messing around on the table just shooting hard to make shoots with another guy when this group of 4 guys show up. They are either football players or body builders because they all had on their affliction shirts showing of their pecs and abs and one of the guys reminded me of Rob Gronkowski just a big dumb meathead who could probably kick my rear end with out much effort. The one kid approaches me and says "you the guy who will give up the table if you lose" I tell him thats me and he sees that I am shooting with my own stick and not a house cue. He cracks a joke about me being a hustler and I figure gently caress it he already knows lets just put it out there. I tell him I am a hustler and there isn't a person in this bar that could beat me unless I wanted them too. He asks me if I am for real and I tell him yes. He says so basically you wont be giving up this table tonight and I tell him nope but I am sure hoping people will try to get me to give up the table. He says lets shoot one I wanna see how good you are. I tell him to rack them up and I break and run just like that. His buddies are astonished at what I just did and they start asking me a million questions. They are now fascinated that I am a really good pool player. I talk to them and they kind of became part of our little group for the rest of the night. They are typical college guys getting hammered on lovely beer and just like to party. The one guy who I called a meathead said he was gonna walk around and look for some pussy, his words not mine, while his buddies stay back and we talk about pool and what they are doing in college. About 15 minutes later meathead walks up and says this dude over here shooting pool is talking poo poo. He leads me over and there is this guy, who must be at a group party because they have their own little area sectioned off, and he is shooting pool and talking poo poo to everyone. I watch him for a few minutes and realize he is not all that good. He is a shot maker but uses no strategy in his game. He gets up to the table and hits the ball really hard but he always ends up giving himself a bad leave with the cue ball a lot of the time. Now at this time I am probably 5 drinks in and I don't know how many jello shots and I finished off some margarita my girlfriend didn't like so I am pretty drunk. The guy beats his buddy and says who is the next sucker to play me. I walk forward and tell him I will play him and he looks at me and says you aren't apart of this group. I tell him he's right I was just walking by and saw you talking poo poo about pool and figured I would like to try to beat you. He blows me off and turns around to ignore me. I start to walk over to him and for some reason at that moment the alcohol must have really hit me. I trip over the metal divider that separates the carpet from the tile floor and fall almost face first into the pool table. I catch myself but not before everyone sees me and starts laughing hysterically. This is real I actually did trip and it's not part of the hustle in anyway but it works in my favor. The guy turns around and is laughing at me now and I am laughing too and I tell him are you sure you don't wanna play pool with me? He says no thanks and I tell him that I have $20 that says I can beat you in a game of pool. As I am pulling out the 20 I flash a little of my bankroll to show I have a lot of money on me. He says you are way to drunk you are going to lose. I look at his group of friends and say I got $20 says I can beat anybody here in a game of pool right on cue my girlfriend steps in and starts to pull at my arm. She says it's time to go now you know what happens when you drink to much you always gamble to much. I tell her that this kid is scared of me she again pulls my arm and says lets go I tell her to leave me alone I am just having some fun. I again tell the guy he is afraid of me and to not talk poo poo unless you can back it up. This finally gets him mad and he says he will shoot me for money. We decide to shoot one game for $20 and I tell him if he can beat me I will give him an extra $20 on top of it. He says okay we decide to flip a quarter to see who breaks and I win the break and while he is racking he asks me if I play in a league I tell him no but I know the league rules. We decide on league rules with ball in hand on a foul. At this time Meathead went and got the other 3 guys and all 4 of them are watching me now along with my girlfriend who is playing the pissed off part really well. I get up to break and I don't make a single ball on the break. He gets up and hits 3 balls in and its my turn and I miss my first shot on purpose. He hits another 2 balls in and leaves himself in a bad spot I get up and miss again and he runs out and I lose the first game. I give him the $40 and ask if he wants to shoot again. He says yes I rack them he breaks makes 4 balls this time I get up make 2 balls that were in the way of his so I could give him an opportunity to run out on me next time I miss, I miss on purpose and he runs out. I am now down $60 and I ask him if he wants to go double or nothing on this one and he agrees. I rack again and he doesn't make a ball on the break but I see a shot I could take that if hit correctly will make my ball but