Post by The Hustler on Jan 6, 2007 0:42:24 GMT -5
This is a great day for all you wanna bee hustlers
I found this site, I like it, and I'll be sharing with you a lot of my hustling experiences throughout the world over the past number of Years?
Stay tuned, you'll find out what real hustling is all about.
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I’m a professional hustler, here’s my story.
I love to travel all over the Country and do my thing, hustle people, my M.O. is as follows, I’ll pick a city, check into a motel and join a few different leagues in the area. My story is that I just left my wife and I’m kind of hiding out from her trying to decide what to do with my life now. I get a lot advise and a lot of people befriending me, inviting me to their clubs, poker games etc.
I have many sanctioned averages for use in leagues and tournaments. My sanctioned average over the years has varied between the high one sixties to the low one eighties, mean while I’m a legitimate 210 plus shooter. I’m also a pro caliber poker player and craps shooter, I leave no stone un-turned, I don’t cheat, I’m not a mechanic, even though I can spot them real easy, I just hustle people using my superior skills.
First day of a new con, I pull into Allen Park, MI, I checked into the Allen Park Motor Lodge. The rest of the day I just took life easy, had a nice meal and started making some good acquaintances, that’s the biggest trick, befriend a lot of people, get them to like you, I’m real good at that, I’m actually a very personable person. I love not knowing anything about where I am, that way it’s a real challenge for me to do my thing and conquer all.
Day 2, I drive around and check out some of the bowling lanes that were suggested to me the night before. Over the next week I joined 4 leagues in 4 different houses, for now I’ll just tell you about my favorite of the 4.
I love old bowling lanes & old pool halls, not always easy to find these days. (I’m also a fair pool hustler)
The bowling alley I’ll tell you about now was Roosevelt lanes in Allen Park,
it was a family run business that opened up in 1949, it has 20 wood lanes, a food counter and bar, my type of place.
At first I just started hanging around the place, making friends and checking out the going on of the locals, as luck would have it there were a lot of people that liked to gamble on different levels including the small pool table they had. I really enjoy snack counters and bars that have some old fashion atmosphere.
I had my small camera with me as usual, I’m an avid photography freak, it’s a great hobby when you’re in the line of work that I’m in, and don't kid yourself, it is work, but I love it.
The first couple of weeks my M.O. is always the same, I start getting involved in the pot games, help set up some of the league pools, brackets, etc., get invited to some poker games, and either loose small or just barely hold my own.
There’s no rush when stalking, you have to set your prey up correctly. Money's no problem, I’ve been very successful at what I do over the years.
This is the end of part one of the Allen Park Hustle, to be continued, come back soon and I'll tell yaw about King Martin, the highest average bowler in town, the type of guy we all know and love, the one with the big mouth that never shuts up.
Right now I have a poker game to attend that I'm already late for.
Part 2, the hustle
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Let me tell you about King Martin, he owned the oldest carpet store in town, it was hand fed to him from his family. From what I hear he never worked a legitimate day in his life.
He was a big guy, 6 ft 3, 260 lbs or so, always immaculate, great threads, threw a beautiful ball and his approach was smooth as silk. He also loved poker, craps and pool, there is a god, and god is good.
The King hung with the rich and affluent, or I should say, they hung with him. He was real good at everything he did and let everyone know it, and know it, and know it. Get the picture.
The trick was not just to bowl him that would be easy, but also get into his inner circle, that’s where the real money would be had. I had two basic choices, befriend him, or come at him like a bull, with this guy it would have to be the latter.
My first confrontation with him was after the 2nd week of league play, on paper he was 30-40 pins a game better than me, to call him out head to head was a no, no, so I simply bet him that he couldn’t best 210 across 4 lanes. I let him win $600 before I cried uncle, mean while I had a pocket full of the green that I let be seen.
My plan was that at a later time I would take him down with some gimmick game, low score, hit the exact score on the head, palm ball, one finger light ball, one step approach, whatever, I’d tear him apart at any of them and wouldn’t have to show my real ability at regular bowling. My biggest asset was my ball and approach, or may I say lack of it.
