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(just wanted to note that bbj are usually taken from player pots anyway, but still, nice score!)
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They gave you the bad beat jackpot for that? drat AC casinos are way to strict with this, you're basically looking at at least quad K's vs quad A's to cash in.
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Jase, you're a dick, but a lovable one. Really enjoying your stories and congratulations on the proposal and business!
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silvergoose posted:(just wanted to note that bbj are usually taken from player pots anyway, but still, nice score!) That is true but this casino takes a $6 rake per hand and $1 of that rake goes into the BBJ so really it is the casino's money and technically all money that you get from a casino is taken from players anyways otherwise they wouldn't be open. Arakan posted:They gave you the bad beat jackpot for that? drat AC casinos are way to strict with this, you're basically looking at at least quad K's vs quad A's to cash in. Yeah the criteria for the BBJ at this casino is losing with Aces full and you must play both cards in your hand. They split it up between the whole table with the loser getting 40 percent, the guy who put the bad beat on you gets 25 percent and then the rest is split between the players at the table as long as they were dealt a hand. Funny story regarding that, about 6 years ago I went to this casino in Indiana called Argosy (its now called the Hollywood I think) and they had a BBJ and I went to take a piss and came and sat back down in the middle of the hand and a guy had quad 9's and lost to a straight flush. We were all pumped and after about 30 minutes they came over to me and said I wasn't getting a cut because I did not receive a hand at the table. I was super pissed off but it's the rules and I get it. I think I would have got around 7k when that happened. So all weekend I knew the casino would be hopping and my girlfriend was out of town planning her friends wedding so I figured I could play as much poker as I want and watch football and get hammered. I got there Friday night and sat down at the 2/5 table and played for about 12 hours and made a disappointing $50 so a few Friends and I went to use our player comps at the breakfast buffet. After I ate breakfast I went back to the tables and played until about 1 pm and decided I was going to go home. I was down about $700 at the poker tables and walked over to the Poker room manager and told him I was heading out. He asked if I would be back and I told him I was beat and would probably go home. He said gently caress that and said wait here, 10 minutes later he came back with a room key for the hotel across the street and told me get some rest take a shower and come back for the playoffs because it would be packed. I went to the hotel room and slept for about about 3 hours, showered and headed back over to the casino. Every poker table except 1 was filled with people and they were guys that I hadn't seen before so it had to be a bunch of fish coming in to watch the games. I played all day Saturday and bet on the football games. In sports betting I made $185 and in poker I made $400 so I wasn't down that much in gambling for the weekend. After they cut off alcohol early Sunday morning I met up with a good friend of mine who also happens to be my pot dealer and I went to his house to continue the party. We smoked some crazy hash and I got really hosed up and passed out on his couch until about noon on Sunday. I was feeling like poo poo but figured I had to go back to the casino and try to grind out a profit and I played horrible all day. I was down $1500 when I get pocket 4's. I limped in and the guy on the button raised and I called (which at the time is such a lovely play but I was trying to do anything to change my luck). The flop was 44K and I was pumped, I checked and the other guy bet now in my circle of degenerate poker playing friends the consensus has always been if you have a hand that would qualify for the BBJ you should always either check it down or check call all the way down. So I just called and the turn card was a 10, I checked again and this time the guy went all in and I called. When the cards were flipped over he had KK for a full house and I had the quad 4's. A guy at the table yelled out K on the river and we are all gonna scream and right then the dealer turned over the river card and it was a K and the table went crazy. I was so exhausted and drunk that I didn't even realize what had happened at first. Then I the dealer yelled we have a jackpot winner and the floor came over and stopped play. They had to count all the cards and then said they had wait from the eye in the sky to make sure no funny buisness went on. They took me and the guy who beat me in the hand in to a back room gave us some tax forms and I waited for about 30 minutes to an hour before they gave me the cash. I put 5k of it on credit at the casino so I can play there anytime without having to bring in money and the rest will be going into my wedding fund. I also hit a nice parlay on my sports betting on the Patriots and over for about +168 so a great weekend for me as far as gambling goes. Getting up this morning for worked sucked rear end but it was all worth it.
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Can someone explain what a BBJ is? Trying to figure it out from the story; but, it isn't making sense. You essentially lost the hand but still won?
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Jan 15, 2013 20:14
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c355n4 posted:Can someone explain what a BBJ is? Trying to figure it out from the story; but, it isn't making sense. You essentially lost the hand but still won? Bad Beat Jackpot. Typically, $1 is taken from pots greater than a certain amount, with at least 5 or so players dealt cards, and the jackpot is hit whenever anyone loses with a big hand to another big hand. The specific requirements vary casino to casino. Foxwoods, for example, requires quad 8's to lose, and both players must use both hole cards and it must be a pocket pair for quads. So, pocket 8's making quads losing to pocket Q's making quads would qualify. Loser of the hand wins half of the jackpot, winner a quarter, the rest split among the rest of the table, usually. Sometimes the casino keeps some of it for the next jackpot just so it doesn't go down to 0.
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Jan 15, 2013 20:19
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The BBJ money is built up from all the tables in the casino over time. The winner of the hand with the 4 kings still wins the hand and gets the money on the table.
