Jay, if you got any Rafael stories to share me and I'm sure others would love to hear them..
We're at the U.S.Open two days early, so we go bar hopping in the Hispanic neighborhood looking for a game.
Not much action, mostly two dollar pool. So I ask where the big games are played and get steered. Of course we go there, not knowing it's a hangout for outlaws and drug dealers.
They have a Challenge table for ten a game and up. This looks good and Rafael puts his quarter on the rail. When it's his turn the breaker asks him how much you want to bet? Rafael says, "Whatever you want." The guy just laughs and says, "Whatever?" Rafael says politely, "Yes senor." The guys smiles and says, "How about 100?"
I don't like it. We are in a strange place and the guys all look like thugs and killers, plus it's a big bet. Rafael smiles back and just says okay, bet.
Off they go and Rafael easily wins the first rack of Eight Ball, running the table. I'm thinking it's over, a one game shot. But the guy wants to double the bet. I tell Raffy get paid first, and he asks this guy to pay him the 100. The guy gets all huffy and acts insulted, and he's a big guy. Twice as big as Raf! I don't say another word.
The guy pulls a large wad out of his pocket and peels off 100. Now they play for 200 and Raf breaks and runs out. The guy is really pissed now and some of his buddies are laughing.
The guy looks at Rafael and says, "You're a hustler!" Little Rafael says, "Yes senor, I'm a money player," looked him straight in the eye. The guy didn't know what to say, I could tell. I wasn't sure what was going to happen.
Now this big oaf smiled again and stuck out his hand. He says, "I'm Jose, glad to meet you." It was obvious to me at that moment he admired Rafael's courage and ability.
The game was over and he wanted to buy Raffy a drink. I was greatly relieved.
After we left I asked Rafael what he was going to do if the guy got mad. He looks at me and says, "It's okay Jay I have my knife." He was serious too!