also hit the 8 in giving him the win. I take the shot and it works the 8 goes in and I lose again and I am down $120. When the 8 went in his ego must have exploded through his head because thats when the poo poo talking starts flying. He is now playing his pool stick like an air guitar and my plan is working. He is now talking to his friends and they are all watching this unfold. Kate comes over at this time and asks if anyone needs a drink I tell her I will take another Christmas ale and she says haven't you had enough and I tell her I am still standing so no. I ask the kid if he wants to shoot another one this time for $50 he says sure he is only gambling with my money. I rack he breaks and makes 3 balls and misses I make 6 balls and leave him with a tough shot. He misses and I run out much to his surprise. He pays me the $50 just as Kate comes back with my drink. I tell him that I am in the zone now and he is not going to win anymore games tonight so he better quit while he is ahead $70. He says I got lucky one game and it wont happen again. I tell him lets do this I am going to chug this drink and will most likely be passing out soon so while I am still standing lets play for whatever you want. He says no way you can chug that drink. I simply pick up the drink and chug it down like nothing and the college bros all give me a cheer. While I am high fiving them he walks up to me and says lets play for $100 a game. I ask him if he can afford it and he pulls out a wad of money that looks to be a bunch of twenties and a couple of hundreds but I have no clue much. I ask him if he is sure because I have a a pocketful of money and I will take that little roll of money of yours in no time. He chuckles and says you can't even walk a straight line. I proceed to do the sobriety test right there and I say my abc's backwards and fail miserably at both of those tasks but every one gets a kick out of it and I can tell his annoyed now because I am clowning around. He puts the money on the table and says lets play I tell him I only will play with you if your willing to risk all that money in your pocket. He says no way not on one game anything can happen. I tell him fine lets play a few games and whatever you think is fair lets do it. He says the first person to win 3 games and he counts his money and he has $450. I tell him lets just play for the $400 so you will have money to pay your tab he says you really are cocky considering how drunk you are. He puts the $400 on the table I pull out 4 $100 bills and lay them on the table. At this time I ask my girlfriend to go get my stick from across the room so I can play this guy she says with a huge smile on her face "no problem babe be right back". He looks at me with a confused look and asks why do you have your own stick here. Now my plan was to say something smart and funny but to be honest my mind went blank and as soon as I started to say something meathead just blurts out "you just got hustled bro". It's starting to sink in that this kid is about to lose $400 and he quickly changes his mind and doesn't want to shoot. I tell him to late man you put the money down I gave you a chance to back out and you wouldn't now you have to take your beating like a man. He walks over to the table and starts to grab his money when meathead walks over to him grabs the dudes arm and says "yo bro I wouldn't do that if I was you" his hand releases the money and he says lets get this over with. I have no clue why meathead did what he did but I was glad he did because it scared the poo poo out of the kid. My girlfriend came back with my stick and I let the kid break on the first game. He broke and made 3 balls and missed and I ran out on him and I am up 1-0. Now at this time Kate comes back over and hands me a cup of coffee which she usually does after I have had a lot to drink and she sees me start shooting. The kid sees this and almost loses his poo poo because now he knows the waitress is on it too. On the second game I break and make the 8 ball and the kid says I was lucky. I tell him none of this luck it's all skill and he says you wouldn't be able to do it again. I ask him if he wants to bet on it and he shakes his head no and says lets get the last game over with. I break run down to the 8 and he leaves me a tough 8ball shot. I try to make a fancy shot and I scratch on the 8 ball to make it 2-1. He breaks the next game and he runs 3 balls out before he sticks himself in a bad spot. He has no shot and really he shouldn't even attempt one because it only helps me. I tell him there is no shame in picking up the cue ball here and giving me ball in hand because he has no shot. He gets stubborn and says he will figure something out but he isn't giving me ball in hand. He tries to make a 2 rail bank and he gets a good hit on his ball but he put a lot of spin on it and the cue ball spins into the 8 ball and the 8 goes in the side pocket and I win 3-1 and I am up $330 for the night. I walk back to our little area and meathead and his friends are like little school girls laughing and giggling at what just happened. I buy them all drinks with my new winnings and pay my tab and go home drunk and happy with a nice little profit. Part 2 of my Thanksgiving weekend in my next post.
