I wasn't claiming Rod was better by any means. Both of them told me the same story, when they first played Rod used his well known "mud ball" ability to beat pete for I think they said around 1k. Pete then practiced with the mud ball for 2 straight weeks and went to where Rod was and robbed him blind using the mud ball. Rod also said that playing on a big table, banks, and golf that Pete destroyed him. I stand by what I said that you are highly under-rating Pete. Just to make it clear, he is not a very good player anymore, he is not doing too well and is in and out of the hospital on an almost daily basis. He has his good and bad days. His memory is shot, but in a way there is a strange romance along with it all. He will ask you something then forget he asked you literally 5 minutes later. At the same time though, it is a little sad he will remember times from the old days like it was yesterday and he sits there and wonders why guys that he used to play with decades ago who died 10, 20, some 30 years ago don't come and see him anymore even though his wife tells him that he just forgets. Where the romantic part of it comes in to play is now he acts like a 20 year old again with his wife and is always "wooing" her and almost seems like he is trying to get him to be his girlfriend like when they were 20 again. Sadly, Pete is very close to being another old time player gone.
I knew Cheyenne Pete and Surfer Rod. Pete used to run around with Chuey Rivera, a very dangerous money player. Rod was a "real" road man, hitting the road in his old Chevy and going anywhere he could get a game, and betting high, real high, sky high! He was well known from coast to coast. And he'd gamble until the poolroom closed, he ran out of money, or he busted the other guy. And that's how pool was in the old days, you didn't quit until your opponent went broke or said quit.
There were many, many more road men back in the 60's and 70's, far more than today. Mostly shortstop speed and above. It was easier to travel back then, much less expensive (maybe $20 a day), and far more poolrooms and good bars to play in. Getting games was not a problem, every poolroom had a couple of guys who would play. A typical game on the road was $5 or $10 9-Ball or maybe a $50/100 set. I once won over $400 playing $5 9-Ball (after 16 hours), and that was a sweet score in 1968. One Pocket was the other game that you had to play, and a typical game was $10 or $20. A $100 score was a good day's work.
They still played $1 a game Eight Ball in bars back then, but it was only 25 cents a game to play. I can remember many times holding the table for hours and maybe winning 50 or 60 games in a row (quarters lined up along the rail). I'd walk out of there with my pockets stuffed with bills. $50 was money then! JohnnyT knows about this. It wasn't hard to find a bar with a $1 Eight Ball game going every night. The key here was not to overstay your welcome. You couldn't go back night after night. I might go in a good joint once every few months. I'd tell them I'd been working (right

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There must have been 500 guys on the road that I knew and recognized after a while. And they knew me too. We would see each other all over the country. Today I suspect that number is well under 100. But today's players are very impressive, so many really good players. But even the great players of today might not have been too happy if they ran into Buddy, Jimmy Reid, Mataya, Marino, Lisciotti, Hopkins, Richie Florence, Billy Johnson, Greg Stevens or Denny Searcy in their prime. Don't think these guys couldn't play for the cheese. Buddy was numero uno and Ronnie ruled One Pocket (except for Marvin). No one today banks any better than Taylor or Bugs. But there was a limited market for Bank Pool games, just like today. It was almost all 9-Ball and One Pocket and Eight Ball in bars. If you could play those games, you could make a decent living.