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My Grandmother passed away last Wednesday and we had the funeral Saturday then woke up early Sunday morning and my uncle Frank transported the body to West Virginia in a van and we had a grave side service before she was buried. She is buried right next to my Grandfather in a town called Montgomery and it's on the side of a working coal mine. This is about an hour from Charleston and there is a casino near there called Mardi Gras that I have went to a few times in the last couple of years. This time my whole family was with us and we all decided to stay at the casino including my parents which was quite interesting. After the grave yard service we went and checked into the hotel which for a small casino I was impressed with how nice the rooms are. My girlfriend decided to go shopping at a couple of outlet stores with my cousins wife and a couple of the aunts so me and my Uncles Frank, Mike, Bill and his son my cousin Joe decided to hit the casino for the night and party it up. All my uncles were pretty shook up by the passing of their mother because she was such a kind person so I knew there would be lots of drinking. We started drinking at the hotel bar and ate dinner there then moved into the casino. I stopped at the roulette table and wanted to play my grandmother and grandfathers birthdays which are 14 and 26. I bought in for $500 and quickly went through that at the roulette tables. My Uncles and cousin all decided to play blackjack and I decided to go play poker. The only table that was open was a 1/2 no limit game with a max buy in of $500 so I sat at that table. I bought in for $500 and could not get anything going no matter what cards I got I either made a bad play or someone had a better hand. My stack got down to $39 and I pushed all in preflop with AQ and ended up tripling up to $120. The very next hand I got AA and I raised it $12 preflop and got 1 caller who was this Asian guy who was playing so aggressively I thought I could trap him with my AA. The flop came down A59 with 2 clubs and I hit a set of aces, the Asian guy pushed all in immediately and I called and he had a flush draw and it didn't hit so my stack was now about $240. I sat around and folded for another hour or so when I got A5 suited on the button and I made it $7 to go and got one caller. It was this older looking hillbilly who had about 3k in front of him and had been bragging to all the people who would listen that he had been there for 36 hours. The flop was AJ5 and I hit 2 pair and he checked and I checked. The next card was a blank and he bet 30 and I called. The river was another blank and he bet 60 and I raised to 120 and he thought about for a long time then called. I showed him the 2 pair and he was pissed that I trapped him. He even called me a peckerhead and said keep playing like that and he will take all my money. I laughed it off and raked in my chips. I now had a stack around $400 and I noticed this guy was desperately trying to stack me. If I raised a hand he would either call or reraise me and I just kinda steered clear of him waiting for my chance to get into a big pot with him. I was winning a few small pots here and there and I got my stack up to around $650 when I get AA again. I was in middle position and I raised to $12 and the peckerhead guy re raised it to $50 and one other guy called. I thought about for a good amount of time I was trying to decide if I wanted to reraise again or call and see what happens. The guy looked at me and said quit holding up the game and make a decision already. That pissed me off and I looked at him and said ok I am all in. He called and the other guy folded and he asked me to turn my cards over. I told him I never turn my cards over until the river and he just glared at me. The board ran out with nothing too dangerous and I flipped over my AA. He got pissed and slammed his cards on the table and said that's bullshit. I asked to see his cards and he refused to show them. The dealer said I had a right to see them and she flipped them over to show pocket 9's. The table was in shock that he would risk that much on just a small pocket pair and he basically turned against the whole table. That put my stack around $1300 and I just sat there playing small hands while the peckerhead guy continued to spew chips. In a matter of 2 hours his stack went from 3k down to about $400 and he just refused to walk away from the table while he was on tilt. I have been in his position and it just sucks knowing you could still leave with some money but you are so angry that you just stay and play bad. About 1:30am it was just me and 3 Asian guys and the peckerhead guy at the table, at this casino they break the game up when it gets to 4 players so if one more person left my poker night would be over as we were the only table left playing in the poker room. My stack is probably around $1500 at this time and I am really drunk on multiple rum and cokes and shots of patron from an older guy at the table I was talking too earlier in the night. All my Uncles and my cousin Joe come stumbling into the poker room looking for me. My uncle frank had made about $700 at blackjack and my cousin Joe won about $500 on slots so they were just wandering around the casino drinking and making trouble. The poker room has a bar right in the middle of it so they sat down their while I played and continued drinking. I walk over to them and tell them what happened and I am making fun of the guys accent that called me a peckerhead. So now everyone in my family just keeps repeating peckerhead while we are laughing and using southern accents. I sit back down at the table and I am planning on leaving soon since my family is there. I get 72 of clubs and declare I am going to raise it to with the worst hand in poker. Pecker head guy calls and the flop comes down 772 and I crack up telling the guy to just fold now if you know whats good for you. He makes it $25 and I tell him if you want we can just push it all in now because I am not folding and he says that's fine by me. I push all in he calls and we have another huge pot between me and him. I hear one of my uncles shout watch out you peckerhead I think he has you this time. The cards run out and the guy turns over his cards and says "I got you this time peckerhead!" he has pocket 2's for a fullhouse I look him dead in the eye and say "nope" and turn over my 72 to show I have a bigger full house. He slams his fist on the table and yells out "floor". The floor comes over as I am stacking my chips and he tells the guy that these guys with me are making a scene and they shouldn't be in here. He asks me whats going on and I tell him the guy is pissed because I have beat him several times in a few hands and I just stacked him. I told him those guys are with me and we were making fun of him for calling me a peckerhead. The guy says he never said anything like that but one of the Asian guys speaks up and vouches for me and says the other guy was being an rear end in a top hat. The floor says sorry there is nothing we can do they are customers just like you and the guy gets up slams his chair into the table and walks out. The game breaks up then and I go to the cage to cash out I have about 2k now and it turned out to be a nice little comeback from $39. As the cashier is counting my chips we see the guy standing waiting for the elevator and my Uncle Mike yells out "Us peckerheads will see you tomorrow" and the guy gives us the finger. After we leave the poker room I decide to head back to the roulette table and I buy in for $100 and I am going to keep betting my grandparents birthday. I get down to my last $20 and I put $10 on 14 and $10 on 26 and it hits and I make I get $350. So all in all it was a very sad weekend but as far as gambling goes it was an amazing weekend and it was nice hanging with the whole family at once. We all ate breakfast in the morning and I decided to pay for everyone considering my great night at the tables. We must have sat there for 3 hours just talking and reminiscing about the family and my grandparents and it was such a great weekend considering how sad everyone was that she passed away. Edit I forgot to add a picture I took. Sorry about my finger in the picture but I was wasted and this is when my stack was at about $650 or so.  jase1 fucked around with this message at 20:59 on Jan 31, 2013 |
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So how does "pretty shook up by the passing of their mother" turn into "hit the casino for the night and party it up"?
