Stories about the first time talent was recognized?

In what I believe was January 2015, a completely unknown 14-year old player drew Alex Pagulayan in the Derby City 9ball. Alex was in his prime and was, without question, one of the world's top 5 players, and he would win the Derby city Master of the Table days later.

I was among the few watching from the beginning, but with near perfect play, this unknown ran out to a lead and had Alex on the ropes. His fine play was to continue, and he got ahead 7-4 in the race to nine. By this point, dozens were sweating this match, which was played on an outer table, Pagulayan caught the kid for the double hill win, but not because the kid handed it to him. I was shocked at the level of play I had seen from this kid, and knew he was one to watch.

The kid is hardly an unknown today. He is Fedor Gorst.
Back in 2016 I was in Qualifying tournament on southern Finland to spot for Darren´s World Pool Series to New York. Fedor was shooting some snooker after he dropped from tournament. I went and tried to get 50€ frames with him. He was doing 30-40+ breaks all the time.
I was practicing snooker a lot too back then and was confident I could pull this out. He did not play.
I even pulled comments like: "Camoon, you are superstar im just a taxi driver from north" :D:D
Early 2017 I did my first 147 :)
 
Back in 2016 I was in Qualifying tournament on southern Finland to spot for Darren´s World Pool Series to New York. Fedor was shooting some snooker after he dropped from tournament. I went and tried to get 50€ frames with him. He was doing 30-40+ breaks all the time.
I was practicing snooker a lot too back then and was confident I could pull this out. He did not play.
I even pulled comments like: "Camoon, you are superstar im just a taxi driver from north" :D:D
Early 2017 I did my first 147 :)
Oh, for what might have been!
 
Several of us saw a young boy, maybe 10 or 12 with incredible talent. Our Organization and several others supported him and his father.
Yura loaned him a table for as long as he perused the game. Money was raised and instructors contacted to get him to the World Junior 3-Cushion Championships.

When he reached the age of revolt, he gave up the game. And the table was taken back for lack of use.
 
Here in Norcal, we watched the kid who ended up posting some videos on youtube as Jesse Alred, later as Jesse James I think, playing one handed pool. Played in Sonoma County as a kid.

There came a point where you watched him break and run racks of nine ball one handed, no resting of his arm on the rail, 6 foot draws with the object ball 4 feet away, jumping one handed to make balls on a freaking bumper pool table. Can't confirm it, but someone said he ran a 3 pack of nine ball one handed, no cue on the rail. He was a fine player overall as well, ran over 100 at 14.1 with a regular stroke.

Everyone was like, holy sh!t, this guy is a freak. Played Mike Massey a one hand match and Mike told him he was good as anyone he had ever seen one handed.

This as a part timer, ended up joining the Army and having a family, but his ability one handed went from impressive to mind boggling. The videos don't do it justice...some were joke posts that he edited, watching it in person was mind boggling.
 
Our club have a 11 year old kid who is already kicking ass in Finnish Kaisa Tournaments. He joined when he was 7. He also play ok snooker(break 58), pool, 3 cushion still weak :D and good at chinese pool too.
Last week he cleared Heyball rack 3 times on 1 inning on race to 7 on tough Joy table. ( I won 7-3 :D)
Here is him starting our pool match. lil rough run out after mediocre break. )He can break now better).
I bet he is gonna be force to reckon soon! He is also very good at bowling and other sports. ( I don´t remember his best bowling score but it was something around 260-270)
I am still waiting until i can fully couch him. Now I just play with him and maybe telling sometimes why i choose shot or not. Just some short advice. He is not yet ready to practice hard. He just play and vacuum all information around like a sponge.
 
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Again, ad nauseum. For so many players today, pool begins and ends in a bar. The first time I heard someone being described as a "bar table player", I literally stopped the conversation and asked that the term be explained to me. When I learned there were players who could win the Friday night 8 Ball Tournament at the local watering hole but absolutely refused to play on, much less gamble on, a 9 footer, I could only shake my head in disbelief, and my real resentment of bar tables began to form.

I played plenty of bar pool for a beer, but any time the subject of gambling (for serious money) arose, we would either leave the bar and find a pool hall or make a date for a later game. Serious gambling in a loud bar filled with intoxicated patrons just did not make good sense to me or the other "real"players I ran into in bars. Granted, I was not above robbing the drunk frat boys with fat pockets who were all too ready to impress their dates or friends, but "real" pool between me and another "real" player just was not going to happen in a bar. Then, I found myself entering into a twilight zone of pool in which seemingly good players not only preferred bar pool but also refused to play on a "real" table.

