This match?
I had the fortune to practice with Jimmy a few times at my "home" pool hall when I was a teenager. Pockets in Lansing, Michigan. It was like watching a magician. He would run seemingly endless balls playing 14.1. One thing that I had never seen before or since, was that he would use an open bridge so he could cup the chalk in his left hand under the middle two fingers so he didn't have to set it down or pick it up. Shoot. Chalk. Shoot. Chalk. Shoot, shoot, shoot. Chalk. There was such an interesting economy of motion about the whole thing. This was 1987 to 1991, when I was a wide-eyed high school kid.
As I stroll down memory lane, one great thing about Pockets, that I didn't fully appreciate at the time, was the wealth of knowledge in the room from people like Jimmy, Eva (Mataya) Laurance, Larry Wiggins, Vicki Paski, Bucky Bell, with Gary "Bushwacker" Nolan and Cornbread Red passing through... and the older generation would always help me and another young man named Nathen Haddad (RIP). He and I would do battle for hours, and continued to be friends and competitors when we both moved to Kalamazoo, MI.