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Nice, thanks for the big update. I love your posts.
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jase1 posted:Part 2 of my Thanksgiving weekend in my next post. Can't wait for that, excellent stories.
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Glad this thread is still around. Finding this thread back in April inspired me to start shooting again, a rough break up pushed me from being a casual player to actually focusing all of my free time on it, and I now have a pool hall that doesn't charge me to play. I'm no hustler by any stretch of the imagination, but I've discovered most APA league players around here have huge egos and little talent. Call them out on being sloppy and money starts to fly. They also hate losing to a guy wearing a pink button down using a house cue.
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Thanks for the hours of entertainment. Whenever I log on and see an update here my day instantly gets better. I was wondering if you could shed some light on your appearance. In some of these stories I imagine a skinny bearded guy in a sleeveless metallica shirt and in others I imagine a clean cut ole chap in a sport jacket and nice jeans. Does your overall look play into the act? And if so do you alter your look to portray a certain role, be it a random drunk guy at a bar or high roller in Vegas? Cant wait till Thanksgiving part 2!
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jase1 posted:Hiphop who is my bookie and the guy who got hustled at darts, his girlfriends birthday happens to fall on Thanksgiving this year so he decided to have a party at Fox and hound our usual spot. Parma or Mayfield Heights? I've spent a lot of time shooting pool and singing karaoke at both, and your stories are more fun for me when I can picture the actual venue. What side of town do you live on?
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Trouzorz posted:Thanks for the hours of entertainment. Whenever I log on and see an update here my day instantly gets better. I have on occasion dressed the part but that was when I was younger. Now a days I am a jeans and button up shirt guy I shave once a week if that and have short hair. I am 6'1" and a weigh about 255 so I am overweight from all the drinking I do I guess a typical goon you would say. You can stick out in certain situations if you go into a dive bar and dress like a buisness man then they will know somethings up. I just don't care about my appearance when I am shooting anymore. Acting drunk or insulting egos is way easier and a lot more fun for me. Acting drunk is the main thing I do now a days. I have perfected it to the point that sometimes when my girlfriend comes home I act like I have been drinking all day to gently caress with her. She gets mad and then I tell her I am kidding and she really can't tell the difference between fake drunk me and real drunk me. Centripetal Horse posted:Parma or Mayfield Heights? I've spent a lot of time shooting pool and singing karaoke at both, and your stories are more fun for me when I can picture the actual venue. What side of town do you live on? It was at the Parma one. You know the 2 tables right by the door you go out to smoke? It was that table right there. I am always at the Fox and Hound it's my spot. I go there so much that most of the waitresses know me by name now. Best tables in Parma, great food and great staff. On Thanksgiving eve the middle floor where the T.V.'s and bar had all the tables cleared out and it was just packed with people, such a crazy night. I live in the Brunswick area which is a suburb of Cleveland for the other people who don't know our area. Thanksgiving weekend part 2... So Thanksgiving day I had 3 separate dinners to go to so I spent most of my day in a food coma watching football and drinking spiced rum. Now on black Friday every year a big group of my poker friends get together and we always use to drive to a Casino and just invade the poker room. Since this is the first year that we have had a casino in Cleveland we all just decided to invade our home casino. There were about a total of 25 people that all decided to go and we all got there about 1pm. While I put my name on the lists of Poker one of my good poker friends Uncle Bob showed up. I can't remember if I have spoke about him in this thread before but let me tell you about Uncle Bob. Uncle Bob worked as a Head accountant for one of the biggest accounting firms in the US. Since I have known him he is retired from there and now just does consulting work for them and makes a poo poo ton of money doing that for very little work. When I was 23 I was playing cards with him at this game on the eastside of Cleveland and the guy I rode with to the card game ditched me. Bob loaned me his brand new Lexus and told to me to return it to him within the week. I asked how he was gonna get home and he said his wife would pick him up. I waited until