Congrats. I'm more interested in the 3C instruction....
I friggin' love learning about that game. I find it highly addictive to learn the various systems. But really well done on the run, Lou.
Thanks, Pidge. I love playing 3C too, but no longer have a table available. I learned to play while in Great Falls, MT. And then started playing again in St. Louis. For a while I was playing often with the late Bob Hemple, originator of Fellini cases. But now I just play a little when I visit my Mom out in LA. And oh yeah, going back a few years, I think 2002, I even played in a qualifier for the national 3C tournament:
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The tables just ate me up. They were heated Sogaards that played totally different form the ancient Brunswick I practiced on the week before. (The first time I put my had on the table I was momentarily transported back to my youth as I recalled the last time I said to myself in surprise, "But it's so warm... ") Also, they were putting secret sauce on the balls, so that didn't help me either. It went something like this (round robin flights of seven):
Lou loses 20-15
Lou loses 20-17
Lou loses 20-9 (George Ashby can still play some

Lou wins 20-5 (a quick soft shoe behind the scorer's table)
Lou loses 20-19 (ouch, had two swings at the game ball, er point)
Lou Lose 20-12
Everyone was very nice and gentlemanly and all, but the next time there is a pool player vs billiard player argument here, I collected MORE than enough ammo in what I saw and heard there. Not only all the petty back stabbing on the rail I heard (as well as tales from previous events

but also, from personally playing genuwine 3C players.
A quick story: I was warming up with a gentleman who would eventually make it to the final round. This fellow was clearly getting agitated that a mere "pool player," playing with a fat old pool cue no less (ohmegod), fresh off the street, was beating him to death. Halfway through the game, all the gentlemanly chalk tapping stopped. And as I peeled off the last two points to beat him 25-23, the look on his face left absolutely no doubt that he was ferverently wishing my head would explode mid-stroke.
All in all though, it was a nice event and a great experience. The owners, Susan and Todd Farthing, were very warm and cordial hosts. The tables were immaculate and I think with a few days practice on them, I'd grow to like them. I also had a chance to talk to Bill "The Hawk" Hawkins, who due to deteriorating health, was in a wheel chair. I introduced myself and told him that I had refereed one of his matches at the "Rocket City Open" in Lompoc, CA back in 1977. Mentally, he's still sharp as a tack, and we talked about that event and players we knew. He shook my hand and thanked me for coming up and reminiscing with him.
George Ashby was also a pleasure to talk to. Very knowledgeable and happy to answer any question. I talked to him for quite a while about the tables, players, and St. Louis.
Of course for me, the highlight of the trip was seeing my old bud from Chicago, Monsignor Lavin. We killed many a Michelob after hours, but I told him, as we left the tournament venue, "The next time I suggest going to a billiard tournament, just kick me in the teeth."
Lou Figueroa