Many years ago, when there was no internet, the twin towers were still standing and people were
digging for coins in their pockets to make a call at a phone booth, an unsuspicious looking, small package arrived at my door step.
After turning it around the senders identity was revealed.
‘’Accu Stats Video Productions’’
I ran to my living room, opened the box, grabbed all the tapes, rushed to my VCR and with a mere push of a button, the players, which I had so far only read or heard about, came alive…
For the first time in my life I saw Efren's fluid stroke, Earls fierce shot making, Archers powerful break..but something always stood out to me about the big man with that smooth, beautiful stroke and elegant pause at the end of his final backswing, the precision with which he controlled the cueball, almost like a bearded sorcerer that, with his cue wand in hand, had cast a spell on the white orb bound to make its placement a mere extension of his will..
And after witnessing his comeback against Archer at the 1991 U.S.Open semi finals, battling back from what looked like a certain defeat and a 7-1 deficit in a race to nine only to run out the set after the Georgia native missed the 9 to go on the hill returning only once more to table on a Hall safety, one thing was more than clear to me.
This was not just a great player or a champion, this was a man that had mastered the game of pocket billiards. This was a living legend.
Maybe the Kentuckian, who was born on a river boat, was not the best thing to happen to pool marketing wise?I mean, every time you saw a guy pocketing balls with ease, being a foot away from the next with a perfect angle to drop on the succeeding one.Anybody can do this, right..?
But those who participate in the game of pool at a more serious level, know better..
Sometimes, younger players ask me who my favourite player is and I tell them ‘’ You might not know him but there was a guy they called ‘’The Rifleman…’’
Rest in pool, Buddy.. and even though you are gone, your amazing talent will be remembered forever…
digging for coins in their pockets to make a call at a phone booth, an unsuspicious looking, small package arrived at my door step.
After turning it around the senders identity was revealed.
‘’Accu Stats Video Productions’’
I ran to my living room, opened the box, grabbed all the tapes, rushed to my VCR and with a mere push of a button, the players, which I had so far only read or heard about, came alive…
For the first time in my life I saw Efren's fluid stroke, Earls fierce shot making, Archers powerful break..but something always stood out to me about the big man with that smooth, beautiful stroke and elegant pause at the end of his final backswing, the precision with which he controlled the cueball, almost like a bearded sorcerer that, with his cue wand in hand, had cast a spell on the white orb bound to make its placement a mere extension of his will..
And after witnessing his comeback against Archer at the 1991 U.S.Open semi finals, battling back from what looked like a certain defeat and a 7-1 deficit in a race to nine only to run out the set after the Georgia native missed the 9 to go on the hill returning only once more to table on a Hall safety, one thing was more than clear to me.
This was not just a great player or a champion, this was a man that had mastered the game of pocket billiards. This was a living legend.
Maybe the Kentuckian, who was born on a river boat, was not the best thing to happen to pool marketing wise?I mean, every time you saw a guy pocketing balls with ease, being a foot away from the next with a perfect angle to drop on the succeeding one.Anybody can do this, right..?
But those who participate in the game of pool at a more serious level, know better..
Sometimes, younger players ask me who my favourite player is and I tell them ‘’ You might not know him but there was a guy they called ‘’The Rifleman…’’
Rest in pool, Buddy.. and even though you are gone, your amazing talent will be remembered forever…
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