Yeah, yeah, ten percent of what he bets. 20% is way too much for a walking stick for high stake pool, imo.
JoeyA
One tournament at Q-Masters in Norfolk -- the year was 2002, I think -- was called the Spring Open or something like that. Keith was playing excellent in the tournament, staying in the winner's bracket all the way to the finals. All the best players, many of whom I did not know at that time, were in the house.
One shot I will NEVER forget, Keith was playing against a tall player named Ron Parks on the winner's side for the hot seat, I think it was. It was hill-hill, and Keith missed the 8-rock, leaving Ron a straight-in shot on the 8. The cueball was about 5 inches behind the 8, and both of them were frozen on the rail. I was standing with Billy Stephens, a well-known Virginia player. I told Billy that I knew we were going to lose, staring at that easy duck, but Billy said, "Not so fast, Jennie. This is not as easy as it looks. He could miss it," and much to my surprise, Ron Parks did miss it, leaving Keith an easy out.
Earlier in the tournament, Keith defeated a North Carolinian named Michael Coltrain, knocking him to the B side of the chart. Then Michael fought his way to the finals, only to face Keith again. This was the first time I was introduced to an extended race for the finals as opposed to the "true" double elimination format where the B-side player has to beat the A-side player twice. Coltrain won. I was happy to see Keith come in second, but I have to admit that I was bummed to learn the reality of this one-extended-match format for a double-elmination tournament. :angry:
Late that night, Keith was feeling absolutely no pain, enjoying the pool room. We were sweating the action, and Keith, though I did not know it, was hoping to catch him some action. :wink:
He and another North Carolinian named Sam Monday started barking, and Sam had a whole committee of backers, to include Michael Coltrain. They wanted to play for 2 dimes: a 12-ahead game with Keith spotting Sam the wild 8 in 9-ball. Keith then came and asked me to give him back his tournament winnings, which was snugged safely in my purse, so that he could gamble with this Sam Monday. I didn't want to give it up. We were stuck for the trip, entry fee, hotel, travel, food, et cetera.
The game began, and at one point, that coin on the table moved only in one direction, with Sam Monday 10 games ahead. It was late, like 3:00 in the morning. All of his committee backers were hooping and hollering, rooting him in. And the only cheerleader Keith had was me. I saw the writing on the wall and realized we were 2 games away from losing our dough. I thought, heck, why not enjoy myself. :grin-square:
Every time Keith made a good job, like Sam Monday's backers, I began to cheer, "Good shot, Keith. Way to go. What a shooter, what a guy." I was actually beginning to have fun, even though we were stuck. And then it happened. It was like the stuff you see only once in a blue moon. Keith caught a gear, and he began to win game after game after game, one right after the other. He not only got back to even, but he defeated Sam Monday 12 games in no time. It was a 22-game swing.
I was so excited, but at this time, Sam had a long face, unscrewd his stick, and went into the bathroom. Coltrain gave Keith the cheese, and Keith then went into the bathroom. When he came out of the bathroom, Keith handed me the dough to tuck away safely in my purse. I counted it and said, "Hey, wait a minute. We're $200 short. There's $200 missing, Keith." He said, "I know. I gave Sam a walking stick. If it wasn't for Sam, I wouldn't have gotten any action. Jennie, you're never supposed to leave a pool player broke."
Today, I understand the jelly roll concept, but not all players do that today. In fact, Keith has given away more walking sticks than he's received since I've been with him! Maybe that's good thing. They call it paying it forward, and what goes around may, indeed, come back.
Picture of Sam Monday!