Well, i used to think i banked good.
Actually, in light of things, i DO bank pretty good, but that didn't stop me from getting crushed this one time.
Banking good as i soon found out wasn't everything there was to know in the game of bank pool.
I was playing Howard Vickery in the 2001 Derby.
I won the lag, broke, made a ball, and banked 5 and out.
Then i broke again, made a ball, and banked 5 and out.
Then i broke again, made a ball, banked a 3pack and chowed an easy straight back with position on a duck cross corner.
So in a matter of not even 10 minutes, i had banked 13, and was up 2-0 in games in a race to 3, and 3-0 in balls.
And from there, not having taken a shot yet and being stuck like that, Howard then proceeded to stick it up my ass and absolutely TORTURE me.
SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE
With me taking the occasional flyer, selling out a duck.
SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE SAFE!!!!!
It was unbelievable how tight he put the screws on me.
It was SQUEEZEMANIA!
It felt like i was being suffocated.
You want to talk about being disgusted.
I was ready to hang myself after i lost that one.
BUT it was a lesson well learned, and totally put the game of banks, and all the skills needed into perspective.
I thanked him later that year at another tournament i played him at for torturing me the way he did.
It totally upped my knowledge of the game.