A Nice Story about Jimmy Caras

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I know Mosconi is one of the most popular of that era but I am fond of the guys like Caras, Babe, and The Deacon who were his competitors. It is coming up on the 10th year anniversary of Mr. Caras passing so I thought I would post this writeup from the New York Times. If you have any stories or things you would like to share please do. :)

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Jimmy Caras, 93, Champion at Pool, Dies
By RICHARD GOLDSTEIN
Published: December 09, 2002

Jimmy Caras, who began playing pool at age 5 and went on to win four world championships and the United States Open, died Tuesday in Jacksonville, Fla. He was 93.

In a career that spanned six decades, Caras vied for supremacy in pocket billiards, as pool is formally known, with figures like Ralph Greenleaf, Willie Mosconi, Luther Lassiter and Irving Crane.

Caras won world titles in 1936, '38, '39 and 1949, then returned from 12 years in semiretirement to win the Open in 1967 in a field of 48. He was inducted into the Billiard Congress of America Hall of Fame in 1977. Billiards Digest ranked him as the 10th-greatest player of the 20th century.

A native of Scranton, Pa., Caras grew up in Wilmington, Del., where his father, an immigrant from Greece, owned a pool hall. He became a teenage hustler.

''I'd come home from high school with books under my arm,'' Caras told Ira Berkow of The New York Times last year. ''I'd walk in and Dad would say, 'I want you to play someone for $100.' One time he lined up this $100 match and I peeked in the cash register and saw only $35. I said, 'Dad, what if I lose?' He said, 'You won't lose.' Talk about pressure.''

At age 17, Caras won an exhibition match against Greenleaf, who was one of pool's biggest stars and a leading sports celebrity of the 1920's. That earned Caras the nickname Boy Wonder of the World and brought Greenleaf a stinging rebuke.

As Caras told it many decades later to AZBilliards.com, more than 300 people were on hand as he embarrassed Greenleaf at the Caras family pool hall. After the exhibition, as Caras remembered it, Greenleaf's wife, the vaudeville actress Princess Nai Tai Tai, came up to her husband trembling with rage and smacked him, saying: ''What? A world champion? And you let a high school kid beat you?''

By the 1960's, Caras had largely forsaken tournaments, deciding instead to teach the game and travel on behalf of Brunswick, the sporting goods manufacturer he had represented since the early 1930's.

In 1962, Caras defeated Mosconi at the New York Athletic Club in a match taped for ABC's ''Wide World of Sports.'' He won a modest $3,500, but the plush setting was far removed from the smoke-filled pool halls of the 1930's, when Caras emerged as a champion.

In 1967, he returned to the sport's top level, entering the United States Open in St. Louis.

''It was the college kids who did it,'' he said. ''Every time I'd give a clinic, they'd ask me why I didn't play Wimpy Lassiter, Jersey Red, Cicero Murphy or some of the other big boys. Finally I had to find out for myself if I could really play.''

He lost his first match, then ran off 11 straight victories, including consecutive triumphs over Lassiter on the same evening to win the title.

He is survived by three daughters, Linda Stringer and Diana West, of Jacksonville, and Marjorie McCrossan, of Las Vegas; a sister, Cleopatra Caras, of Washington; six grandchildren; and five great-grandchildren.

Last year, he was still driving his Cadillac a half-mile or so to a Jacksonville billiard parlor to shoot a few racks.

Caras once told a story that presumably reminded him of his hustling days as a teenager. He was sitting in a pool hall in Millville, N.J., waiting for the owner, a longtime friend, when a young man came in and said: ''Hey, mister, want to play nine-ball? Buck a game. I'm the best in town, but I'll take it easy on you.''

Caras was reluctant, but finally agreed. Soon he was dropping balls with great monotony. He won 18 straight games, then returned the money.

''Why did you pick on me?'' Caras asked.

''Well,'' the boy replied, ''you just looked like a sucker.''
 
Excellent article, Lenny. Jimmy Caras was a class act. It's amazing the talent that came from Pennsylvania around that era. (Mosconi, Balsis) What a time!
 
Great story! I had the honor of meeting Mr. Caras at my first BCA tradeshow that I attended. He was working the Brunswick booth, and was a very kind and gracious. A true gentleman. I also met Babe Cranfield at the same show, and in fact shared a table with Babe and Jean Balukas where I got autographs from both of them and they were kind enough to answer questions. I had alot of fun at that BCA show.
 