To this day, I do not understand how a person with talent cannot want to challenge himself on a larger table.

The demise of pool halls and emergence of bar pool can be subjected to chicken/egg analysis for days without any advance upon resolution. But, that the transition has occurred is unavoidable truth. Without the 7 footers, I hate to consider where American pool would be today -- it has all the makings of a night terror. I would like to believe that all of my rantings might serve as a cautionary tale, but it appears far too late.
 
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Again, ad nauseum, for so many players today, pool begins and ends in a bar. The first time I heard someone being described as a "bar table player", I literally stopped the conversation and asked that the term be explained to me. When I learned there were players who could win the Friday night 8 Ball Tournament at the local watering hole but absolutely refused to play on, much less gamble on, a 9 footer, I could only shake my head in disbelief, and my real resentment of bar tables began to form.

I played plenty of bar pool for a beer, but any time the subject of gambling (for serious money) arose, we would either leave the bar and find a pool hall or make a date for a later game. Serious gambling in a loud bar filled with intoxicated patrons just did not make good sense to me or the other "real"players I ran into in bars. Granted, I was not above robbing the drunk frat boys with fat pockets who were all too ready to impress their dates or friends, but "real" pool between me and another "real" player just was not going to happen in a bar. Then, I found myself entering into a twilight zone of pool in which seemingly good players not only preferred bar pool but also refused to play on a "real" table.

To this day, I do not understand how a person with talent cannot want to challenge himself on a larger table.

The demise of pool halls and emergence of bar pool can be subjected to chicken/egg analysis for days without any advance upon resolution. But, that the transition has occurred is unavoidable truth. Without the 7 footers, I hate to consider where American pool would be today -- it has all the makings of a night terror. I would like to believe that all of my rantings might serve as a cautionary tale, but it appears far too late.
One of my local pool rooms has a mixture of 8' and 9' Gold Crowns. All of the tournaments and leagues are played on the 8' tables, and the regulars flock to them for friendly games as well. The rest of the rooms around here have almost all 7' Diamonds with a couple of 9'ers, and the 9' tables are almost exclusively used for one pocket or given to unsuspecting casual players who stroll in on a league night and can't find an open 7' table.
 
My buddy had all the talent in the world but didn't/doesn't care about pool. He has it all. Perfect 90 degree pendulum stroke, zero head movement/body movement of any kind, rapid fire pace, and can spin the ball a country mile. He just has a million other hobbies he'd rather do.
Yeah, that’s often the way it works. Those that it comes so easy to don’t have the passion / drive, whereas those that put in the long hours and would give anything to play well just don’t have that gift.
 
There was a kid named Tyler Strawn from OklaCity. Used to come to Tulsa with Joey and Chip. Had more natural ability than the law allows. Was playing champ speed at 15-16. Went to jr. nationals and jr. worlds iirc. He was tragically killed in a highway crossing accident. He was only twenty. He had the chops to be a great player. RIP kid.
 
There was a kid named Tyler Strawn from OklaCity. Used to come to Tulsa with Joey and Chip. Had more natural ability than the law allows. Was playing champ speed at 15-16. Went to jr. nationals and jr. worlds iirc. He was tragically killed in a highway crossing accident. He was only twenty. He had the chops to be a great player. RIP kid.
Yes, no question that Tyler would have been one of the top US players of his generation, possibly even challenging SVB. I saw him play in three consecutive BCA Junior nationals when my son was also competing in it.

He made the game look so easy and was clearly a level above all the other top junior players at that time which was quite an impressive list – Justin Hall, Justin Bergman, Joey Gray, Shane McMinn, etc.
 
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There was a kid named Tyler Strawn from OklaCity. Used to come to Tulsa with Joey and Chip. Had more natural ability than the law allows. Was playing champ speed at 15-16. Went to jr. nationals and jr. worlds iirc. He was tragically killed in a highway crossing accident. He was only twenty. He had the chops to be a great player. RIP kid.
Tyler was from Broken Arrow… hell of a player!
 
