30 years ago when I was getting back into pool, I went to a tournament down by the Atlanta airport in some nondescript pool hall. Many named players were there, and it was wild, pool tables in one half the room and full sports book on the other. Gambling of all sorts going on, lots of "characters", I was probably the only guy in there not "packing heat". I wasn't familiar with Parica, but in my mind he was "that little Mexican guy". He had a woman with him, older, heavy, wearing about $11 worth of Wal-Mart clothes. She was booking all his action. She reached inside her bra and hauled out a 3 inch roll of bills that would gag a mule. I was stunned.