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Doctor Malaver posted:So how does "pretty shook up by the passing of their mother" turn into "hit the casino for the night and party it up"? Honestly, that seems like a good way to celebrate someone's life, by living.
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I guess you don't know any degenerate alcoholic gamblers
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Doctor Malaver posted:So how does "pretty shook up by the passing of their mother" turn into "hit the casino for the night and party it up"? I think it was exactly what my family needed. We were all together for a few days which is really rare and we all swapped stories of her life and how she made an impact. Watching my uncles ball their eyes out at the funeral was surreal because I have never seen any male in my family cry. I don't know how other people do it but every funereal I have ever been too afterwards we go out and celebrate their life by having a few drinks and reminiscing. Also I may be a degenerate gambler but I don't think I am an alcoholic.
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This thread really made me want to buy a pool table. I don't have the space 
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Jase, I've been following this thread since it started and wanted to say thanks for keeping it going, I basically never get tired of reading your stories. I suck at pool, but I used to play a fair bit of poker. I got just about good enough to know I'm going to be the fish at any decent table. Still love playing both with friends when I get the chance though.
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Just a quick story and not much too it. I went to the casino Friday night with a friend who was in town from Pittsburgh. He is a regular at the Rivers casino and he had Cavs tickets and came into town for that. When we got to the poker room he decided to play some 5/10 and sure as poo poo Russell Westbrook from the Oklahoma City thunder was at the table. My buddy is a huge cavs fan and was giving him a tremendous amount of grief by telling him that Kyrie Irving was a much better point guard then him. He told him not to be talking poo poo about a team that can't do anything without Lebron. He said the only nice thing about Cleveland is this casino and he would never come play for a city like this. Neither of us won any money I lost about 1k at roulette and he lost about 2k at the poker tables but the best part of the story was when I watched the Cavs game the next day and Kyrie dropped like 35 points on the Thunder and the Cavs won by 5. I highly doubt Westbrook thought about my friend talking poo poo but it was awesome that the Cavs won that night my friend has been going around telling people he jinxed the Thunder that night.
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Sorry if this has been answered before, but what's the average size table you play on? 8'? 9'? I'm looking to pick up a table and I kind of wanted to get an average size, whether that be pro or not. I'm pretty sure tourney tables are 9'? Any information would be great! Thanks!
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Feb 7, 2013 20:31
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Every bar I go to has a different size pool table I prefer to play on a big table because then I have more room to move the cue ball around and it's easier on a smaller table for less skilled players to make shots. I have 9' pool tables in my basement but the average size would be 8' because really the majority of pool tables you will see are either 7',8' or 9' so stick with an 8' and you should be good.
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jase as far as playing drunk what do you think? Personally I make ridiculous jump shots when I've had a few that I would never try sober. Do you think you play better when drunk and you take more risks or are you still in your right mindset and always thinking about the right shot?
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Bearnt! posted:jase as far as playing drunk what do you think? Personally I make ridiculous jump shots when I've had a few that I would never try sober. Do you think you play better when drunk and you take more risks or are you still in your right mindset and always thinking about the right shot? I play my best when I am buzzed which means about 4 or 5 rum and cokes and I am comfortable and in the groove. When I am really drunk I shoot well but I make some mistakes that I normally wouldn't make especially if my vision is blurred and I don't think as much which can be a bad thing or a good thing depending on what happens. 3 or 4 drinks a couple of Vicodin and couple of bong hits and I get the warm and fuzzies and pretty much I will play perfectly. There is this guy I have played with named Bob Z who is such an amazing pool player but only after he is drunk on whiskey. If he is sober and starts shooting right away he beats himself by over thinking things and over analyzing each shot he takes. He plays best when he is drunk, loose and in a great mood and not thinking about shooting just doing it. Now when I go into a bar and I feel like I am the best player in the bar sometimes I really don't care about getting too hammered because even when I am shitfaced I can still shoot better than any guy in the place most of the time. That is when it is really fun because I keep drinking and I stumble around, can't hold the stick, slur my speech but can still make shots and sometimes guys just get so pissed off because they can't believe they are losing to me. If for some reason I was going to be playing for a really large sum of money then I don't think I would get drunk but I would have a few drinks to loosen me up. This weekend in Cleveland is an APA cash cup which is basically teams pay some money to enter then play a big tournament all weekend. My girlfriends team is entering the tourney and we are getting a hotel for the weekend. I have heard some rumblings that a couple of money players are coming into town for this so maybe I will have a few pool stories after this weekend is over.