Tyler was from Broken Arrow… hell of a player!
May have been living there at the time but he was from OkC. Him, Chip,Joey and Tyler's older brother David used to come to the Tulsa Billiard Palace a lot to gamble and play tournaments.
 
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Again, ad nauseum. For so many players today, pool begins and ends in a bar. The first time I heard someone being described as a "bar table player", I literally stopped the conversation and asked that the term be explained to me. When I learned there were players who could win the Friday night 8 Ball Tournament at the local watering hole but absolutely refused to play on, much less gamble on, a 9 footer, I could only shake my head in disbelief, and my real resentment of bar tables began to form.

I played plenty of bar pool for a beer, but any time the subject of gambling (for serious money) arose, we would either leave the bar and find a pool hall or make a date for a later game. Serious gambling in a loud bar filled with intoxicated patrons just did not make good sense to me or the other "real"players I ran into in bars. Granted, I was not above robbing the drunk frat boys with fat pockets who were all too ready to impress their dates or friends, but "real" pool between me and another "real" player just was not going to happen in a bar. Then, I found myself entering into a twilight zone of pool in which seemingly good players not only preferred bar pool but also refused to play on a "real" table.

To this day, I do not understand how a person with talent cannot want to challenge himself on a larger table.

The demise of pool halls and emergence of bar pool can be subjected to chicken/egg analysis for days without any advance upon resolution. But, that the transition has occurred is unavoidable truth. Without the 7 footers, I hate to consider where American pool would be today -- it has all the makings of a night terror. I would like to believe that all of my rantings might serve as a cautionary tale, but it appears far too late.
Some of the bar box players I see while playing on my big table in the corner, lol, have excellent mechanics. Idk why they choose to play on small tables unless they truly enjoy this or it's a social thing, or that's what they learned to play on, etc ...
If I tied into one and got beat on a bar box, I'd never live it down.
Anybody have an opinion or idea how long it will be B4 9 footers go the way of tens and twelves??
It's already happening.
Sad. Big tables require a completely different skill set, imo, that you just can't experience on a bar box.
 
I'm not exactly answering the question from the perspective of first seeing the talent of an up and comer, instead I'll tell you about when I first saw elite talent up close and personal. Prior to this night, I thought I could reel in the greats IF I just put in the time. Now, in the back of my mind, I think I knew I wasn't willing to put in the necessary time :) but still -- I thought I could technically get there. Which was a nice comfortable thought to walk around with. You see, I just hadn't seen an extended display of world-class pool while standing table side. I'd seen some of the greats playing matches but a match setting can mask the overall talent. Unless of course you watch for a long time and you really know what you're watching.

Anyway, I worked in a pool hall and the local great, who I got to know a bit and heard quite a few road stories from, also worked there. But he hadn't been playing a lot of pool at this time, until he sort of got the itch to play. I don't recall what piqued his interest, may have been the room owner wanting to stake him in the US Open. So he began intruding on my after hours practice time. It was always cool playing after hours because I'd turn off all the lights except for the table lights on the shimmed up table in the front of the room.

He had my speed gauged accurately and he gave me a few pointers here and there but one night he just asked if I would mind just racking for him for a bit while he played the 9 Ball Ghost. Now today's ghost is a totally different animal than the ghost played in the 90's. Today players get perfect racks and nice spreads. If you dial in the break you don't even have to deal with clusters. Not so back then with the wooden racks.

I would just rack them as good as an almost B player could and he would SMASH the rack and squat the cue ball. But I swear every single rack had a puzzle that had to be solved, a cluster that had to be nudged, or a crazy multi-rail positional route that the cue ball would have to travel. I placed those balls in that wooden triangle rack after rack, and watched him slide his coin around the entire table and then some while working through 13 racks in a row.

It was so far beyond anything I had seen accomplished on a pool table up until then. For him, it didn't seem like a big deal. His exact words have escaped my memory, but he said something about "getting closer to being back in stroke." It was all very sobering for this delusional pool player.

I enlisted in the Air Force a few months later.

Michigan's Nathan Haddad was a really good player that could have had a good career if "things" could have gone his way. He had his struggles but he always had a smile on his face.
 
