> I never formally met him,and only saw him play twice,but those 2 times I NEVER saw him miss a ball. The first time was also the first or second time I ever went to High Pockets in Memphis. He took a table,close to where I was sitting,and ran full racks of 9-ball for over an hour,and never came close to hooking himself or missing. He would periodically bank the whole rack out. This went on for almost 90 minutes,and I asked someone who he was shortly before we left. He said that's easy look at the wall,and there was a large black and white poster sized pic of Louie posing with a Meucci,and generally looking like a young Elvis. The second time we had just walked into The Rack,also in Memphis. All I saw was the 8-ball rolling to a stop close to the side pocket along the rail,and the cue ball stopping close to the diagonally opposite corner pocket. Louie stepped up and made this shot.
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> The cue ball jumped about a foot in the air,and took the path I diagrammed here after it came back down. He turned around and looked at a local player and said "ya know Herb,I could have slow rolled that ball but I didn't want it to roll off!" In a magazine article that came out when Louie's death had been announced,it was said that he was in St. Louis or Memphis maybe a year or so before he died,and was sent a telegram or phone call telling him to come to Arizona,and that a new backer would be taking care of him,he needed no money,just show up. It was said he never found the guy. Tommy D.