When I got the call about this a couple of weeks ago I was shocked.
I spent many afternoons playing with Red Headed Frankie (usually ending late at night) at our then home room, Blue Cube, in Orange CT.
We would meet there at 4 when they opened so we could avoid some of the craziness and distractions that came after 6 when the bar would start filling up.
He and I would play each other until some of the regulars would show up then we'd enjoy some scotch doubles with Blue Cube owner Dan and either Pulled-Pork Anthony, or Russian Paul, or Pain-In-The-Ass Joe.
Frankie was one of only 2 guys who witnessed a shot I did that I diagrammed here on az a while back where I broke and the cue ball went up in the air like 10 feet after hitting the 1 b and it flew about 15 feet and landed on another table that was in play surprising the crap out of us and the people at that other table. We laughed about that one for a long time. . And what a great laugh he had.
Invariably, when we were playing scotch doubles and owner Dan was on one of the teams, he (Dan) would get pulled away for some behind the bar duties and he'd leave us hanging and as our impatience grew, so did our creative resolve in finding interesting ways to reel him back to the table.
The method that ended up working best was calling over to Dan in a normal voice a few times to let him know it was his shot....
then
Frankie would begin changing over to his piercing goat voice and we would follow his lead and it was soon a 3 man chorus of "D-a-aa-aaa-aaannn, D-a-aa-aaa-aaannn, D-a-aa-aaa-aaannn, D-a-aa-aaa-aaannn, D-a-aa-aaa-aaa-aaaaaaaaaaaaannn !!!!
This was sophmoric but extremely effective; it would rattle Dan so bad he'd come running back to the table just to get us to stfu so whoohoo we were back in action. I'm almost too embarrassed to admit that I partook in such juvenile behavior. Almost.
Frankie was famous for taking and making a fair amount of flyers. When they went, the twinkle in his eyes and his 'I knew it was gonna go' demeanor were priceless.
I can still picture him down on a shot wearing that big silver thumb ring and me thinking how can he shoot pool wearing that thing.
This was a young man who was tons of fun to be around and I will miss him dearly.
We had a $50 bet to settle over him thinking he knew where the best chicken parm dinner was in CT (Claudios) but even though I hadn't been to Claudios yet, I knew I had it locked up with my choice, Roseland.
We went to Claudios and I have to admit, they put out one delicious meal but I still think my joint was gonna make a believer out of Frankie.
Wish we could finish this.
The story was that Frankie had a bad headache and went to his local ER and they sent him home with some instructions, maybe some meds.
He went to sleep that night and did not wake up.
Rest In Peace, buddy.
Here is Red Headed Frankie:
http://www.wiltonbulletin.com/31100/frank-e-davidson-40/
best,
brian kc
I spent many afternoons playing with Red Headed Frankie (usually ending late at night) at our then home room, Blue Cube, in Orange CT.
We would meet there at 4 when they opened so we could avoid some of the craziness and distractions that came after 6 when the bar would start filling up.
He and I would play each other until some of the regulars would show up then we'd enjoy some scotch doubles with Blue Cube owner Dan and either Pulled-Pork Anthony, or Russian Paul, or Pain-In-The-Ass Joe.
Frankie was one of only 2 guys who witnessed a shot I did that I diagrammed here on az a while back where I broke and the cue ball went up in the air like 10 feet after hitting the 1 b and it flew about 15 feet and landed on another table that was in play surprising the crap out of us and the people at that other table. We laughed about that one for a long time. . And what a great laugh he had.
Invariably, when we were playing scotch doubles and owner Dan was on one of the teams, he (Dan) would get pulled away for some behind the bar duties and he'd leave us hanging and as our impatience grew, so did our creative resolve in finding interesting ways to reel him back to the table.
The method that ended up working best was calling over to Dan in a normal voice a few times to let him know it was his shot....
then
Frankie would begin changing over to his piercing goat voice and we would follow his lead and it was soon a 3 man chorus of "D-a-aa-aaa-aaannn, D-a-aa-aaa-aaannn, D-a-aa-aaa-aaannn, D-a-aa-aaa-aaannn, D-a-aa-aaa-aaa-aaaaaaaaaaaaannn !!!!
This was sophmoric but extremely effective; it would rattle Dan so bad he'd come running back to the table just to get us to stfu so whoohoo we were back in action. I'm almost too embarrassed to admit that I partook in such juvenile behavior. Almost.
Frankie was famous for taking and making a fair amount of flyers. When they went, the twinkle in his eyes and his 'I knew it was gonna go' demeanor were priceless.
I can still picture him down on a shot wearing that big silver thumb ring and me thinking how can he shoot pool wearing that thing.
This was a young man who was tons of fun to be around and I will miss him dearly.
We had a $50 bet to settle over him thinking he knew where the best chicken parm dinner was in CT (Claudios) but even though I hadn't been to Claudios yet, I knew I had it locked up with my choice, Roseland.
We went to Claudios and I have to admit, they put out one delicious meal but I still think my joint was gonna make a believer out of Frankie.
Wish we could finish this.
The story was that Frankie had a bad headache and went to his local ER and they sent him home with some instructions, maybe some meds.
He went to sleep that night and did not wake up.
Rest In Peace, buddy.
Here is Red Headed Frankie:
http://www.wiltonbulletin.com/31100/frank-e-davidson-40/
best,
brian kc
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