I'm not exactly answering the question from the perspective of first seeing the talent of an up and comer, instead I'll tell you about when I first saw elite talent up close and personal. Prior to this night, I thought I could reel in the greats IF I just put in the time. Now, in the back of my mind, I think I knew I wasn't willing to put in the necessary time :) but still -- I thought I could technically get there. Which was a nice comfortable thought to walk around with. You see, I just hadn't seen an extended display of world-class pool while standing table side. I'd seen some of the greats playing matches but a match setting can mask the overall talent. Unless of course you watch for a long time and you really know what you're watching.

Anyway, I worked in a pool hall and the local great, who I got to know a bit and heard quite a few road stories from, also worked there. But he hadn't been playing a lot of pool at this time, until he sort of got the itch to play. I don't recall what piqued his interest, may have been the room owner wanting to stake him in the US Open. So he began intruding on my after hours practice time. It was always cool playing after hours because I'd turn off all the lights except for the table lights on the shimmed up table in the front of the room.

He had my speed gauged accurately and he gave me a few pointers here and there but one night he just asked if I would mind just racking for him for a bit while he played the 9 Ball Ghost. Now today's ghost is a totally different animal than the ghost played in the 90's. Today players get perfect racks and nice spreads. If you dial in the break you don't even have to deal with clusters. Not so back then with the wooden racks.

I would just rack them as good as an almost B player could and he would SMASH the rack and squat the cue ball. But I swear every single rack had a puzzle that had to be solved, a cluster that had to be nudged, or a crazy multi-rail positional route that the cue ball would have to travel. I placed those balls in that wooden triangle rack after rack, and watched him slide his coin around the entire table and then some while working through 13 racks in a row.

It was so far beyond anything I had seen accomplished on a pool table up until then. For him, it didn't seem like a big deal. His exact words have escaped my memory, but he said something about "getting closer to being back in stroke." It was all very sobering for this delusional pool player.

I enlisted in the Air Force a few months later.

Michigan's Nathan Haddad was a really good player that could have had a good career if "things" could have gone his way. He had his struggles but he always had a smile on his face.
great story
reminds of the first time i walked into the sports palace in new orleans as a college kid
had no clue pool could be played the way i saw that day
made me realize i better study harder ....😂
 
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May have been living there at the time but he was from OkC. Him, Chip,Joey and Tyler's older brother David used to come to the Tulsa Billiard Palace a lot to gamble and play tournaments.
Oh okay. He was always introduced from Broken Arrow… maybe because his mom lived there. Another kid that plays great right now is Adrian Prasad. He plays out of the Hard times in Sacramento.
 
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Another kid was Manny Perez from KC. Used to see him just watching at Shooters when he was around 10ish. Now he's grown-up and playing pro pool. Super nice guy who did what it took to get better. The latest KC young-guns are Chase Stumfoil and Kaden Herrbach. Both these kids play super strong.
 
Again, ad nauseum. For so many players today, pool begins and ends in a bar. The first time I heard someone being described as a "bar table player", I literally stopped the conversation and asked that the term be explained to me. When I learned there were players who could win the Friday night 8 Ball Tournament at the local watering hole but absolutely refused to play on, much less gamble on, a 9 footer, I could only shake my head in disbelief, and my real resentment of bar tables began to form.

I played plenty of bar pool for a beer, but any time the subject of gambling (for serious money) arose, we would either leave the bar and find a pool hall or make a date for a later game. Serious gambling in a loud bar filled with intoxicated patrons just did not make good sense to me or the other "real"players I ran into in bars. Granted, I was not above robbing the drunk frat boys with fat pockets who were all too ready to impress their dates or friends, but "real" pool between me and another "real" player just was not going to happen in a bar. Then, I found myself entering into a twilight zone of pool in which seemingly good players not only preferred bar pool but also refused to play on a "real" table.

To this day, I do not understand how a person with talent cannot want to challenge himself on a larger table.

The demise of pool halls and emergence of bar pool can be subjected to chicken/egg analysis for days without any advance upon resolution. But, that the transition has occurred is unavoidable truth. Without the 7 footers, I hate to consider where American pool would be today -- it has all the makings of a night terror. I would like to believe that all of my rantings might serve as a cautionary tale, but it appears far too late.
Very true and today you will find very, very few newcomers to the game willing to invest the time, money, and dedication needed to become an excellent player on 9 foot tables. A shame since the internet provides so many more possibilities of learning the game correctly from day one - I never had anything close to that starting out mid 1960s but developed a love for the game that is lasting a lifetime and has been adopted by my own sons and hopefully their children.
 
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