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Just caught up on this thread, and wanted to say thanks for all of the good stories. As someone who is a complete chicken-poo poo when it comes to gambling, all of the tales of being up 4k, down 2k seem extra crazy to me.
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I didn't see it answered already so apologies if it already has been, but what sort of table do you have at home? I imagine a fairly decent one since you say your family has always been into it, I've been pricing them up in case I happen upon a new place with enough space (someday ) but man they are pricey. Maybe a used table wouldn't be the worst idea.
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I have 2 tables in my basement and one in a warehouse that I store vehicles in. They are Diamond pool tables and are from the 2001 World pool open. I love those tables and they will last forever as long as I get the felt changed every few years. Purchasing a pool table is a weird decision because so many people sell lovely tables. They are really pricey but your best bet is to go on Craigslist and buy a used one cheap then pay a guy to fix it up.
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Do you spend much time practicing on them or do you just play in public a lot?
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thylacine posted:Do you spend much time practicing on them or do you just play in public a lot? I probably shoot on the ones in my house 3 or 4 times a week especially during football season. I had people over to watch the games and we were always shooting on them. After football season I am not home as much and usually still shoot on them 3 or 4 times a week.
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Hope the double post is ok but I have some pretty good stories from this past weekend at an Cash cup tourney that my girlfriends team played in. Cash cup is a tournament that the APA puts on a few times a year and it is usually packed with pool players. This year they held the tourney at the Crowne Plaza and I got a hotel for the weekend because I was planning on being there all weekend long gambling drinking and supporting my girlfriends team. My girlfriends team actually won the tournament and it was her first pool trophy and she was so excited about it she even went to the store and bought a new case for it and everything so she could put it next to some of my older pool trophies that I have set up in our basement. We also decided to celebrate Valentines day at the hotel this weekend so I surprised her with all her favorite things and some gift cards to her favorite makeup place. We finally got to the hotel room at 5pm and I brought out one of her favorite bottles of wine. I hate wine and don't drink it a lot but I figured I would since it was readily available and the drinks in the hotel were pretty expensive. We polished the bottle of wine off in less than 30 minutes and I was feeling a nice buzz. We walked down the ballroom where the tourney was being held and we sat over by her team watching one of the players shoot. She is on a really good team I knew they would do well this weekend so I was excited for her. During one of the matches my Uncle frank showed up and said he heard there was going to be a lot of money players in town later so he was going to try and get some action going. He had just got back from Puerto Rico and bought me 3 bottles of this Don Q rum from PR that I love. We decided to head up to the room and make some drinks while he told me about his trip. So we hang out for awhile bullshitting when my girlfriend comes up to the room to tell me they won their first match and it was about 11pm and the room was starting to clear out. Frank and I took our sticks and walked down to the pool room to look for some action. I talked to a couple of people who said no one was really gambling yet it was mostly tournament players so me and Frank started shooting each other. This guy I had never met before came up and put his quarters down because he wanted to play the winner of our next game. my uncle told him this is a gambling only table and if you aren't ready to gamble go to another table. The guy said I am looking for Frank and everyone said he was shooting at this table. Frank said thats me and why would you be looking for me? The guy said that he has been on the road playing and whenever the conversation about Cleveland is brought up Franks name is always the first to come up. He said all he ever hears is how no one can beat Frank so he figures it's time to take a shot. Frank looks at me smiles and walks over to me and asks me if I want in on this. I asked him if he knows who the guy is and Frank says he has no idea who the guy is but he will be able to know after the first few games if this guy is legit or not. I say ok and tell Frank I will stake him half of what he bets and Frank walks back to the guy and tells him that he will play him. The guy says he wants a few warmup matches first before they start gambling and they also decide to play for $500 a game. The guy says he will be back in about an hour to play and me and Frank continue shooting around. About 30 minutes later the guy comes back with his stick and is ready to shoot. They decide on playing 9 ball and Franks says the guy can break. This guy is really funny looking he is bald, half his teeth are rotted out or missing he has tats up and down his arms including a few on his face so I assume he was in prison. His pants are too big for him and everytime he bends over the table his rear end crack hangs out. He just doesn't look like a big time money player but he pulls out his money wad to stick $500 on the rack and it looked like he had probably more than 10 grand on him in 100 dollar bills. I tell Frank this guy has money so if he can go easy on the guy at first because this is a chance to win big money. So for this story I decided to name the guy asscrack and when he breaks in the first game he sinks the 9 on the break and wins the first game. No big deal that can happen to anyone and I'm not worried. Asscrack breaks again on the second game and runs out the rack and we are down 1k just like that. Frank says he thinks this guy can shoot so he isn't going to gently caress around like we planned. Asscrack breaks again and runs it out to the 5 ball and makes a nice combo shot on the 5, 9 and sinks the 9 ball to win the third game without Frank ever stepping up to the table. Now I am starting to sweat it a little bit but Frank says don't worry as soon as he gets a chance he is not going to miss. I trust my uncle, he has never let me down and he knows that when he is being staked not to gently caress with the other persons money. 