Excerpt from The GosPool, my next book:
He Did A Stretch At Bensingers:
He was originally, Virginia Bob Ogburn, then Big Bob and finally Black Bart. He came up to Chicago's Bensingers from Virginia in the late 60s. He did a 6 month sentence there, never missed a ball, and stayed broke the whole time. He never got to play Nine-ball, a game where he could beat us, instead he was steered into trap after trap of One Pocket, Eight-Ball, and banks. However, if you ask him about those days, he will tell you that that is what hardened him into a top-notch road hustler. He calls that his basic-training. He went on to be a formidable force in the South for a long time. A high-roller and plenty tough to beat. One Pocket was his worst game, but he still played it very solid. He was a diet and fasting freak for a long time. Unfortunately he mixed the health stuff, as we all did then, with speed pills. Great guy, great player
Bob played One Pocket a little under me, even though the last time we played (at the Miscue Lounge in Ft.Lauderdale)he charged me 25 hundred. I claim extenuating circumstances because we were both being staked by killers, and my killer (Sugar Shack Johnny Novak) snuck off with the stakes well before the match was over -- and I knew it-- and I had to try to perform under those conditions.
the Beard