In 2003, I took two 17 year olds out to Ann Arbor to compete in the Junior Nationals. The event was held in the Michigan Union, on campus at the University of Michigan. Both kids were capable shooters.
Looking for a place to pratice one night, we were steered to a little poolroom in some little town, about 45 minutes from Ann Arbor. Once we found the off the beaten trail town and located the inconspicuous establishment, my boys entered the place like a couple of Banty Roosters. The room had a single row of mixed brand tables and a back room with a couple more. Just a small Mom and Pop type place.
Disappointment set in as there was no one there. After a minute or two, a small, fair skinned girl, with a dry disposition, greeted us and we rented a couple tables from her. She must have been all of 14 or 15 years old.
We started banging balls around when, after a bit, she asked if we were looking for some action. I responded with a, "With who?" as I saw no potential customers. She stated that her boyfriend was upstairs watching TV and he would probably oblige us with a game. My boys were obviously drooling at the chance of getting their feet wet. When the boyfriend appeared, it was none other than another junior beast of a player, from Delaware, that I knew quite well. He and I exchanged pleasantries, chatted a bit, then he went back upstairs to the TV.
But, the girl, very stoically asked my boys if they wanted to play her. Alex jumped to the front and was eager to show his stuff. Playing short races for a double saw-buck, Alex was schooled and after three sets, pulled up.
That was our introduction to Pam Treadway.
From that God forsaken little village in Central Michigan, to the big poolrooms of New York and Philadelphia, this little sweetheart has come a long way.
I, also, hear that her poolroom is a good spot to play.