True that! I probably saw Ronnie play as much as anyone who's still alive. Ronnie would play top speed One Pocket players his one hand to their two, if he got the break. That's all, just the break. He told me once that the break was worth four balls to him. Monk was one of the only guys who could stay with Ronnie playing One Handed One Pocket, and Ronnie gave him 10-8, 8-7. It was close. At that game, Ronnie frequently ran ten and out! Yes, you heard me right, ten and out one handed! Harry the Horse was a very strong shortstop, in fact I would rate him above that speed. He was capable of beating anybody on a given day, the bigger the bet the better. Harry rarely played tournaments but he won a big one put on by Richie Florence in Irvine, CA at the Registry Hotel in the late 1970's. Almost all the top players were there. I watched Harry bust the Mexican champions on a bar table at Daisy Mae's back then too. He never missed a ball and broke like Godzilla.
I played Monk one time in my prime in the early 1970's. I took my GF on a "Bike" ride on my Honda 880 Chopper from Bakersfield to Las Vegas, about 300 miles. We cruised in early in the afternoon and I was looking for a gas station and saw a new pool room in a recently constructed strip mall. I parked my bike and walked in and saw this guy with white hair practicing 9-Ball by himself. I scoped him out and could see he could play. Just what I was looking for, a game, any game. I asked him if he would like to play and just like that I had a $10 game of 9-Ball. I was already tired but never liked to pass on a chance to play back then, so I found a house cue and off we went. I could play good tired, because I relaxed and saved my energy. We went back and forth for several hours with neither of us getting more than two games ahead. I finally had enough, was feeling tired and hungry. I told Monk it was my last game and he just nodded his head and said okay. I doubt we spoke more than fifty words the whole time we were playing, paying off every two games ($20).
I won that last game and honestly didn't know if I was ahead or not. I knew it was close. I just loved to play back then and the money was almost secondary. Monk was cool about me quitting but one of his buddies went off on me, saying I was quitting winners. He picked up the butt of Monk's cue and threatened me. Little did he know that my girl had my little .25 in her purse and she was a very dangerous gal. That's what I loved about Linda, the most celebrated topless dancer in all of Bakersfield and a little beauty. But she came from a poor family in Taft, CA and didn't take any shit from anyone. Lucky for this guy Monk was able to cool him out. Linda had her hand inside her purse and that gun was always cocked and loaded. Bang!
Monk and I never played pool again, but we remain friends to this day. I have played in a robust 20-40 Hold'em game at the Peppermill in Reno with Monk several times years back. Last time has to be over ten years ago. I hope you like my little memories. It was fun for me back then.