Let me go back a number of years ago, I was a teen age hot shot action bowler, the best in my neighborhood, I threw a real strong powerful ball and had a great looking classic 5 step approach. The only problem was, I was so good I couldn’t get any real action after awhile.
This one summer I went on vacation with my parents to this resort owned by Mickey Rooney, to my surprise as I was walking around the grounds my second day there I couldn’t believe my eyes, right in the back area was a fairly brand new 30 lane bowling center that was part of the resort complex. The only problem was I didn’t have my ball or shoes with me and had a slightly sprained ankle from playing basketball the day before, it turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me.
I went into the alleys and saw a pot game going on down by the end lanes, eight rich looking kids bowling for $10 bucks a man across 4 lanes. They were bad; I mean 140 to 150 shooters. I had the feeling that if I asked to join in they wouldn’t let me, plus I didn’t even know if I could bowl. What I did next was classic, now that I think back on it. I went to the desk and rented house shoes, got one lane next to them, picked up a conventional house ball and bowled with a one step approach for the first time in my life because of my sore ankle.
I over heard them talking about how most of them would be there all week, and would meet there at the lanes every day. Once I heard this I had this feeling of excitement come over my whole body, I had already gotten my coordination down using this one step approach, I must of looked like a horror show but found my accuracy to be extraordinary, this was easy, maybe not to run off a lot of strikes, but picking up spares and being in or around the pocket was real easy. I had to start dumping right away just to look bad. They must of thought I was some type of freak bowling that way.
After there pot game broke up I went over and started shooting the shit with them, I did get invited to bowl with them the next day. It was my first ever hustle and I loved it, it was way over the top. I could of probably won every single game, but I didn’t, that was the beauty of it, I beat them for about 5 or 6 hundred over the next 4 days and they weren’t even aware of who won what. The same thing happened the following year, same guys, same end result. This opened my eyes and became an obsession with me; I love to hustle people, but be so good at it that they don’t even know what came down.
To Be Continued...
I found this site, I like it, and I'll be sharing with you a lot of my hustling experiences throughout the world over the past number of Years?
Stay tuned, you'll find out what real hustling is all about.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I’m a professional hustler, here’s my story.
I love to travel all over the Country and do my thing, hustle people, my M.O. is as follows, I’ll pick a city, check into a motel and join a few different leagues in the area. My story is that I just left my wife and I’m kind of hiding out from her trying to decide what to do with my life now. I get a lot advise and a lot of people befriending me, inviting me to their clubs, poker games etc.
I have many sanctioned averages for use in leagues and tournaments. My sanctioned average over the years has varied between the high one sixties to the low one eighties, mean while I’m a legitimate 210 plus shooter. I’m also a pro caliber poker player and craps shooter, I leave no stone un-turned, I don’t cheat, I’m not a mechanic, even though I can spot them real easy, I just hustle people using my superior skills.
First day of a new con, I pull into Allen Park, MI, I checked into the Allen Park Motor Lodge. The rest of the day I just took life easy, had a nice meal and started making some good acquaintances, that’s the biggest trick, befriend a lot of people, get them to like you, I’m real good at that, I’m actually a very personable person. I love not knowing anything about where I am, that way it’s a real challenge for me to do my thing and conquer all.
Day 2, I drive around and check out some of the bowling lanes that were suggested to me the night before. Over the next week I joined 4 leagues in 4 different houses, for now I’ll just tell you about my favorite of the 4.
I love old bowling lanes & old pool halls, not always easy to find these days. (I’m also a fair pool hustler)
The bowling alley I’ll tell you about now was Roosevelt lanes in Allen Park,
it was a family run business that opened up in 1949, it has 20 wood lanes, a food counter and bar, my type of place.
At first I just started hanging around the place, making friends and checking out the going on of the locals, as luck would have it there were a lot of people that liked to gamble on different levels including the small pool table they had. I really enjoy snack counters and bars that have some old fashion atmosphere.