his wife showed up in an even newer Lexus at about 4am and speed off in my borrowed Lexus and had an awesome week with that car including picking up some girl at a club and banging her in the backseat. I never told Bob that and now that I am thinking about it I might tell him next time I see him. Bob is such a nice guy but a horrible poker player. He will play an Ace all the way down to the river no matter what is on the board. We even gave his poker hand a nickname. If he had an A in his hand we would call it the Schieb and everyone at the table would yell SCHIEB! Bob usually takes quite a bit of berating at the table because he is always sucking out against people and he handles it well but every once in awhile he gets pissed and lays into everyone and its pretty funny. My friend Colin said one time Bob thats why you always go broke and Bob got pissed and said as long I keep getting my consulting checks I wont be broke anytime soon. Bob doesn't usually drink but him and his wife had a hotel across the street and she was shopping all day so he decided it was the perfect time to get drunk. We walked down to the casino bar and had several glasses of scotch when Bob was approached by one of the casino hosts who asked if he was going to play any blackjack today. He said he will be playing only craps today. After the host walked away Bob said he had won 10 grand the other day playing blackjack then on a whim went and put 5k on black at the first Roulette table he walked by and hit so he made 15 grand in one day and the casino was bugging him because he hadn't come back in a few days. He looked at me and said lets go gently caress around with the casinos money today. He said he wanted to play craps and I told him I am not a good Craps player by any means but just tell me what to bet and I will bet. We get to the craps table and my stomach is already hurting form the 3 glasses of scotch I had and I am starting to feel warm and fuzzy so I am getting a nice buzz on. We get to the table and Bob pulls out 10k and I pull out my measly $300 bucks and we start our session of craps. He is explaining his system of how he plays and says it doesn't always work but when it does and you have a hot shooter you can clean up. Bob tells me when the point is 4 or 10 to bet only the inside numbers because odds are those numbers will come up before the shooter hits his point. So I play all the inside #'s and I lose $300 in about an hour. I tell Bob I am done with the Craps and he tells me gently caress that and throws me a $500 chip and says go over to the roulette table and play that on the 1st 12. I play it and it hits and I walk back to Bob with $1500 and he gives me a grand to play with at the table. He says now you can't leave you have more money to gamble with. This old guy becomes the shooter and Bob says he has a feeling that this is going to be a hot shooter. Bob puts $5 bucks down on the fire bet which if it hits it pays 999-1 and bob says just stick with the inside numbers if the point is a 4 or a 10. The guy goes on a crazy hot streak and I end up making about $450 on just the inside numbers and at that moment my texts go off and the poker room has my seat available. I get my chips and try to give bob back the the 1k he gave me to bet with but he refuses to take it. He told me I am a good luck charm and to keep the 1k and I am floored by his kindness and right as I am about to walk away Bob's fire bet hits and he makes 5 grand of a 5 dollar bet and the table goes nuts because there were a couple of other guys who bet it too. We all celebrate and cheer for a few and I walk back to the poker room. I walk into the poker room with about $1500 of the casinos money and go to take my seat at the 2/5 table but right then one of the Floor guys come over to me and said they need a player at the 5/10 table to keep it going would I be interested in playing it. I said sure and I buy in for $1500 and sit down at a table of people I have never seen before which is rare. I play in the poker room a lot so I usually recognize someone at the table but this time I didn't. I play for about 2 hours and don't get a hand and my stack is right about $1500 and I am the short stack at the table by the way. I get QQ on the button and there are 2 limpers and I make it $60 to go and get 2 callers. The flop is AQ9 rainbow and bingo I hit the flop with a set of Queens. Both players check and I decide to check hoping to trap one of them. The turn is another 9 and I hit my full house the guy first to act bets $120, the other guy folds and I raise it to $350 and he pushes all in and I insta call. He turns over AA for a bigger full house and just like that all my casino winnings are gone. That's poker and that ended my day on friday at the casino and I barely spent any money thanks to Uncle Bob. I decided to leave and meet up with my girlfriend to go see a movie and enjoy the rest of the night out and that was my Thanksgiving weekend for the most part.
