Way back in 1991 I was playing Steve Mizerak In The Eastern States Nine-Ball Championships In New Bedford MA. Steve went out to a big early lead and I managed to catch him at ten-ten in a race to eleven. I had won the last game and I broke and made a ball at hill, hill. My first shot was the one-ball. Jacked-up over the eight-ball I managed to shoot and pocket the one. My cue-ball went down table and grazed the six-ball changing it's course. It ended up in the side pocket. Of course with ball-in-hand, Steve was able to run-out and win the match. After the match, a local reporter asked me how I felt when the cue-ball found the side-pocket? I told him,"It's like hooking the biggest fish of your life and getting him next to your boat and he snaps your line."
This past week-end I had Mica by a score of eight-six in a race to nine, and lost. I feel the same way.
God bless you Steve. I have the tape of our match.
What's the biggest fish you should have landed?
This past week-end I had Mica by a score of eight-six in a race to nine, and lost. I feel the same way.
God bless you Steve. I have the tape of our match.
What's the biggest fish you should have landed?