Mr. Haiweaaian Eyie said he likes stories, so heres one for ya...Aloha !
Jack Cooney and I, go back to the 60's and the old Cochran days !..Jack is considerably younger than me, and he did go on to become one of the best money makers EVER, at hustling pool !.. I would gladly trade his record, for $$$$, won and lost, for mine, any day !...However. as a youngster, he was not competitive with the more experienced one pocket player's, hence we never really tried too hard to match up back then.
Fast forward, about 35-40 years, to about 2005 !..Jack and Barb, found themselves in Arizona ..Jack got word I was living there, and still 'trying' to play high dollar pool !..He had greatly improved his one pocket game by then, and had to believe he could rob an old dinosaur, now a little north of seventy ! ..Humorous side note, (as Barb told me sometime later)...as they were driving over to my joint, Jack said, "Don't worry hon, this won't take long" !
Well, I played the age card on him, and convinced him I needed at least a ball !..After the usual 'stall time', he finally said..you got it, Flip it !..Get ready for the brag !...After about 4-5 hours, of him winning about 1 out of every 5-6 games, I agreed to play even !..Nothing much changed ! ..Barb was getting more and more stressed out, and (not that unusual, when Jack got his nose open) they got into a little beef.. She threw some money at him, stormed out the door, and left him there !
By that time, Jack had tried various forms of booze and 'meds', trying to stop the bleeding, but it was too late..He soon ran out of the money she had left him, and I let him go on the wire to keep playing, with the understanding I would have to give him a ride to their motel in Mesa, (about 25 miles) to settle up. Well, I was having fun, we were both sipping on the booze, and it turned into about a 28-30 hr. marathon..I think we ended up playing for $300 a game !
Jack finally ran out of gas first !.. He only owed me a few games, and I told him to forget it..But I still had to get him back to his motel !...My main goal, was to drop him off, and get the Hell out of there, before either of us had to confront Barbra! I was afraid it might be Jack's turn, to 'take a bullet for her'! (theres another great story)
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I don't remember the exact count on the score, but it was several thousand !..Busted, Jack left town, with Barb (a wet hen) and we didn't play again, 'til about a year later !.. And yes, hard-headed old farf that I was, I let him play position on me, and he exacted his revenge !..He almost got even !...Lotsa fun times though !..Jack's always been a great guy to gamble with ! :thumbup:
Jack Cooney and I, go back to the 60's and the old Cochran days !..Jack is considerably younger than me, and he did go on to become one of the best money makers EVER, at hustling pool !.. I would gladly trade his record, for $$$$, won and lost, for mine, any day !...However. as a youngster, he was not competitive with the more experienced one pocket player's, hence we never really tried too hard to match up back then.
Fast forward, about 35-40 years, to about 2005 !..Jack and Barb, found themselves in Arizona ..Jack got word I was living there, and still 'trying' to play high dollar pool !..He had greatly improved his one pocket game by then, and had to believe he could rob an old dinosaur, now a little north of seventy ! ..Humorous side note, (as Barb told me sometime later)...as they were driving over to my joint, Jack said, "Don't worry hon, this won't take long" !
Well, I played the age card on him, and convinced him I needed at least a ball !..After the usual 'stall time', he finally said..you got it, Flip it !..Get ready for the brag !...After about 4-5 hours, of him winning about 1 out of every 5-6 games, I agreed to play even !..Nothing much changed ! ..Barb was getting more and more stressed out, and (not that unusual, when Jack got his nose open) they got into a little beef.. She threw some money at him, stormed out the door, and left him there !
By that time, Jack had tried various forms of booze and 'meds', trying to stop the bleeding, but it was too late..He soon ran out of the money she had left him, and I let him go on the wire to keep playing, with the understanding I would have to give him a ride to their motel in Mesa, (about 25 miles) to settle up. Well, I was having fun, we were both sipping on the booze, and it turned into about a 28-30 hr. marathon..I think we ended up playing for $300 a game !
Jack finally ran out of gas first !.. He only owed me a few games, and I told him to forget it..But I still had to get him back to his motel !...My main goal, was to drop him off, and get the Hell out of there, before either of us had to confront Barbra! I was afraid it might be Jack's turn, to 'take a bullet for her'! (theres another great story)
..I don't remember the exact count on the score, but it was several thousand !..Busted, Jack left town, with Barb (a wet hen) and we didn't play again, 'til about a year later !.. And yes, hard-headed old farf that I was, I let him play position on me, and he exacted his revenge !..He almost got even !...Lotsa fun times though !..Jack's always been a great guy to gamble with ! :thumbup:
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