I never would have qualified as a great player even when I gambled with great regularity in the 60's. I was, however, fairly good at making games that I felt were to my advantage. My biggest score was $1700 which was a monster amount to me in the 60's but to big time gamblers, I guess it would have been "ho-hum".
When my opponent seemed ready to "go off" and lose big, I seldom turned that opportunity down.lOn occasion, my little brain would relay to me a thought or feeling that this move has a smell that I don't like and I would resist the chance to raise the bet or double up.
I confess my "brain alert" did not always keep me from upping the bet. I played a guy in Waco in '67-he comes into the pool hall with 2 other guys, asks the manager if there is anyone who gambles a little and is steered over to the table where I am hitting a few balls by myself.
He smells with alcohol and asks me if I would like to play some for $10 a rack(brain gives me a little zing). I agree, however, and we flip for break, I win, and the fun begins. I notice he has a nice smooth stroke, seems to control whitey pretty well but rattles a key ball from time to time. Pretty soon, I am up $70 but I don't believe he is playing full speed. Can't totally put my finger on it because he has won games and made some nice runouts but those pocket rattlers on key balls in a run are dinging the bells for me.
When I get $70 up he says "how bout we raise the bet to $25 a game?" I decide now is the time to find out even though, in many other matches with other folks, I have said no.
I had won the last rack, broke, made a ball and somewhere along the run missed a ball. He has no makeable shot on the ball but plays a 3 rail shot that just happens to combo the 9. Laughs about "getting lucky" and breaks the next rack and runs out. I am not in a panic because he ran some racks at the $10 rate but this situation does seem to ding my brain bell a little more. I win the next rack and that is the last one I win. He wins the next 3 racks, one on a billiard that I saw as a possibility but doubted it would be made. Wrong!
I quit him because it was apparent that he had at least one better gear(I had just seen it) and he might have even another gear or two! You might say, Well you pulled up fairly early and he could have gotten lucky on those games.
My reply is that I had ignored my brain "warnings" the whole match and I decided to listen and shut down the bleeding.