The $150 Dollar Pool Shot – OHS031

A close up of a 9-ball billiard ball with a black background. The title is Episode 31: The $150 dollar pool shot.

AlejAndro grew up with a pool table in his home. In his college years he took professional billiard lessons, worked in a pool hall, and traveled around hustling pool for money. As a one-handed pool shark AlejAndro has had many amazing things happen on the pool table. However, nothing compares to this one incredibly amazing and crazy 9-ball shot that cost him $150 dollars.

I grew up with a pool table in our home. I can say it was a family past time. Often my friends would come over and we would stay up all night watching Kung Fu movies, drinking soda pop, and shooting pool downstairs in our basement. As long as I can remember the sound of billiard balls caroming off one other was part of the soundtrack of my life. Not to mention the sound thunderbolt breaks and balls flying off the table pretending to be basketballs on our concrete floor. Despite being born with one hand I shot a very good game of “stick.” I actually started to make a little bit of money as a pool player. In High School I would often find myself gambling with some of the other kids at this seedy pool hall in my hometown of South Bend, Indiana. I suppose the idea of a “one-handed player” made me seem like easy prey. Little did they know I was actually the pool shark. But it was not until college I took a deeper step into the world of pocket billiards.

I found a job at the Indiana University student union bowling alley and pool hall. I mostly worked the bowling side as a “pin setting.” However, I did spend a lot of time working the desk on the pool hall side. The main reason why I sought out the job was for my love of pocket billiards. And the great job perk of getting all my pool time for free. I think in my first two years of college I majored in the “Science of Pocket Billiards” with a minor in gambling. I spent more time shooting pool then studying. It was at this time I started to take professional billiard lessons. It was also the time my skills truly started to deepen. While at Indiana University I was ranked top 20 in the nation at colligate pocket billiards. I made a lot of money as a one-handed pool shark. I hustled a lot, went to a lot of competitions, and did a lot of traveling gambling and “looking for action.”

All that aside, I just loved to shoot pool. I so deeply enjoyed the art and science of pocket billiards. One pocket and straight pool were my favorite games to play. The game of 9-Ball was always a fast paced, high action money game. But I loved them all, 8-ball, snooker and 3-cushion included. If it had balls, cushions, sticks and a table I was all about it. I just loved to play with friends relaxing and drinking beer. And sometimes I would gamble with them. In college I reconnected with a high school friend and we grew closer as friends and rivals on the pool table.

His name was Maximillian but we all just called him Max. He loved to shoot pool and gamble. We always had such a great time playing pool together. But when we started to play for money the intensity and the volume would increase. And this time it drew a crowd. We had people watching, rooting, and cheering. We were tied 6-to-6 in a race to 7 in the game of 9-Ball with $75 on the line. Now most of the time I usually beat Max. But today this guy was on fire and shooting a fine game of 9-Ball. He was giving me a run for my money. The steaks were high and the intensity was a special kind of thick. I just knew that if I got to the table I needed to “run out” and sink the 9-ball for victory. I did not want to lose money to Max and certainly not in front of this crowd. At some point before the break shot Max asked, “double or nothing?!” Knowing I was the better player I took him up on his bet.

Being the superior player is always a good place to be as long as I am the one on the table shooting. I took the break shot and sank a ball. I then started on the 1-ball then off to the 2-ball. Not leaving myself in a good position I was unable to pocket the 3-ball. I sat down and Max got to the table. He looked liked he was glowing. I had a not-so-good feeling sensing Max was feeling the mojo. He started to run and never stopped. There was a crazy lucky bank shot in there that kept him running the rack. Then two very difficult shots that on most days Max would of missed, but not today. This guy was unstoppable!! He was nervous and yet feeling confident with the momentum of this high energy crazy lucky game seven 9-Ball run of pocketing balls. Some how he made the 8-Ball and lined straight in on a long winning 9-ball shot. What happened next is probably the most unbelievably lucky absolutely insane 9-Ball shot I have ever seen live. With my jaw on the floor, people cheering and screaming, and Max smiling ear-to-ear I had to accept defeat. Though it was worth it to see it live, that one shot cost me $150 dollars.

Show Notes:

  • Living life as a one-handed pool hustler.
  • The strangest 9 ball pool shot I had ever seen live and in person.
  • I still cannot believe I lost $150 dollars on that pool shot.


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