Would anyone teach someone to setup and stroke a cue ball like this now days? Elbow hanging low and head in the clouds and such? Other things mentioned in this book's section on fundamental are a stroke length no longer than 8 inches and feet no more than 6 inches apart. Yes he really says these things. Could Willie hang in today's world?
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Today, I would seriously doubt anyone would teach those fundamentals; but, don't ever be fooled by an older guy who stands like that; because I was.
One afternoon 30 years ago in the early 90s, I was jonesing for some action, and the room where I occasionally played at night was just dead when I walked in.
I'd never been in this room in the daytime, and none of the regular gamblers where there, and only about 3 Seniors and a couple of teenagers. So, I decided I'd sit at the counter for a while, and see if anyone showed and eat a hot dog while I waited.
As I chopped on my hot dog at the counter, I lamented to the girl working the counter about the lack of getting an afternoon game of 9 Ball or One Pocket. She told me what I already knew about coming back at night; and then, she steered me to one of the old guys -
of which I am now in 2022 a member of in good standing in the old guy club, by the way - but, she told me: "He ONLY plays Rotation and he never plays anybody for more than $5 a rack, he won't raise, and, if he gets down $20, he'll quit you immediately... so you might not want to bother to play him.".
I eyed the old guy's play over from the counter, and he was putting them down pretty well; but, watching the way he moved, aimed(?), and stood mostly straight up (like in Willie's pic) looked totally crazy/casual to me.
He sort of moved like Fats in that he would just waddle up to a shot, no address, didn't seem to even aim, lots of one-stroking them in, rarely had to reach for anything, and they were all pretty easy shots -
the 'all easy shots' part SHOULD have been my first warning sign (older and wiser now) - so, I figured what the heck, I'll have a little fun horsing-around and let the old guy buy me a tank of gas without screwing-up his 'fixed income, retired old guy' short-pants bankroll.
Yeah.
Bottom line, that old guy who stood nearly straight-up, didn't seem to bother to aim, waddled around the table, rarely missed or ended up on the rail or hook himself, seemed to always get the right roll, and could bank like crazy or could kick out of a trap like a mule when I could leave him in trouble.
He had opened my nose for a VERY fast $50 bucks before I quit him.
When I went back up to the counter to pay my time, I asked the girl: "Who was that old guy?"; and she said: "Oh, Bennie... yeah, he's not pretty to watch, but he can bank."
That was one expensive hot dog. - GJ