a story from lou. he is not a top player and got a spot but still said he was running like 5 balls. now imagine someone skilled at playing with one for a time.
The following is a true story.
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It was a Friday night back in the early 70's at Town & Country Billiards, in Daly City, California. As was my wont at that period of my callow youth, there I was hitting balls instead of being out on a date, or working on my term paper which was due the following week. But, it was Friday night, the week of school and work was over, I was 19 years old playing pool and life was good.
About 10 o'clock, Vince -- a well-known (and well-heeled) mark walks in the front door of the establishment. Vince was always good for some $5 or $10 9ball, a game I actually played and was semi-proficient at way back then. As soon as I saw him come through the door I knew I'd have only a very limited window of opportunity to put him under contract before other, perhaps more enticing offers, were made by all the usual suspects. And so, with full knowledge I'd only have one shot at my customer, I opened with what I thought would be a sure fire automatic deal-closer: "Hey Vince, come on. Let's play some 9ball. You got the eight." Vince didn't miss a beat and shot back, "I ain't playing you with no 8. I want the 6, 7, 8 from someone who shoots as straight as you." Instantly I knew I had underestimated my man and grossly misplayed my opportunity. I weakly rejoined, "Hell! The 6, 7, 8?! I'd play someone with the broomstick with that kind of spot." And then, fast as lighting, Vince barked back, "OK. You got the 6,7,8, for $20 a game with the broomstick."
Well, this was a totally unexpected turn of events. The hunter had somehow become the huntee and I was at a sudden loss as to what the appropriate move was. But then Jerry and Devlin came to my rescue.
Jerry was my wingman on many an adventure. Devlin, who looked just like Cole Dickson and was a straight shootin sum beeatch about our age and who also hung around said, "Play him -- you can win." I was totally not buying it. "What do you mean I can win? Playing with a broomstick ?!" Jerry says, "You can do it. Devlin did it against Dennis a few years ago. It's not that tough." Still, I had more than a few doubts. But somehow, their complete confidence in our side of the proposition swayed me and I said, "OK. Get the broomstick." I put the eight-point Gina back in its case for the night.
"Hey Stan. We need to borrow your broomstick."
Now for Stan Cleaner, owner and counter man, this request, came as no surprise or shock. He'd seen it all over the years watching as his teenaged charges had grown older, yet no wiser. This was just one more in a long string of inane, nonsensical, nutty things he'd heard from us and so, without much more than a shake of his head, a barely audible sigh, and a wave of his hand he continued reading his paper and said, "It's in the closet."
Stan's broom was standard issue (Made by the Blind). Maybe an 1 1/2" diameter blue wood handle, and the usual whisks in a tight natural colored fan pattern. The shape of the end of the handle was actually a pretty good approximation of a regular cue tip, except bigger. A lot bigger. "OK, look. You gotta keep it chalked, just like a regular pool cue. Just keep it chalked," Devlin instructed, as he sanded the blue enamel off the "tip." I looked at him dubiously.
Vince and I agreed to $20 a game (insert requisite: "that was pretty good action, back then.") Jerry, Devlin, and I quickly formed a consortium pooling our monies for a grand total of $120. Six barrels. I'd have to come out of the starting blocks fast. The only thing that made this anything less than total lunacy was that Vince was a known go-off and if somehow I could prevail, we'd all be on our way on a Vince-sponsored excursion to Lake Tahoe, with its siren call of casinos, blackjack tables, and "free" beer, shortly after the conclusion of the match.
We started and right off I could tell: Jerry and Devlin were right! It wasn't impossible. The hardest part was getting a decent grip on the whisks and of course, you had to play with an open hand bridge. But Vince wasn't that good to begin with and he had a little pooch in him and I'm sure the potential stories that would circulate through the pool room -- about him losing to Lou playing with a broomstick -- floated through his brain.
Vince jars an eight ball. Lou bumps the cue ball towards the eight and wins. Maybe this was not so tough after all...
After about two hours a serious problem began to emerge. It wasn't what was going on on the pool table. I was now getting the hang of it and was running three, and then four, and the occasional five balls at a time. I was even able to put a little stop shot action on the ball. And, we were now playing for $40 a game. Lou, Jerry, Devlin, Inc. was up almost $400. The problem was: gripping the broomstick by its whisks, the whisks having started to work their way up under the finger nails of my grip hand. My fingers had begun to bleed and hurt like hell. Jerry went running behind the counter to get the pool hall "Emergency Kit" which consisted entirely of a couple of old Band-Aids and an equally aging bottle of aspirin. We taped up all the fingers on my grip hand as best we could and I was good to go.
Well, to cut to the chase, we played into the night and I won just over $800 from Vince (requisite: not a bad score in those days). So all I know is that you can play with a broom stick. But my recommendation is to wear a glove on your grip hand if you're going to do it.
Lou Figueroa
I’ve said this before. pro golfers play with forged irons but you double digit handicap ass better get some over sized cavity backs like the rest of us haha