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Great Story DJ! Yep, hinged cue sticks were always a pretty good sign they would part with a little money if you massaged things right.
PT, yeah, seasoned gamblers get an instinct as much as anything else. An older road player watched me three days where I didn't show any real speed on the table, never made a fancy shot, then he decided he would rather talk than play!
Danny Medina busted me a lot faster. He had paper on me and came looking for me. We started on a bar table cheap, only two bar tables in the place. He introduced himself with a front and back name, kinda unusual but whatever. I told him I was Hu, we shook hands and started play. First three games of barbox eightball he insisted I win. I was kinda annoyed, I didn't need to be hustled for somebody to get action to at least a hundred a game. Next game, he had three balls left, all less than a foot from a pocket and all of them at easy angles. Ray Charles could have ran that table out and he is dead and blind! I hit the eight ball hard and parked it in the jaws of another pocket.
He bent over to shoot and I'm looking at him thinking, OK jackass, lets see you get out of winning this game! About that time he looked up and our eyes met. He ran out and I racked for the next game. He bent over to break, then straightened up. He motioned me over, "I am a road player from Vegas named Danny Medina. Let's cut the crap and play pool!" We did. We laughed, we joked, but there wasn't any joke on the pool table. Four to six hours went by and by the time we finished we were both friends. He wanted me to join him on the road. It was tempting, very tempting. Danny was a young lion then, before his troubles. I had a good local gig though and I finally threw his number away so I wasn't too tempted one day.
Never really hit the road, a few days to a few weeks maximum. However, anybody that came through the door could get played even. No internet, no cell phones, and as Danny realized I didn't give a rat's ass who anybody was anyway.
Hitting balls on my back porch on an old bar table. Nothing else to do, I'm having to isolate a few weeks. A very little under the the weather. I don't think it is Covid but if it is I can't pass it on to other people. Even if your case is mild the virus is the same and can kill somebody you give it to. Can't take that risk when I know it is out there. At least one case within ten miles of me. I'm home and grumpy. If it wasn't for the virus I could be somewhere else and grumpy!
Hu
Great Story DJ! Yep, hinged cue sticks were always a pretty good sign they would part with a little money if you massaged things right.
PT, yeah, seasoned gamblers get an instinct as much as anything else. An older road player watched me three days where I didn't show any real speed on the table, never made a fancy shot, then he decided he would rather talk than play!
Danny Medina busted me a lot faster. He had paper on me and came looking for me. We started on a bar table cheap, only two bar tables in the place. He introduced himself with a front and back name, kinda unusual but whatever. I told him I was Hu, we shook hands and started play. First three games of barbox eightball he insisted I win. I was kinda annoyed, I didn't need to be hustled for somebody to get action to at least a hundred a game. Next game, he had three balls left, all less than a foot from a pocket and all of them at easy angles. Ray Charles could have ran that table out and he is dead and blind! I hit the eight ball hard and parked it in the jaws of another pocket.
He bent over to shoot and I'm looking at him thinking, OK jackass, lets see you get out of winning this game! About that time he looked up and our eyes met. He ran out and I racked for the next game. He bent over to break, then straightened up. He motioned me over, "I am a road player from Vegas named Danny Medina. Let's cut the crap and play pool!" We did. We laughed, we joked, but there wasn't any joke on the pool table. Four to six hours went by and by the time we finished we were both friends. He wanted me to join him on the road. It was tempting, very tempting. Danny was a young lion then, before his troubles. I had a good local gig though and I finally threw his number away so I wasn't too tempted one day.
Never really hit the road, a few days to a few weeks maximum. However, anybody that came through the door could get played even. No internet, no cell phones, and as Danny realized I didn't give a rat's ass who anybody was anyway.
Hitting balls on my back porch on an old bar table. Nothing else to do, I'm having to isolate a few weeks. A very little under the the weather. I don't think it is Covid but if it is I can't pass it on to other people. Even if your case is mild the virus is the same and can kill somebody you give it to. Can't take that risk when I know it is out there. At least one case within ten miles of me. I'm home and grumpy. If it wasn't for the virus I could be somewhere else and grumpy!
Hu