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jase1 posted:It was at the Parma one. You know the 2 tables right by the door you go out to smoke? It was that table right there. I am always at the Fox and Hound it's my spot. I go there so much that most of the waitresses know me by name now. Best tables in Parma, great food and great staff. On Thanksgiving eve the middle floor where the T.V.'s and bar had all the tables cleared out and it was just packed with people, such a crazy night. I live in the Brunswick area which is a suburb of Cleveland for the other people who don't know our area. Ah, cool. I lived in Parma for years, right at the top of the hill on State Road, where West Ridgewood crosses it. Although I am not a Cleveland native, I did a lot of my growing up, there, and it feels like home, to me. I like hearing stories about the area. I live in Vegas, but all the stories (from you and from others) I keep hearing about the Cleveland Horseshoe are making me feel like I should go back to Cleveland for the gambling action. I think you might have already said, but what cue(s) do you own and shoot with when not hustling with house cues? How do you feel about Cuetec? I like them a lot for a low-to-mid-price cue.
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Does it ever happen where you hustle someone and they ask you for tips about improving their game, or are the egos involved too large?
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Centripetal Horse posted:Ah, cool. I lived in Parma for years, right at the top of the hill on State Road, where West Ridgewood crosses it. Although I am not a Cleveland native, I did a lot of my growing up, there, and it feels like home, to me. I like hearing stories about the area. I live in Vegas, but all the stories (from you and from others) I keep hearing about the Cleveland Horseshoe are making me feel like I should go back to Cleveland for the gambling action. The Horseshoe is awesome but my standards are low. I have been dying for a casino close by for years so I will take what I can get. Speaking to a few of my friends who are grinders at the casino they hate it. They feel like the players are treated poorly in the poker room, the poker staff is confused and the dealers suck. My thinking is it's been open for less than a year give it time and things will run smoothly. Cleveland has a huge poker community so sometimes the players can be quite demanding. I just reached diamond status a week or so ago and I get free valet which is nice that I don't have to worry about getting my free voucher for parking every time I leave. The diamond club room sucks it had a few bottles of water, some small snacks a big screen tv and some couches. I was waiting for a free hand job or something but it's just a room to sit down in and do nothing I guess. My only real complaint right now is Cleveland is a working class town so I would think that on table games the min limit would be $5 or $10 but it's $25 and I have seen them change it to $50 and the table games are still always packed. I don't think Cleveland's economy can sustain those types of limits but thats just my opinion. I use a McDermott cue that is quite expensive and handcrafted and made just for me. I don't usually use it in dive bars when I plan on hustling unless it's for a lot of money then I just use a sneaky pete that I have or a house cue. I don't even know the brand name of the sneaky pete, some guy gave it to me as collateral for money he owed me and I just started using it at home. Cuetec's are great sticks and I use one for my break stick. I see a lot of really good league shooters use them. TheGreySpectre posted:Does it ever happen where you hustle someone and they ask you for tips about improving their game, or are the egos involved too large? Yes it has happened quite a few times. Sometimes guys wanna know how I made a certain shot or how I moved the cueball the way I did and we discuss and analyze the game after. Some people that I gamble with I have become friends with and we will gamble and talk about strategy the whole time. My Uncle Frank will get up to the table tell me what I did wrong and then tell me what I was suppose to do and still kick my rear end. Sometimes guys egos are to big and they feel like it was an unlucky night and they will never improve. I go to a lot of league games because of my girlfriend and see I people shooting and making the exact same mistakes they made 3 years ago. Some people just don't want to learn or improve and they stay the same for all of their life. One thing I do when I watch people in a pool hall is watch how a guy acts after he loses. A really good pool player will setup shots that he missed and try them over and over again until he understands how to make the shot. Bad players will bitch and moan about everything from the table to their stick and never look at how they just made bad shots and wont improve on their game.