4th game and he finally misses and Frank gets up to the table. I am not sure if he is nervous or what but he miscues his first shot and gives asscrack ball in hand and the guy wins the 4th game. We are down 2k in less than 30 minutes and I start to panic. I pull Frank aside and tell him I can't lose much more so if you are loving with him step it up now because a few more losses and I am tapped out of money. Frank says don't worry about it I got this and walks up to the table to rack them again. At this point the guy takes a picture of Frank on his cell phone and Frank asks him what is he doing. Asscrack says he wants to remember this moment and show everyone how the mighty Frank is his rack bitch. This sets Frank off and he walks up the guy grabs his phone and says either delete the loving picture or he will smash it to pieces. The guy gets right in Franks face and tells him to give him his phone back or he will be sorry. This all happened so fast that I had no clue what to do so I grab Frank by the arm pull him away and tell him that their is money on the line right now so go take a smoke break and I will talk to the guy. Frank looks right at asscrack and lets him know that he just got saved by his nephew and walks out of the pool room to go outside to smoke. I walk up to the guy and try to smooth things over. I just tell the guy he is already taking his money there is no reason to rub it in could he please just delete the picture and get back to shooting pool. The guy was reluctant at first but he finally cools down and says okay no problem he will delete it. Franks comes back in about 20 minutes later still red faced and ready to kick the poo poo out of someone when asscrack walks up to him apologizes and says he deleted the picture. I figure thats a pretty cool move and I am surprised he did it but Frank on the other hand tells the guy to gently caress off. He looks him dead in the eye and says here is the deal you have 2k of my money and half of that belongs to my nephew and I plan on playing you until I am broke or you are broke and I don't really give a poo poo about apologies, and if I leave here broke I will follow you to the parking lot and beat the poo poo out of you and take all your money and you will be broke. I step right in between both of them and tell Frank to chill out and no one is going to beat up anyone lets just continue gambling. Asscrack tells Frank to rack them and Frank racks them and asscrack misses on the break and Frank runs out on him to put us only down $1500. Frank wins the next 3 to put us back at even and asscrack grabs his case breaks down his stick and says he is done playing for the night. Frank asks him why and he says he just lost to frank on purpose and let him win his money back because he is not going to get jumped in the parking lot. Frank says smart move and he better get the gently caress out of here now or he still might catch an rear end beating. We break even for the night and we stop at the hotel bar to have a few drinks. I ask Frank if the guy was really beating him straight up and for the first time in my life I heard Frank say a guy was better than him. Frank said the only way he knew he would get his money back was if he threatened the guy so that's exactly what he did. He said when he got in the guys face he could tell he was scared shitless so he knew he could get the guy to dump the games until he got his money back. I was astounded and couldn't believe what I was hearing. My Uncle Frank who is a pool God to me was admitting that someone was better than him and he had to resort to cheap tactics to get his money back. Frank asked the bar maid how much for the bottle of Glen Levit scotch and he paid her and we sat in the bar with the bottle of scotch drinking it until it was gone. Frank was pretty depressed because he just doesn't lose and I think he was realizing now that he is getting older he can't drink and shoot like he use too. We walk back to Franks room and he gives me my 1k back and basically falls face first on the bed and passes out. I head back to my room but realize I am so drunk on scotch that I have no clue what my room # is. I keep thinking it was 138 and I try my key card and it doesn't work. So I wander the hallways passing the front desk a few times when the hotel clerk asks me if I am lost. I tell her I am way to drunk and have no clue what room I am in. She finds my room # which is 148 and I head back to my room. That's the last thing I remember until I wake up the next morning to the sound of my girlfriends hair dryer. I get up and walk into the bathroom and she asks me what the hell happened last night. I explain to her what happened with Frank and then how we polished off a bottle of scotch and how drunk I was. She looks at me and says you don't have to tell me how drunk you were. She says I basically kicked the door open said hello my love in an British accent ripped my clothes off and kept trying to have sex with her. She said my breath reeked so bad of booze and there was no way she was giving it up. She said I bothered her for 20 minutes about it until she yelled at me to shut up then I passed out. We met Frank for breakfast the next morning and I told him what happened and he said he was sorry about the way he acted and he won't pull anything like that again with me. It was all good and I told him it wasn't a big deal but if he would have went outside to beat that dudes rear end I would not have backed him up he said he wouldn't have needed backup but he understands. After breakfast I decided to go back to the room and sleep a little bit more because I wasn't feeling well. Day 2 of the pool tournament will be my next post...
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Feb 18, 2013 22:37
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I love that you polish off 1/2 bottle of wine, a couple rum cocktails, whatever you drank while Frank was playing, then a 1/2 bottle of scotch for a nightcap, and then you you wake up in the morning to the godawful sound of a hairdryer and the extent of your hangover is "not feeling well."