I had my small camera with me as usual, I’m an avid photography freak, it’s a great hobby when you’re in the line of work that I’m in, and don't kid yourself, it is work, but I love it.
The first couple of weeks my M.O. is always the same, I start getting involved in the pot games, help set up some of the league pools, brackets, etc., get invited to some poker games, and either loose small or just barely hold my own.
There’s no rush when stalking, you have to set your prey up correctly. Money's no problem, I’ve been very successful at what I do over the years.
This is the end of part one of the Allen Park Hustle, to be continued, come back soon and I'll tell yaw about King Martin, the highest average bowler in town, the type of guy we all know and love, the one with the big mouth that never shuts up.
Right now I have a poker game to attend that I'm already late for.
Part 2, the hustle
-------------------------------------------------
Let me tell you about King Martin, he owned the oldest carpet store in town, it was hand fed to him from his family. From what I hear he never worked a legitimate day in his life.
He was a big guy, 6 ft 3, 260 lbs or so, always immaculate, great threads, threw a beautiful ball and his approach was smooth as silk. He also loved poker, craps and pool, there is a god, and god is good.
The King hung with the rich and affluent, or I should say, they hung with him. He was real good at everything he did and let everyone know it, and know it, and know it. Get the picture.
The trick was not just to bowl him that would be easy, but also get into his inner circle, that’s where the real money would be had. I had two basic choices, befriend him, or come at him like a bull, with this guy it would have to be the latter.
My first confrontation with him was after the 2nd week of league play, on paper he was 30-40 pins a game better than me, to call him out head to head was a no, no, so I simply bet him that he couldn’t best 210 across 4 lanes. I let him win $600 before I cried uncle, mean while I had a pocket full of the green that I let be seen.
My plan was that at a later time I would take him down with some gimmick game, low score, hit the exact score on the head, palm ball, one finger light ball, one step approach, whatever, I’d tear him apart at any of them and wouldn’t have to show my real ability at regular bowling. My biggest asset was my ball and approach, or may I say lack of it.
Let me go back a number of years ago, I was a teen age hot shot action bowler, the best in my neighborhood, I threw a real strong powerful ball and had a great looking classic 5 step approach. The only problem was, I was so good I couldn’t get any real action after awhile.
This one summer I went on vacation with my parents to this resort owned by Mickey Rooney, to my surprise as I was walking around the grounds my second day there I couldn’t believe my eyes, right in the back area was a fairly brand new 30 lane bowling center that was part of the resort complex. The only problem was I didn’t have my ball or shoes with me and had a slightly sprained ankle from playing basketball the day before, it turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me.
I went into the alleys and saw a pot game going on down by the end lanes, eight rich looking kids bowling for $10 bucks a man across 4 lanes. They were bad; I mean 140 to 150 shooters. I had the feeling that if I asked to join in they wouldn’t let me, plus I didn’t even know if I could bowl. What I did next was classic, now that I think back on it. I went to the desk and rented house shoes, got one lane next to them, picked up a conventional house ball and bowled with a one step approach for the first time in my life because of my sore ankle.
I over heard them talking about how most of them would be there all week, and would meet there at the lanes every day. Once I heard this I had this feeling of excitement come over my whole body, I had already gotten my coordination down using this one step approach, I must of looked like a horror show but found my accuracy to be extraordinary, this was easy, maybe not to run off a lot of strikes, but picking up spares and being in or around the pocket was real easy. I had to start dumping right away just to look bad. They must of thought I was some type of freak bowling that way.
After there pot game broke up I went over and started shooting the shit with them, I did get invited to bowl with them the next day. It was my first ever hustle and I loved it, it was way over the top. I could of probably won every single game, but I didn’t, that was the beauty of it, I beat them for about 5 or 6 hundred over the next 4 days and they weren’t even aware of who won what. The same thing happened the following year, same guys, same end result. This opened my eyes and became an obsession with me; I love to hustle people, but be so good at it that they don’t even know what came down.
To Be Continued...