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Quick update on life before I post a story. I am now officially part owner of the company I work for. I basically depleted almost half my savings and the owner who is now my partner has basically decided to retire and let me run the company. After we had all the contracts and paperwork drawn up I was in my office looking at my bank account information and I almost didn't go through with it. Seeing half of my life savings disappear out my account made me almost poo poo my pants and I got really sick once I finally hit the transfer button but the amount of work that I had to do immediately after that took my mind off it. I never told my parents about any of this because no matter what I do they never support it anyway and my girlfriend convinced me to go to dinner at their house for Christmas and told my dad all this. His first words out of his mouth was where would I get this kind of money and even though he knows I have money from gambling I don't think he knew that I had saved so much. After we discussed everything he basically spent the last 30 minutes of our dinner telling me how the buisness will fail and it wasn't a wise decision. So I told him to gently caress off handed him his gift (a really stupid expensive pen he wanted) and haven't spoken to him since. They really don't like me because I refuse to follow their religion and no matter how hard I try to show them that I am successful with out their religion it doesn't matter. It's really funny too because when I told my Uncle Frank about all this his wife started crying and he gave me this huge bear hug at how proud he was of me so in the end it all evens out. I also decided to propose to my girlfriend on New Years Eve. I had so many comps from the casino that I worked it out with the hotel across the street to use them for a huge penthouse suite. I had a nice decent size party with all of my close friends and at midnight I proposed to her and she said yes. We are getting married in 2014 because of all the stuff we both have planned for this year we just weren't able to fit it in our schedule. Anyways enough about my lovely parents and love life lets get back to the gambling. College kids will forever be my favorite people to gamble with, they have money, they drink a lot and rich college kids have huge egos. There is this bar called Stir that seems to always attract a lot of college kids during the holidays. It's a 2 level bar and on the first floor they usually have live bands and on the second floor they have 4 pool tables. I was so busy during the holidays that I didn't get much time to shoot pool so I was itching pretty bad to shoot a few games and figured I would head up there and see what I could get into. I head over there around 8 pm to see what was going on and the place was empty. The bartender was playing on his laptop and I asked him if he expected a crowd at all tonight. He said people usually start showing up around 10 and he would have DJ here until 230 am. I figured I would wait a little later and head across the street to this Irish bar called the Public House that a friend of mine owns. He is this old Irish guy who has been drunk anytime I have ever seen him and he is always singing Irish drinking songs. I walk in and Jimmy greets me and asks what I am doing around here. I tell him that I am gonna shoot some pool later but right now I need to drink. He loves Whiskey and says lets break out the Tullamore Dew his favorite Irish whiskey. We drink and catch up on old times I let him know I am getting married and he is excited for me. Basically the whole time we are in the bar no one shows up and it's just me and him sitting in his office drinking whiskey and bullshitting about life. I decide it's time to head over back to Stir and shoot a few games. No one is there and I figure gently caress it I will shoot a few games and then leave. I am just hitting the balls around and I am drunk and bored so I decide to leave. As I walk over to the bar to pay my tab 2 black guys walk in and start shooting pool. I figured I would sit at the bar and wait to see what develops. In about 20 minutes another group of black guys come in and they are all shooting pool together. So I go over to the table that some of them are playing on and I put my quarters down to play next game. They finish their game up and I shoot one of the guys and basically kick his rear end. I wasn't really trying hard it was just the table was setup so easy that any one could have made the shots. For the next 30 minutes or so I beat every guy that comes up to the table. It may have been the whiskey or the fact that I was bored but I felt like antagonizing them a little bit. The next guy who came to the table started to put his quarters in and I made a comment about aren't