Thinking about him is making me laugh.
I have access to psychiatric facilities, and have seen more than my fare share of nutbags in my life.
Believe me when i say that this guy is way WAY out there.
Last time i saw him, i was sweating Joyner/Putnam on the feature table at DCC a few years ago, sitting with Cliff's girl. We (me and her)were talking about style's of game, and who played up table, and who tried to run out...when out of NOWHERE, this Marty Herman guy chimes in with his 2 cents about how Mika is the greatest one pocket player of all time. (mika was playing on the table near us, and Marty was applauding every straight in duck, move, and sell out that Mika did)
I had seen Marty's behavior up at Snookers, Quincy, and many other N.E. pool halls before, so i knew what i was dealing with.
So he's going off about Mika, and i'm doing the uh huh...uh huh...uh huh...routine till he quiets down and dismissed the attempt by him to engage me in legitimate conversation, and went back to talking with Cliff's girl about the match.
So the next thing out of this guys mouth was...after listening to us talk for a little bit. "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?" So i fired back...."Does it look like i give two shits who you are?"
"I'M MARTY HERMAN! You ever hear of me?" Me and Cliff's girl started giggling at that, and i was like..."yeah i've heard of you...what do you want? A PARADE?"
Ignoring my comments.
He then went off about how Mika was still learning the game, but how he was going to dominate the world in one pocket, and how he was going to snap off the tournament cause he was the best player there.
To which i challenged him and said that although Mika might play good one pocket, he wasn't a world beater yet. He didn't compare to the serious one pocket players that were out there, and how Cliff would eat him for breakfast.
So i'm sitting there talking with her about how i think Cliff has TONS of knowledge about high power multiple rail banks from weird angles and he leans over again.
"Did you want to play me in some 1 pocket?" To which i started laughing and said.."Are you for real???? GET UP THERE BUDDY LETS GO! What...you think i'm afraid of you cause you think your the great Marty fucking Herman?! You have NO CHANCE BUDDY, and if you think that having the star of David on your cue is in any way gonna get the gods to save your ass from me torturing you?! Think again. BET WHAT YOU WANT"
To which he grumbled some stuff under his breath, and went back to being the Mika fanclub, and shut up. He didn't say another word.
He almost acted like he was gonna say something again when Cliff's girl and myself were lauging, but he didn't.
This guy needs some serious medication.
Some 4 point restraint, and thorazine would be nice.
He's one of those people that has a picture of himself, autographed TO HIMSELF, by himself.
On the picture of himself.
"To my dear friend Marty. Keep on stroking, good luck and best of rolls."
"Your friend, Marty Herman"
SUPERSTAR
