Years, many years, ago I made a US Open winner acknowledge that on here. Been decades, he hasn't forgotten yet!(grin)
I raced dirt track and got into a lot of mischief with a man. We were working like dogs one day and stopped on the way home for a beer. Two guys wanted to play partners for a beer before we got started. One of them broke dry after winning the flip. Bobby ran that rack and seven more on his break! I grabbed him as we went out the door. "We have to talk!" I took care of a little business the next day and hit the road for two weeks the following day.
Another time I went and drug him out of an old dive in the piney woods. He had been playing for three days straight, won over five hundred at three dollars a game! Then an old man that had been watching plucked him like a chicken! He was down to a hundred and a half when I grabbed him and hauled him home. He hardly knew where he was at and had a wife with two small children hungry at home. He was a wild and crazy guy. Could play pool, couldn't manage money or life!
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