you guys tired of losing yet and he didn't like it at all. He looks at me and says oh you talking poo poo now? I tell him yeah and it looks like I can back it up too since I have been in control of this table since you guys walked in. He didn't like that and got a real serious look on his face almost like he was mean mugging me. He put his money in and I broke and ran the balls of the table. I yell next and this pretty much enrages him, he says I bet you wouldn't talk poo poo with money on the line. I tell him if that's an invite to gamble I accept and ask him what he wants to play for. He is a little surprised that I wanted to gamble and says he wants to go to talk to his friend. He walks over to their group and they are looking at me now kind of with the same serious look the first guy was giving me. The guy walks back and says he knows a guy that gambles and would I want to play him. I tell him sure and make sure he brings lots of money because he will need it. The guy laughs it off says okay and comes back a few minutes later and says his friend Lance will be here shortly. I keep beating every guy at the table when lance shows up with his own stick and asks if I'm the guy talking poo poo. I tell him thats me and I see you have your own stick so you must be good hope you brought some money to gamble with. He asks how much should we play for and I ask him what he usually plays for. He says he will play for anything so I say lets play for $100 a game he says no problem lets do it and he says I can break. I break and almost run out the first game but miss on the 8, he says that is gonna cost you big time. Instead of making some balls on the table he plays a beautiful safe on me and I realize this guys knows his poo poo right away so I can't gently caress around. I miss and give him ball in hand and he runs out on me. He says lets do it again and he breaks and makes the 8 on the break and I tell him lets do it again. He breaks and runs out on me in the third game to make it 0-3 and I am down $300 just like that. It's about midnight now and I stopped drinking awhile ago and I have no clue how I am gonna beat this guy. In the 4th match he breaks but doesn't make anything and I run out on him to make it 1-3, the next match I break and make 3 balls and he gets up to the table and makes 1 ball and sticks himself with a tough shot so he plays a really good safe on me. I get up to the table and start thinking about what I am gonna do next when I notice that I have a bank shot that I could make and if I do I could potentially run out. Now I take a little bit of time lining my shot and I probably was taking too much time but I didn't care I needed to win this game to get something going. I get up to the table and right as I am about to take my shot one his friends yells out don't miss and it fucks up my concentration and I miss. I tell Lance that was bullshit and his friends should not be doing stuff like that. He tells me to quit whining and runs out on me again. It's now 1-4 and I am down $300. I tell him I need to take a quick piss and while I am in the bathroom I am just fuming. There isn't much I can do, I am outnumbered about 7 to 1 and if I start talking poo poo I am probably gonna get my rear end kicked but the anger in my mind is getting to me and I seriously am thinking about just cutting my losses and leave. After I walk out of the bathroom Lance walks over to me and says hey crybaby you ready to lose some more money. I ignore him and put my money in and rack them up. He breaks and doesn't make anything and I run 2 balls and miss but I leave the cue ball on the rail. He steps up to the table and I notice him staring at his shot a real long time. It's not that hard of a shot he is on the rail and he has to go the length of the table to make a ball but I have no clue what is taking him so long. I say come on man hurry it up take your shot he gets down and takes his shot and misses and it's like a light goes on in my head he doesn't know how to shoot off the rail. I walk up to the table and run out and now I am only down $200. I decide to test my theory out and I break and run a few balls out and leave him with another long shot off the rail. He does the exact same thing and misses it and I run out again and I am only down $100 now. He racks it up I tell him that I am in the zone now and your in trouble he says you still owe me a $100 white boy don't get to cocky. I step up to the table and go right into the zone. I got my confidence back now and I know how to beat this guy and I break and run to make it all even. Being a cocky dick I tell the guy he better stop shooting now or it's gonna be a bad night. He plays it off like it's no big deal and racks them up as he turns around to walk over to his friends I make the 8 on the break and his friends all