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Feb 18, 2013 23:12
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Threatening violence when you're losing your rear end is petty as all hell, but hopefully it was the booze talking. A miscue on the first shot is odd for someone as good as he is. I don't see why he can't maintain his skill level if he just tones it down on the booze, I play a lot of very experienced older guys and they always tell me you can lose your touch a little bit, but it mostly comes down to adjusting your booze intake. SF's league champions a few years ago was a team of all 60+ guys and one of them had some absurd shooting percentage where I think he only missed a couple shots all season. Cool recap though, I actually read that whole post as it was thoroughly interesting. I know I can make some of the craziest 2-3 rail banks or 3-4-ball combos when I'm plastered, but it's also the only state where I'll miscue. I still drink when I play because I need some liquid courage, but I try to pace the booze if I'm in a tourney. The tourneys out here in the Bay Area are really boring though, usually $50 pots :\. I coast through most of the 8-ball tourneys, especially when playing bar rules, but I don't own my own table so I don't get to practice 9-ball very much (you'll never convince me that paying $1 for 9 balls is a good idea).
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Feb 19, 2013 06:28
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Is it normal to let him keep racking like that? It seems a bit silly to gamble on games but never let your opponent get a shot off. He was up 4 games and your uncle didn't even play....its like...weird to me for someone to allow that with money in the line.
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Feb 19, 2013 22:47
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Winner breaks. Kind of like how in basketball winner gets outs. Though I guess you could agree on something else.
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Feb 19, 2013 23:05
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I don't think there's anything remotely petty about saving yourself 2 grand.
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Feb 20, 2013 16:06
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It's pretty bush league to lose to someone better than you then threaten them with violence to get your money back.
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Feb 21, 2013 01:10
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Phil Moscowitz posted:It's pretty bush league to lose to someone better than you then threaten them with violence to get your money back. This thread is all about hustling people at the pool table... The uncle knew he could not win and yet still walked out even.. Sounds like a successful hustle to me.
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Feb 21, 2013 02:18
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I don't think you understand gambling or hustling. Also seems like you didn't understand either Frank's or Jase's reaction to things.
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Feb 21, 2013 03:00
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CHiMPY posted:This thread is all about hustling people at the pool table... That reminds me of a really good hustle I have where i find a "mark" and I take a gun and aim it at them, and threaten to kill them until they give me the money they have in their wallet.
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Feb 21, 2013 03:46
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I am in no way condoning what my Uncle did but at the same time I am glad he did it because I would have lost money so I basically just contradicted myself but that's how I feel. I have said it countless times I am a dick practically my whole family is a bunch of dicks which reminds me of this weekend. I was sitting down watching my girlfriends team shoot when a guy came up to me and asked me who I was. I introduced my self and as soon as heard my last name he immediately said oh you are one of those assholes I know about you guys and he walked away. Asscrack shouldn't have poked my uncle with a stick he knew about his reputation and decided to talk poo poo and it didn't turn out like he hoped. Frank was wrong and so was asscrack in the end no one got hurt and no one lost any money so in my opinion it all evens out. Also it's not like we are dealing with the most upstanding citizens in the circle of people I hang around with. Most of them make their money from some kind of illegal activity so violence goes hand in hand with those types of situations. When I have more time I will post the next story I just wanted to say my piece on what happened with my Uncle.
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Feb 21, 2013 22:16
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jase1 posted:When I have more time I will post the next story I just wanted to say my piece on what happened with my Uncle. Oh, please. you left us with the cliffhanger.
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Feb 21, 2013 22:27
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Day 2 of the pool tournament. So I go back up to the room to sleep my hangover off but as per usual I get a call from the dealership regarding some problems with a customer. I spend about 2 hours working from my hotel room fixing problems and try to go back to sleep but I just can't. I head back downstairs to the poolroom and see my girlfriends team is playing a match so I decide to watch them. The scene in the poolroom is really interesting. In my mind I feel like there isn't a person in that room that could hang with me considering most of the players here right now are just casual league players the real money players show up late at night. It's pretty funny seeing people that I know that are just terrible at pool but they love to live the image. They carry these elaborate pool cases and have all the tools they need to keep their sticks in top shape, they wear t-shirts that talk about how good they are at pool and little sayings like that and most of them don't even have proper technique on holding the cue. The best part about these tournaments is there are always people who have no clue who I am. New teams of players are joining the league every year so I usually can find someone to gamble with and they have no clue what they are getting themselves into. This time it was this guy named Gil. He was on the team that was playing my girlfriends team and his handicap was a 6 so he was a good shot by APA standards. The thing is about APA is there are so many sand baggers (people who shoot bad on purpose during league play to keep their handicaps low) that you never know if a guy should really be a 6 or a 7. So sometimes a guy might be ranked a 6 but really he should be a lower handicap because he is playing guys that are dumping to him on purpose. That was Gil and I could tell he was their teams best player. Whenever someone needed coaching he