Exactly how good are these professional players?
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dom_poppa
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Against top rated amateurs?
Sigh..... and in what game pray tell are you assuming?
A good A+ player can give any pro something to be concerned with in 9 or 10 ball, but go play Thorsten oe Appleton, or John Schmidt, or Mika, or any of the great pro players 14.1 and the difference quickly becomes apparent.
A good A+ player can give any pro something to be concerned with in 9 or 10 ball, but go play Thorsten oe Appleton, or John Schmidt, or Mika, or any of the great pro players 14.1 and the difference quickly becomes apparent.
I was on the side for 100 a game watching SVB give Tedder the 5 out and the break in Chattanooga. SVB took it down.
I would say, at that time Tedder was a shortstop.
I have played SVB, Alex P, Shannon Daulton, Hennessee and many others.
As I said above - they play pretty f'n good
I would say, at that time Tedder was a shortstop.
I have played SVB, Alex P, Shannon Daulton, Hennessee and many others.
As I said above - they play pretty f'n good
Back around the years 1999-2001, I had some ties with the wpba and they had challenge matches for local charity's where you could play against the top ten seeded pros at the time of the event. Playing against Ewa Laurance, Allison Fisher, Robin Dodson, Lorre Jon Jones, Karen Corr, Fran Crimi, Helena Thronfeldt, Monica Webb, Vivian V, Gerda Hoffsteder to name a few. Sure, you could win your games here and there, but, all would destroy you in a set on a nine ball table tournament table. I am a ametuer player, a pretty good one, competitive, but, not a pro. So, if your consistent ameuter state wide champion, you may have shoot even up with the gals, they are fantastic players. The men, forget about it. In fact, back in this time period, a few years had pro events during the ameuter bca nationals in vegas and we actually liked watching the gals ( yeah don't go there) more than the guys as the guys would just break and run all day long as the gals break and runs were a little less frequent which was more enjoybable to watch. That's just how great the pro's really are. Hat's off to all of them to stick to something they love to do.
You may need to elaborate.
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Never knew there were pros.
I played this poster "Eagleshot" some one pocket last week and I couldn't win a game......He might be a Pro? All I know is I need weight.
We can just trust Jimmy to make a fair game!
G.
Sorry referring to OP's question.
Back in the recent day, pros of the likes of Johnny Archer, Jim Rempe, Nick Varner and Buddy Hall would traverse the United States going from town to town scuffling. Not hustling (although I'm sure some of that went on, too), but scuffling. This was the art of beating each city and town's best players.
Every town had its own "Home Town Hero". The one player from miles around that no one else could beat. All the townsfolk had no clue that there were better players out there than their own "Home Town Hero'. In fact, these townsfolk didn't know that these road players played at a level so far above their "Home Town Hero" that they were willing to put up vast sums of money to to bet against them.
The OP needs to come to an understanding that the truly great pros can consistently play at gears only vaguely understood by the average pool player....and for hours and hours and hours.
And even as each town and city produces their cream of top local pool players who beat the best in their respective areas, there is also a pecking order among the top pros. I remember listening to these top pros, while working for the Pro Billiards Tour, remarking with amazement on some of the things Efren Reyes did on the table during tournaments. Efren's nickname, The Magician, didn't come from a term of endearment, but rather from an unbelieving belief that ANYONE could do the things he did without being a sorcerer.
The OP needs to take a week of vacation sometime when the pros are at a major tournament (like the US Open) and camp out there and watch some of the most amazing pool playing that he will ever be likely to see.
Every town had its own "Home Town Hero". The one player from miles around that no one else could beat. All the townsfolk had no clue that there were better players out there than their own "Home Town Hero'. In fact, these townsfolk didn't know that these road players played at a level so far above their "Home Town Hero" that they were willing to put up vast sums of money to to bet against them.
The OP needs to come to an understanding that the truly great pros can consistently play at gears only vaguely understood by the average pool player....and for hours and hours and hours.
And even as each town and city produces their cream of top local pool players who beat the best in their respective areas, there is also a pecking order among the top pros. I remember listening to these top pros, while working for the Pro Billiards Tour, remarking with amazement on some of the things Efren Reyes did on the table during tournaments. Efren's nickname, The Magician, didn't come from a term of endearment, but rather from an unbelieving belief that ANYONE could do the things he did without being a sorcerer.
The OP needs to take a week of vacation sometime when the pros are at a major tournament (like the US Open) and camp out there and watch some of the most amazing pool playing that he will ever be likely to see.
Kathy Keegan
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I worked at various pool rooms in Tampa for a number of years, Bakers, the Cue Club, Fatsos, Northdale, and Hot Shots . I have played Buddy, he is a friend. Big Goose Conway is a very good friend, as is his wife Sandy and son Little Goose. I have played / practiced against him for a number of years. Tommy Kennedy is a good friend. Tommy somehow got me involved in a grudge match he would be playing against Earl Kellum once. Earl was a friend, too, until he was in a severe, almost fatal, car crash going back home to see his family from the Flamingo Lounge. Both of them were inviting me to that match on the same night. Earl and Dale Nichol used to drop by a bar I hung out at, the Branding Iron,before that joint was shut down. Wade Crane was a good friend when he lived in Tampa. I used to take his wife shopping so he could get some practice in. I worked with Steve Cook for several years. Gene-the Glove- Catron introduced me to Buddy. Strickland has been known to stop show boating and watch me practice banks. I know Efren, Parica and a bunch of other Filipinos. Mike Massey, the 9 foot tall trick shot pro tries to smother me in a bear hug every time he sees me, with his sweetheart of a wife laughing at him.
And the first time I met John Schmidt, he asked me to practice. No money, just give him someone to shoot against. Ok, we hit balls for a while.
His new wife came back from a nearby mall and told him to take her to dinner. He asked me to stay on the table, he would be back after he got her settled into a motel room and fed.
I sharpened up a bit more. I had no idea who he was. I knew he was a player by how well he shot.
He came back in about an hour, already screwing his stick back together. I broke. Made a ball. Broke and ran 7 straight racks before I finally managed to not make a ball on the break. He was sitting behind me saying that it was not fun at all, Damn, she does that too, several impolite words under his breath...
Finally one of the old regulars got in my way while I was breaking rack 8. I could barely walk. I have a bad back and had been hospitalized for almost 6 months the year before because a seizure condition I had as a baby decided to come back when I was in my 50s. My BF came back soon after that. The seizure meds I am on stop me from driving now.
And the first time I met John Schmidt, he asked me to practice. No money, just give him someone to shoot against. Ok, we hit balls for a while.
His new wife came back from a nearby mall and told him to take her to dinner. He asked me to stay on the table, he would be back after he got her settled into a motel room and fed.
I sharpened up a bit more. I had no idea who he was. I knew he was a player by how well he shot.
He came back in about an hour, already screwing his stick back together. I broke. Made a ball. Broke and ran 7 straight racks before I finally managed to not make a ball on the break. He was sitting behind me saying that it was not fun at all, Damn, she does that too, several impolite words under his breath...
Finally one of the old regulars got in my way while I was breaking rack 8. I could barely walk. I have a bad back and had been hospitalized for almost 6 months the year before because a seizure condition I had as a baby decided to come back when I was in my 50s. My BF came back soon after that. The seizure meds I am on stop me from driving now.
