Nobody here will know this man.....a jewelry salesman named Al McGee....
...his customers were stores in small town Ontario....
...so he would come through our town at least twice a year....
...he played snooker at a level far higher than anybody our town had ever seen.
He would play all the kids, ‘cause none of the players would mess with him.
...we’d line up to play him because he always paid for the table time...
...finally, I was 17, I pumped in an 80 run on him....my buddies were dancing...:happydance:
....well, Al was just as happy...made me feel like a million dollars....
...he said it took 20 years for some one to do that.
Couple decades later, I’m living in Toronto....Al had retired and moved to Toronto also...
....I went to the room I heard he was playing at....he remembered me...
...patted me on the head like I was still a kid....
Great story, PT. Reminds me a bit of the owner of our room when I first started going in at 12. He didn't ignore me like everyone else did. He actually would talk to me and encourage me. One of the most profound things anyone ever told me about pool came from him when I was around 13 or 14. It's one of the quotes in my signature here. His name was Tony Proestos. And come to think of it, yeah... he definitely deserves a shout out for giving back. So, thanks Tony, for everything you did for me and a whole lot of other people as well.