let out a bunch of ohhs and ahhhs and I tell him to rack it up again. As he is racking I walk up to him and tell him the whiteboy don't owe you poo poo, you owe this whiteboy money now. He says to get out of his face and I beat him the next game putting me up $200. The guy is in complete meltdown mode now. He is bitching at his friends if he misses a shot he is bitching about the table all the while all I have to do is leave the guy on the rail and a long shot and he misses it every time. I win the next 4 games to put me up $600 and I tell him anytime he wants to quit he can because I can do this all night. At that point I think I really got to him and he screams at the top of his lungs to shut the gently caress up. It gets real quiet and all his friends are just staring at him and he is staring at me with these red furious anger eyes like he wants to stab me. I tell him to calm down and he looks me dead in the eye and says don't ever loving tell me what to do white boy. I back up apologizing and tell him if he wants to play another one then rack em up. He says nothing walks over and starts racking I tell him I have to piss and walk downstairs pay my tab and get the gently caress out of there. I was way outnumbered my gun was in my car and if I stayed any longer I was gonna get a beat down for sure so I walked away with $600 and it could have been more but I pushed him a little to hard. At least I didn't get stabbed!
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Congratulations on your proposal, and a good story, I try to imagine that he was very pissed that you never came back.
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jase1 posted:Quick update on life before I post a story. I am now officially part owner of the company I work for. I basically depleted almost half my savings and the owner who is now my partner has basically decided to retire and let me run the company. After we had all the contracts and paperwork drawn up I was in my office looking at my bank account information and I almost didn't go through with it. Seeing half of my life savings disappear out my account made me almost poo poo my pants and I got really sick once I finally hit the transfer button but the amount of work that I had to do immediately after that took my mind off it. I never told my parents about any of this because no matter what I do they never support it anyway and my girlfriend convinced me to go to dinner at their house for Christmas and told my dad all this. His first words out of his mouth was where would I get this kind of money and even though he knows I have money from gambling I don't think he knew that I had saved so much. After we discussed everything he basically spent the last 30 minutes of our dinner telling me how the buisness will fail and it wasn't a wise decision. So I told him to gently caress off handed him his gift (a really stupid expensive pen he wanted) and haven't spoken to him since. They really don't like me because I refuse to follow their religion and no matter how hard I try to show them that I am successful with out their religion it doesn't matter. It's really funny too because when I told my Uncle Frank about all this his wife started crying and he gave me this huge bear hug at how proud he was of me so in the end it all evens out. I also decided to propose to my girlfriend on New Years Eve. I had so many comps from the casino that I worked it out with the hotel across the street to use them for a huge penthouse suite. I had a nice decent size party with all of my close friends and at midnight I proposed to her and she said yes. We are getting married in 2014 because of all the stuff we both have planned for this year we just weren't able to fit it in our schedule. Anyways enough about my lovely parents and love life lets get back to the gambling. Good luck, man! You have goon support.
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I cant remember if this has been asked/answered in the past 14 pages but how many times have you felt threatened to the point where you or your body guard needed to pull your gun to get out of dodge safely? Has a bar ever banned you for that type of thing?
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Congrats on the engagement and buying into that business! I just hope the two don't interfere too much on the hustling 
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Hit the bad beat jackpot at the casino tonight. My quad 4's lost to quad K's and I made a around 15k after taxes. A friend who was with me hit a slot machine for 2k so we walked out of there with alot of the casinos money and I won a nice bet on the pats game tonight. I will post the whole story tomorrow I am to drunk right now to put proper sentences together.
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