My Pool addiction start with my best friend, who passed away 2 days ago. He was my friend for my whole adult life, I met him when I was 20. This is my story, along with a fond memory of my brother.
I didn't start playing Pool seriously until I was in my 20's. Like many, I'm sure, I played casually as a kid. As an adult, I would bang em around a lil when a bar had a table. You know, the stereotypical bar banger.
So, at the time, my buddy Murv was out of work. He liked to say that he "worked for the State". Having a lot of time on his hands, he was playing a lot of Pool. On the weekends, we would hit a poolhall. Naturally, he would drill me cuz I didn't play. But, once in a while, I would win a game. I say "win", but it was more like him dogging it to me. It was never a mercy gift cuz we are both competitive and maybe slightly sadistic.
When the stars lined up, I would actually win 2 racks in a row. It happened rarely, and I was as shocked as he was. Thing is, he would get mad. Honestly, pissed off. He would start slamming the balls into the rack and yell at me, saying "That's it, muthafvcker, that's the last rack you're gonna win!". Well, naturally, I wasn't gonna swallow his crap. I started practicing without telling him. I practiced like a nut, for a year, until I could beat him more than he could win off me. I was hooked.
This is Murv. I love you, my brother.
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Eric
I didn't start playing Pool seriously until I was in my 20's. Like many, I'm sure, I played casually as a kid. As an adult, I would bang em around a lil when a bar had a table. You know, the stereotypical bar banger.
So, at the time, my buddy Murv was out of work. He liked to say that he "worked for the State". Having a lot of time on his hands, he was playing a lot of Pool. On the weekends, we would hit a poolhall. Naturally, he would drill me cuz I didn't play. But, once in a while, I would win a game. I say "win", but it was more like him dogging it to me. It was never a mercy gift cuz we are both competitive and maybe slightly sadistic.
When the stars lined up, I would actually win 2 racks in a row. It happened rarely, and I was as shocked as he was. Thing is, he would get mad. Honestly, pissed off. He would start slamming the balls into the rack and yell at me, saying "That's it, muthafvcker, that's the last rack you're gonna win!". Well, naturally, I wasn't gonna swallow his crap. I started practicing without telling him. I practiced like a nut, for a year, until I could beat him more than he could win off me. I was hooked.
This is Murv. I love you, my brother.
http:// http://m.buckscountycouriertimes.com/obituaries/bcct/eric-steven-murvay/article_ebf816fc-0133-5a57-8190-38c63cf81ea2.html?mode=jqm
Eric
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