Thanks for posting this, AtLarge. Much appreciated.
Three distinct memories I have of "Little Nicky" (which is what he was called in the DC area):
First time I ever saw him was in 1967, at the old Brunswick Billiards at 14th & Irving Sts. in the Columbia Heights section of Washington. It was a medium level action room at that time, long past its peak, but there was a classic Brunswick 5' x 10' front table that still attracted some of the best local one pocket players.
Nick at the time came in with a couple of backers, who told us that this skinny little kid was 14 (he looked it), and made up some bullshit story about how they were just trying to teach him how to play. Problem was, he couldn't help himself, and just kept firing in one bank shot after another, scaring away all the possible suckers. He was treating that 5 x 10 as if it were a bleeping bar table.
Next time I saw him was at Roman Billiards in Silver Spring, where he was playing 30 no-count straight pool with another local prodigy, a 20ish carpenter named Jerry Stevens, who was spotting Nick the 8 playing some cheap 9 ball. Nick's game wasn't 9 ball, but Jerry Stevens was an absolute monster, although he never traveled much and once Roman closed I never saw him again.
But the last time I saw Nicky was what really opened my eyes, also at Roman's. There was a one pocket tournament that was heavily promoted, and brought out many of the best players in the area, including Geese. Nick not only won the tournament without losing a game, but in the finals against Johnny Deborrel, another 9 ball monster, he won every game while leaving Johnny with a negative ball count each time. In the final game he added insult to injury by playing one handed, laughing all the while. This was when he still couldn't have been more than 16. He was just toying with his opponents.
At some point in the late 70's or early 80's, he came back to Washington to visit, and I never saw him. But a mutual friend and very good player, the late Jerry Gruber (AKA Goober), told me that Nicky sidled up to him at Randolph Hills, smiled and said "
Goobs, I ain't missed a ball in TEN YEARS". Obviously major hyperbole, but nobody wanted to try him out on it on the table, and Randolph Hills had some great players.
I never saw him after he left the Washington area, but in terms of one pocket, from everything I've heard he was every bit as good a money player as Cole Dickson was in 9 ball.