I was one of those pesky college kids, asking Jimmy why he didn't play against Lassiter, who was the big name player of that era. Jimmy put on an exhibition every year at Oklahoma U. and I saw him there in 1962 and '63. I knew he was a great player from his record, but I was just curious what he thought about players like Lassiter and Ed Kelly. I think it peeved him to hear kids like me bug him about who the best players were at the time.

It was an amazing feat to come back after a ten year absence from playing in tournaments and win the U.S. Open. Jimmy was 57 years old when he won! Since then I've seen many players attempt comebacks (Sigel, Mizerak etc.) unsuccessfully. Caras achieved the near impossible in winning the U.S. Open in 1967. His first tournament back in competition, with all the best players of that era, and he won!

I don't remember him ever playing in Johnston City or the Stardust in the 60's or early 70's. I don't think he wanted to hang out with all the hustlers, since they were basically tournaments for players to get together and gamble. The tournament itself was secondary to the action.
 
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Caras once told a story that presumably reminded him of his hustling days as a teenager. He was sitting in a pool hall in Millville, N.J., waiting for the owner, a longtime friend, when a young man came in and said: ''Hey, mister, want to play nine-ball? Buck a game. I'm the best in town, but I'll take it easy on you.''

Caras was reluctant, but finally agreed. Soon he was dropping balls with great monotony. He won 18 straight games, then returned the money.

''Why did you pick on me?'' Caras asked.

''Well,'' the boy replied, ''you just looked like a sucker.''

Don't know if this was a typo but the image of the champion running out racks in a bored manner is entertaining. Poor guy had no idea who he picked on.
 
I was introduced to Mr. Caras through Corey and even though Jimmy was a very advanced age and only made social calls to the pool room he still showed me a straight pool break shot I did not know and then told me a story about playing my grandfather I had not heard class act wish I could have met him 20 years before that
 
This story must date to about 1963 or 1964. A chain of pool rooms in Cincinnati invited Jimmy Caras to play a series of exhibitions. Midway through his stay, I was walking downtown on Fifth Street right at the fountain on Fountain Square. Jimmy Caras was coming the other direction. I, too, was a "pesky college kid." I went over to Caras and introduced myself and said that I was looking forward...I got that far and he grabbed my left arm with a steely grip, looked me in the eye, and said, "Kid, did Minnesota Fats play some exhibitions here?" I said yes, about two years before. Caras released my arm and said, fuming, "I knew it! Anytime I play an exhibition and have only a dozen spectators I know Fats has been there and ruined it. People see him play and then they say, 'Pool exhibiton! I saw one of those. Forget it!'" I assured Mr. Caras that when he came out to Finneytown and Western Hills he would have LOTS of spectators eagerly waiting to seem him play, and he had gratifyingly large audiences.

I also remember that when he took his cue out of his case, we all gasped. None of us had ever seen a cue with such a thick shaft.

In one exhibiton, he offered his opponent that he would break the balls. His opponent eagerly agreed. Caras, in a straight pool rack, got down over the cue ball and as he stroked called the head ball two rails in the side. He very nearly made it. This makes me wonder if there aren't people out there who were chosen to be his opponent at their local pool room who literally played Jimmy Caras but never touched the cue ball with the tip of their cue, for sometimes the head ball must have gone in and sometimes he must have run out.

Jimmy Caras's greatest achievement, in my mind, as a lifelong wearer of eyeglasses, is to have spotted the world those small eyeglass frames he wore and still be able to beat them. These days we have billiards eyeglasses and large frames and such. But I couldn't imagine then, and I can't imagine now, playing with Caras's eyeglasses.
 
Mr. Caras was the first professional that I ever saw up close and personal. He gave an exhibition Michigan Union in Ann Arbor. He played a short 14.1 match against the reigning student champ.

While the student was screwing his cue together, Mr. Caras went ahead and lagged for the break. His ball came to rest about an 1/8 of an inch from the end rail. The student saw this and you could see him slump visibly. Mr. Caras smiled and said, "You take that one kid and I will lag again." He then proceeded to freeze the subsequent lag to the end rail.

Jimmy Caras was one of the most affable pool players that I ever met in my life. He was short of stature, like me, and gave me inspiration that I could become a good player. After the exhibition he gave gave me some advice and I went on to become 14.1 champion at U of M.
 
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