They never moved any table around for me. That was Big Ed they did that for.
Getting booted was the best thing that ever happened to my pool game. The last year I was there it had become the same three guys exchanging the same $100 bill over and over. Now, they have exactly one guy that can play.
After that place, I played at Chesterfield and when that closed, The Break. From the stories I’ve heard I’m not missing anything. According to the regulars the equipment still sucks, which, BTW, is the reason one of the “kids” got a hard on for me. I've told this story several times before, but here goes again: What I did was to have the temerity to ask one day on RSB: why would an OB loses speed coming off a rail. The answer of course is that the cushions are set too high.
I didn’t name the pool hall but one of the sons there got his panties in a big old wad and went crying to moma, “He's bad mouthing our place. It’s him or me,” put on his jacket and went running out of the pool room. Of course mom chose her baby boy. Since then, I have had *numerous* regulars tell me, “You were right” but they’re all scared of being barred so they all put up with crap equipment. That place was never the same after the dad died.
And the *only* guy I’ve had even just a minor beef with, in years, over a pool game, is the same guy who almost attacked Evelyn and got himself banned from the Midwest Tour.
I may not be everyone favorite guy here in St. Louis, I'm not from here and the running joke in St. Louis is that you'll never make friends if you didn't go to high school here. But I have many friends in the pool world here and do well by comparison to the go-off that came through town a couple of weeks ago that folks are still laughing about. When I got back into country a couple of days ago, and turned my phone on, my text and voicemail lit up with people around St. Louis who like me well enough to detail your escapades. I guess that’ll have to do and all that is fine by me.
Lou Figueroa