would be the guy that needed to coach. I watched players asking him for advice and then when I watched him shoot I thought to myself this guy is the best player on the team? I went and looked at his stats online and saw that out of the 10 matches he had played in league play he had won all 10. So then I went and looked at who all his opponents were and I noticed that he was losing to people that I know personally were sand bagging on purpose to prevent themselves from becoming a 7. This is a perfect target for me he is surrounded by people on his team who stroke his ego and he thinks he is invincible. Gil gets up there and wins his match but no one else on his team wins theirs and my girlfriends team advances to the next round. Gil is pissed because his team is eliminated from the tournament. He grabs a stick and starts shooting the balls left on the table when I ask him if he wants to shoot a game. He says sure and I rack them up for him and ask my girlfriend if I can borrow her stick. He says congrats to me on advancing to the next round and I tell him that I am not on the team I was just watching my girlfriend. We shoot a couple of games and he beats me in both of them and I realize while watching him shoot and setting him up in certain situations that this guy is not a very good shot. When I safe him he starts to panic and does not know what to do. After he beats me the second time I make a comment to him joking around that I all I have to do is play a safe on him every time and I could win easily. Instead of laughing it off he says well this game doesn't really matter I was just trying new things. I ask what do you mean this game doesn't matter and he says well its not a tournament or anything so I am just shooting around not really paying attention. I ask him if he wants the game to matter we could put a little money on it. he says sure and I tell him lets play a race to 5 for $50 and he agrees. I let him beat me 5-2 and give him the money and he asks if I wanna run it again. I say sure and we play another race to 5 for $50 and I lose again this time 5-3. I am down $100 when he asks if I want to do it again and I say sure lets run it again but this time lets bet $100 a game but lets make it a 5-4 race meaning I have to win 4 before he can win 5. He hesitates a little bit and I tell him he is kicking my rear end and I need some type of advantage because it's not fair. He likes that I am respecting his game but really I am just setting him up. Around this time a couple of guys from his team walk over and sit at the tables and start watching us. I again lose this time 5-1 putting me down $200 and I can tell his ego is growing. I say lets run it one more time and if I lose that I am done and he agrees. I lose again 5-3 putting me down $300 now. I tell him I am tapped and I have no more money to play him and he starts ribbing me a little bit telling me where the ATM is and I tell him that I am not gonna play anymore. He walks over to the guys from his team and tells them I am scared to play him and I tell the guy I can hear him talking poo poo about me and he says yeah thats point dumbass. I tell him hold one maybe I can go borrow money from my girl and we can play another one. I walk over to her and tell her what's going on and she walks out into the hall with me. I tell her to stay out here for a few minutes and I give her $200 and then walk back in and hand it to me. I walk back in and tell Gil that my girl is getting me $200 out of the ATM and he is all excited now. He takes off his hoodie and reveals he has a black APA shirt on that says HUSTLER across the front. In my mind I am telling myself that I am genius for picking this guy to gamble with. He really believes he is a hustler and the people that surround him egg that on. My girl comes back and hands me the money and I tell him let just do this. Lets play the same race 5-4 but this time lets do it for $200. He asks me if I am serious and I tell him that it's all the money I have right now and I need to get something going so this is my last chance. He says okay and I rack them up for him, he breaks and runs out 3 balls and it's my shot next. I run out on him and he says impressive and I tell him thanks. He racks them up for the second game and I break and run to put me up 2-0 and he racks them up again. In the third game I make no balls on the break and runs them out to the 8 but misses on the 8 ball. I play a nice safe on him my next shot and he panics and tries to hit the ball real hard and scratches on the 8 making 3-0. He racks again and when I break I know by the sound (it sounds like a hammer hitting a hard surface) that it was a good break so I am watching the 8 thinking it will go in the side pocket but another ball hits it and changes its path but makes run all the way down the rail into the corner pocket. I let out a loud gently caress yeah and celebrate a little bit and I can tell Gil gets frustrated. I am now down only $100 and ask him if he wants to run it again and he says sure. I can feel the tension from Gil and he is a little worried, I hear him talking to a guy telling him how I got lucky in the last match and it wont happen again. I say hey Gil don't worry you are a hustler right? He says what do you mean and I tell him well it says right on your shirt there that you are so you must be hustling me. He makes this frown face and walks away from the table after racking and I break and again the 8 goes in on the break. He stands back up and goes to rack them again and say or maybe I am the one hustling you and that sets him off. He is pretty livid and says listen here smart rear end just shut the gently caress up and shoot. I am up 1-0 when I break and run to put me up 2-0. In the 3rd match I break and run 3 balls, play a safe and he gives me ball in hand and run out again to make it 3-0. In the 4th match I don't make any balls on the break and he runs out on me to make it 3-1 in the 5th match he makes the 8 on the break making it 3-2 then on the 6th match he breaks and runs it down to the 8 but he misreads the angle and misses the shot. I ask him if the pressure is getting to him and doesn't respond. I run out to win the match 4-2 and put me up $100. He looks at me and says you really think you are top dog around here and I tell him I don't think it I know it and you are about to find out what hustling truly is. One of his buddies sitting down at the table says I need to learn how to keep my mouth shut and I laugh and say do you want some next? He doesn't say anything and I tell Gil I am bored and lets play for some real money. How about we play a race to 6 for $500 and he asks me were I am going to get that kind of money. I tell him don't worry about it I will get the money (knowing full well I have my money in pool case upstairs in the room). He says make it a 6-5 race giving him the 1 game advantage and I say oh are you hustling me now Gil? He says do you wanna play or not I tell him yes and I need a few minutes to get the money together he says go ask mommy for the money and I give him the finger as I walk