This may be 2 different things.
Your greatest pool shot. (if you have video awesome, if not plz try to diagram)
The shot that you made which you will never forget.
You don't have to have won the match, or even the game, just your opinion on the greatest shot.
Secondary, the greatest moment you have personally had in pool.
HAS to be you playing someone, no autographs, or meeting your idol, etc.
Maybe you won the league for your team.
Maybe you made a break and run pot for some good money.
Maybe you won a local tournament against players who were better.
I'd like to hear about it.
Thanks.
Greatest shot, I had won 2000.00 off a bar owner in the 70s playing a guy he had brought in from out of town, who I kept feeling should be beating me, he just didn't . We had played 8 ball for about 10 hours and I was 8 games up on him I think. we had started at 50 went to 100 then 200 then 400 then 500 and I said no more doubling. I was up 2500.00 and had gotten paid, and paid him after every game. I had a partner with me .
The guy said I'll play one more game for 2000.00, then we are done for tonight. I talked to my partner and this guy was such good action in this town of nits we didn't want to lose him.
I said ok and we lagged for break and I won, I broke, made a ball and ran down to the 8 ball , the problem is it is frozen on the long rail about 4 inches up from the pocket I am dead straight across from it and the pocket next to it has a ball in the jaws the cross corner has a ball in the way , and the 3 railer in the side is also blocked. Those were the only shots I knew. The only pocket I can possibly make it in, is cross side and my cueball is going flying and I don't think I can hit it thin enough to make it, and still hard enough to have the legs without jumping off the table.
I thought about the shot for a few minutes and called it cross side , I just decided it was either going to go or I would lose so I whacked it about as hard as I could and it starts heading across table I make the ball in the corner, cueball is flying from rail to rail knocking balls all over the place , the ball is still going, narrowly missing other balls and the cueball , it's moving so slow, about half way across , I am sure it won;t get there,or something will hit it. But it keeps rolling and it gets to the side pocket, stops for about a second, then drops in. As great as that shot was for me , the lord made an even greater move, getting me out of that bar alive, after the owner put a shotgun on me.
The greatest compliment I ever received was from Scott Frost, I had been in Arizona for about a month and I think he had just come back to town. He must have asked the locals who I was and how I played, and they all told him I didn't gamble, and it was a good thing because I was helpless. I had been really sick for about 6 years by then , all my nerve sheaths were compromised so I had a lot of weird jumpy stuff going on when I shot and I was in a lot of pain . I was knocking balls around late one afternoon and Scott introduces himself, and asks if I want to play 5 games, he said he knows I don't gamble, but he has to bet something, so if I win a game he will pay my time for the day. Pretty nice gesture , right?
He is giving me 10 to 6 , and the first break. We are on his table, in his pool room, with about 25 of his friends and admirers watching, and to say I was nervous, would be the understatement of the year.
I made a decent break and we played back and forth and he had a couple of balls he banked that hung up and left me something I could make , usually pretty tough I forget how I got my 4th and 5th balls but I know after I got a couple he wasn't taking chances, Somehow I got to my sixth ball straight in, I had another ball I could have probably drawn to position for, but I cinched the ball,
Scott says , oh no, you scammed these guys, you gotta play like the big boys and go to 8. Everybody laughed and agreed, so we keep playing, he makes some balls and he left me a long rail bank I have to stiff the socks off of , but it has sideboards , if I can get it short enough I probably make it and win, I shot it and it split the pocket, all net, I know he left me the shot because he didn't think I could make it if I did shoot, and would sell out. Scott said great shot, and of course everyone is razzing him, to his credit he never got upset he just told them all, that they were lucky I didn't gamble, because I would have robbed them, and they would have still thought, I couldn't play.
To have won even 1 game, from one of the greatest One Pocket players in the world will always be the highlight of my pool life.
After I wrote these 2 stories I realize how hard it is going to be for anyone to believe , come to think of it , maybe they were hallucinations, the late 70s were a pretty crazy time