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Originally Posted by PlsFold
Tony, any pool hall early days degen stories you'd like to share please?
Oh man, I could do another whole well that would just be pool room experiences.
This was one of the better ones:
I was managing a pool room outside of Boston, MA one day when a guy probably in his early thirties and clearly intoxicated or high walked up to me at the table and was basically begging me to play him for money. I just kind of laughed it off because it made no sense. I was one of the better players in Mass at that point and pretty much knew all the good players in New England. So it made no sense that some random guy would walk directly up to me asking to play.
After saying no three or four times he proceeded to take a paper bag out of his coat that was filled with hundred dollar bills. He's still begging me to play at this point and I'm still saying no but wondering what the heck is going on.
At this point he takes out a lighter and lights a couple hundred dollar bills on fire saying something like "see I don't give a F about money, just play me". I know he's totally serious about playing now and I ask what he wants to play for. He says $1000/game 9-ball. My eyes light up and then I remember I have about $60 to my name. I tell him to hold on and I walk behind the counter and call a bunch of different people, explain the situation, and they come down with the money. It ends up being three different people that are "backing" me in this game for various percentages.
The details are a little fuzzy on the games we played but I can remember being extremely nervous. For anyone that's played 9-ball, you know you can run all the balls and if you miss the 9-ball and your opponent makes it, you lose. So it's a high pressure game that doesn't always reward the best player. The first game I believe I ran a bunch of balls and missed the 7-ball. He either missed the 7 or made the 7 and missed the 8. This guy can barely hold a stick and I realize this as I see him take a shot. After he misses I run the remaining balls and win the game. The second game he misses the 3-ball and I run out the table. He's angry at this point saying I'm too good. We get into a little bit of an argument and I don't remember all the specifics but he's just upset that he's lost. He ends up leaving the pool room and pays me the $2000. Before he leaves he opens his coat to show me he's carrying a gun.
Nothing really eventful happens for a few days until someone I don't recognize walks into the pool room. We have some booths to the corner of the room and this guy that's walked in tells me he wants to talk to me and asks not so politely that I take a seat in the booth with him.
He explains to me that the money I've won didn't belong to the person that I "hustled" and that it belongs to the mob. I explain to him that I didn't hustle anyone and that this guy was begging me to play. We go back and forth and he eventually says, "Look that money doesn't belong to you, it belongs to us. You can either pay the money or we'll put you in a hospital. And when you get out of the hospital, we'll put you back in it again". I'm obviously very scared at this point especially because I only have a small percentage of the money.
I call the friends that were backing me in the game, explain the situation to them, and all but one of them agrees to give the money back. The lone holdout is a pretty bad guy himself and basically says tell that guy "he can go F himself".
So I round up the money over the next day. This guy returns, I pay him the money and explain the situation with the remaining money. He seems satisfied and leaves.
Maybe two weeks later, one of the old-timers in the pool room, tells me I've been scammed. He says the guy that came in demanding the money, saying he was associated with the mob, isn't associated with anyone. He was just a scam artist who had heard about the whole story, knew I had won a lot of money, and came up with an angle to get it from me. I'm confused and pretty sick about the whole situation. I just chalk it up to another lesson learned and try to get over it.
The story doesn't end there though.
Maybe a week or two later in the early afternoon there is an ambulance across the street from the pool room. It's pretty unusual for this to happen. There are some bars and restaurants in the area but generally it's pretty quiet at this time. I don't think too much of it other than it's odd.
That night someone comes into the pool room to tell me that the guy who scammed me got beat up so bad that an ambulance had to come get him - that was the ambulance across the street this afternoon. I'm really confused at this point but find out the rest of story later that night:
The original guy that came into the pool room and played $1000/game actually is part of the mob and is a runner. A runner is a person that runs around and collects money for the mob. Apparently he had heard that I had been scammed by this guy and wasn't happy that the scammer was impersonating being a mobster and had stolen his money (that was really my money).
So the end result of the whole story is that the scammer pretending to be a mobster that's going to put me in a hospital ends up being put in a hospital himself by an actual mobster.