As a Huge Underdog I beat Cuban Joe in a Tournament for "C" Players

brunswick1901

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Before I tell you about my match with Cuban Joe I have to tell you about the most successful $20 monthly 32 man, single elimination 9 Ball tournament from the early 1980s to the mid 1990s at the House of Billiards in Sherman Oaks California.

The success was because Bill Duke handicapped the tournament for “B” players.

For example Keith McCredy and other top players spotted everyone two games going to seven.

Two games is not a big enough of a spot if you were gambling with Keith but it was enough of a spot that Keith and no other professional ever won the tournament.

For Keith to win he would have to beat six people in a row giving up two on the wire.

Hawaiian Brian got close, he won 5 sets in a row to meet me in the finals.

Instead of playing Brian said, "Toss a coin for who wins the tournament", I won the toss.

If we had played I think Brian would have beat me because he had not missed a shot in his previous five sets.

Because Bill wanted to give weaker players the opportunity to play he started a tournament for "C" players only.

No one who played in the "B" level tournament could play in the "C" player tournament

I was in the room because my girlfriend was working and with the owner's consent I could practice for free.

Bill didn't know who Cuban Joe was when he accepted his $10 entry fee.

After Bill found out Joe was a good player, instead of giving Joe back his entry fee he turned it into a open tournament and asked me for $10.

In the $20 tournament you pulled a pea from a pill bottle when you paid your entry fee to determine where your place would be on the tournament chart.

I don't remember pulling a pea but I do remember that I wasn't at the tournament board.

When I finally saw the board my first game was Cuban Joe.

I've always been a slow starter and after missing a few shots Joe won the first three games.

I had enough experience to recognize when someone is stalling and in the fourth game Joe bunted a shot to let me back to the table.

I do not remember how I played but I won the next seven games in a row and the room cheered!

Joe walked out in a huff and I lost my next match.

I’ll leave it for you to decide if I dumped my backer!
 
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My guess, no you didn't dump your backer. We have all won the big battle, then fluffed what should have been a far easier one. It is partially a chemical thing. Our brains are receiving a big dose of feel good chemicals of the natural variety. We aren't ready to continue to battle, we are ready to celebrate.

I found winning a big battle early one of the harder things to get past. I fought hard, I won when maybe I shouldn't have. I was definitely the underdog. Now I have a clean run to first place with the toughest competition eliminated. Then I play somebody I beat about nine times out of ten. Problem is there is no gas left in the tank. I dumped massive amounts of adrenalin or whatever winning that last battle, I won, time to celebrate!

Staying in battle mode after the big win along the way was one of the harder things to learn for me. I would take out the favorite then let Walter Mitty kick my ass and go on to glory! I cleared the way to victory for many an underdog before I adapted to tournament play. Gambling when the battle was won there wasn't usually somebody else waiting to take on the winner. When there was it was a new battle and somehow different than beating the big dog out of a tournament or maybe I just had a lot more experience gambling.

Tournaments didn't pay anything around me in my early years. First place might literally pay nothing, a piece of chrome, or it might pay fifty bucks to the winner. I remember a big event at Greenway. To bang heads with Buddy Hall and a handful of players close to him all weekend was $250 added. I could pick up $500 most weekends if I hit the road hard without facing the best in the country.

Hu
 
My guess, no you didn't dump your backer. We have all won the big battle, then fluffed what should have been a far easier one. It is partially a chemical thing. Our brains are receiving a big dose of feel good chemicals of the natural variety. We aren't ready to continue to battle, we are ready to celebrate.

I found winning a big battle early one of the harder things to get past. I fought hard, I won when maybe I shouldn't have. I was definitely the underdog. Now I have a clean run to first place with the toughest competition eliminated. Then I play somebody I beat about nine times out of ten. Problem is there is no gas left in the tank. I dumped massive amounts of adrenalin or whatever winning that last battle, I won, time to celebrate!

Staying in battle mode after the big win along the way was one of the harder things to learn for me. I would take out the favorite then let Walter Mitty kick my ass and go on to glory! I cleared the way to victory for many an underdog before I adapted to tournament play. Gambling when the battle was won there wasn't usually somebody else waiting to take on the winner. When there was it was a new battle and somehow different than beating the big dog out of a tournament or maybe I just had a lot more experience gambling.

Tournaments didn't pay anything around me in my early years. First place might literally pay nothing, a piece of chrome, or it might pay fifty bucks to the winner. I remember a big event at Greenway. To bang heads with Buddy Hall and a handful of players close to him all weekend was $250 added. I could pick up $500 most weekends if I hit the road hard without facing the best in the country.

Hu
I was teasing the reader when I said I dumped my backer.

I was the backer and Bill knew I would not take advantage of the "C" players.

This was the best win I ever had because Joe was not a nice guy and a nit who would not hesitate to take advantage of the helpless.
 
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