away. I go upstairs grab my case and head back down to the pool room. I walk back to the table we were playing at and I notice that more of Gil's team have arrived to watch us shoot. As I am putting my stick back together Gil asks me where I got that and I tell him it was in the room with my money. He says oh so you were lying to me the whole time about getting money and said well I wouldn't call it lying and I take my stick and point to his shirt and tell him I would call it hustling. He says good luck and we flip for the break. He wins the break and on the break he makes 4 balls and misses and that was the last shot he had on the table. I proceed to run rack after rack until the score was 6-0 and Gil's face is so red from frustration. I grab the money tell him that is how you hustle someone and ask him if he wants another demonstration on the art of hustling. He tells me to gently caress off and starts to put his cue away I let him know anytime he wants lessons on how to hustle he can come watch me shoot. He gives me the evil eye and I break my stick down and walk over to find my girlfriends team. About a half hour later Uncle Frank shows up and ask me what's going on I tell him about Gil and he says are you talking about the guy with the black hustler shirt on? I tell him that's exactly who I am talking about and he says when he was out for a smoke that guy was talking poo poo about me not being that good and that he let me win and stuff like that. Now I am pissed because this guy is lying to his friends about me so I walk out there to find him and see if he is still running his mouth. He is not outside and I can't find him anywhere and now I am pissed because my ego wants me to get the best of him. My girlfriends team wins another match and right as we are about to go to dinner Gil comes back into the pool room with his entourage of buddies. I walk right up to him and ask him if he was talking poo poo about me saying he let me win. He gets this shocked look on his face and starts stuttering saying I don't know what you are talking about. I yell for Frank who is on the other side of the room and he comes over and I say is this the guy you were telling me about and he says yes. I tell Gil if you let me win then lets do this I have $600 of YOUR money in my pocket how about we play 1 game for it all. He calls me crazy and starts to walk away and I say that's what I thought you are all talk but its all poo poo that comes out of your mouth. Then I get louder and say hey everyone listen up this guy thinks he is hustler but won't play me for any money because I just hustled him. Now my voice gets louder and say I see how it is you are embarrassed you got hustled so you lie to everyone to make yourself look better but in reality you're a loving joke. You know how you are a 6 in this league you shouldn't even be a 4 you are the worst. It's almost as he became a teapot and the water started boiling over because his face got real red and he yells shut the gently caress up. I say no, this is what you get for running your mouth I see guys like you all the time. You wear those stupid shirts and you talk poo poo but when it comes time to gamble for some real money you choke. He finally caves and pulls out $600 and puts it on the table and says if I am going to play you I want to break. I let him know I am fine with that. By this time my girlfriends team and I am pretty sure all of Gil's team are watching all this unfold and we have quite a few people watching all this unfold. I rack them up and Gil does a dick move that you should never do. Before I step away from the table he breaks the balls and the cueball pops up off the table almost hitting me in the chest. I ask him what the gently caress did he do that for and he turns away and goes to sit down now I am super pissed because this guy tried bean me with a cue ball. I get the cue ball back and I look at the table and assess the situation. I look at the solids and realize that the table is wide open and I can run out easily. I run out grab my money and tell Gil that's what happens when you act like an rear end in a top hat and also my girlfriend would like to thank you for paying for our Valentines weekend. I am pretty happy that my entire weekend will be paid for thanks to a nice $1200 score off of Gil. He packs his stick up walks over shakes my hand and says you got the better of me and walks out. I am actually surprised that he shook my hand that was a pretty classy move after all the poo poo talking back and forth I would not have shook his hand if I lost. I pack up my stick and walk out of the pool room to see if I can find Gil and he is outside smoking by himself. I walk out there and tell him that I thought it was pretty cool that he shook my hand and he says I should have never pulled that poo poo with the cue ball it cost me the match. We shoot the poo poo for awhile and he apologizes and I apologize and later on that night I see him at the hotel bar and we have a few drinks together. While we are drinking he says how the hell do you do it? I ask him what he means and he says that I made him so mad that all he thought about was beating me knowing full well that I was better than him. I tell him it's all about ego and explain to him how I observed everything about him from how his team treated him to he handled himself at the table to what kind of shots he was good at and what kind he was bad at. It's all apart of the hustle and I knew that when your team was there that I could piss you off to the point that you would either punch me or play me to save face in front of your friends. He calls me a son of a bitch and laughs I buy him a few more drinks and then head back up to the room to get ready for dinner. It has been awhile since I met a guy like Gil who realized someone got the better of him and he could laugh it off. Later on that night when I come back into the pool room the league operator comes up to me and asks me what happened between me and Gil and I tell him the story. He tells me that Gil owns his own plumbing business and he is loaded with money so now I know why Gil wasn't that upset because $1200 was nothing to him. Day 2 part 2 coming up in the next post...
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Feb 22, 2013 21:56
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Just posting to say your stories own and you own. I get happy whenever I see new posts in this thread.
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Feb 22, 2013 23:01
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How the hell is that story only part of a day? I'm exhausted just hearing these stories. Thanks for all the entertainment jase!! Keep the stories coming!!
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bouncyman posted:How the hell is that story only part of a day? I'm exhausted just hearing these stories. Thanks for all the entertainment jase!! Keep the stories coming!! I echo this. I feel like this last story was some crazy 8 hour epic throughout the day.
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