I hope I don't offend anybody by using my own history for some stories. I first met Louie Roberts when he came through Colorado in 1978
and stopped off at Grady's Billiards.
He was by himself. We played 9 Ball and while I wasn't known neccessarily for my 9 Ball, I felt that I had a chance against anyone in the world. So I never cared what somebody's name was or their reputation. I certainly had not heard of Louie at the time. I broke him, maybe $800 worth. He was disconsolate and said to me, "Look, I don't mind losing to you but will you do me a favor? Before I could answer he continued,"When my backer comes tomorrow don't tell him that you beat me."
"Sure, no problem," I replied.
When the backer arrived we played a 5 ahead set that took 19 hours, which Louie won, for $1,500.
From this point on we became not only great friends but also rivals of the best sort. He played me even One Pocket and in retrospect on the finest of nights he couldn't have won. On the other hand he probably defeated me at 9 Ball 65 per cent of the time.
Now, if Louie was your friend, you were going to take the worst of it with the money. You knew that in advance and were honored to take medium losses just to help him and to be his associate. Louie was beyond help, though. Believe me, I know. I tried often, with dismal results. When he passed, I cried and I grieved. "Louie, man," I'd say, gazing upward. "Why'd ya have to do this." The circumstances of his death still bother me. I'm not at all sure he commited suicide.
When Louie was in stroke I thought he was practically unbeatable at 9 Ball.
Next to Denny Searcy he had the most beautiful of strokes, powerful and accurate. Every once in a while I'd see him offer the best players in the world the 8 Ball and I'd also see them decline the offer.
I still think of Louie and miss him a lot.
and stopped off at Grady's Billiards.
He was by himself. We played 9 Ball and while I wasn't known neccessarily for my 9 Ball, I felt that I had a chance against anyone in the world. So I never cared what somebody's name was or their reputation. I certainly had not heard of Louie at the time. I broke him, maybe $800 worth. He was disconsolate and said to me, "Look, I don't mind losing to you but will you do me a favor? Before I could answer he continued,"When my backer comes tomorrow don't tell him that you beat me."
"Sure, no problem," I replied.
When the backer arrived we played a 5 ahead set that took 19 hours, which Louie won, for $1,500.
From this point on we became not only great friends but also rivals of the best sort. He played me even One Pocket and in retrospect on the finest of nights he couldn't have won. On the other hand he probably defeated me at 9 Ball 65 per cent of the time.
Now, if Louie was your friend, you were going to take the worst of it with the money. You knew that in advance and were honored to take medium losses just to help him and to be his associate. Louie was beyond help, though. Believe me, I know. I tried often, with dismal results. When he passed, I cried and I grieved. "Louie, man," I'd say, gazing upward. "Why'd ya have to do this." The circumstances of his death still bother me. I'm not at all sure he commited suicide.
When Louie was in stroke I thought he was practically unbeatable at 9 Ball.
Next to Denny Searcy he had the most beautiful of strokes, powerful and accurate. Every once in a while I'd see him offer the best players in the world the 8 Ball and I'd also see them decline the offer.
I still think of Louie and miss him a lot.