Attention John Disque !!

SJDinPHX said:
Mr. Disque, You are the most opinionated blowhard on this forum!..You rarely make any sense at all!..True, Fats was not the greatest player, but he probably did more for pool, than Mosconi (or anyone else) ever did!..His colorful non-stop chatter, made him a popular guest on all the talk shows, where Mosconi couldn't even buy his way on!..Pool has always had an 'image' problem, but at least Fats got people to notice pool!

Anyone who really knew Fats, (as I did) and even those who didn't, enjoyed being around him. He was a one man party!.. No, he could never beat Willy at pool, but he was 50 times more interesting and likable!..Tevis would never admit he modeled his "Minnesota Fats" character after Fatty, because they were always in litigation over the fact..He also wouldn't admit he made up the "Fast Eddie" character after Ronnie Allen, for much the same reason.

PS..You need to work on your facts, as you are certainly not impressing anyone with your dislike for Fatty, or your "inside" knowledge of pool in general! :(
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Entertaining is, I think, the word that would be used to describe Fats. And the "ignore function" is your friend.
 
Like him or not, Fats had, hands down, more star power than any pool or billiard player in American history.
 
Since John Disque now has his own thread, maybe we can all revisit this gem from two days ago. I have still yet to see a little red exclamation on my inbox icon. But going from zero to 460k sounds a bit outrageous, and I speculate he will be leaning very heavily towards the zero side......Interestingly, his comments below about money seem to have a "Fats-esque" kind of ring to it, am I right?

I'm a C- player ask anyone that knows me. Lets get this over with. "Blowhard" is starting to look like an understatement.

Originally Posted by DelawareDogs View Post
Well.... if you ever want to get played, inbox me for details.I have a car and heart.

You got heart, John?

((Disque's Response))There's no action in Hucklebee, Delaware?

I am very frightened by anyone seeking action at AZB, but I will be happy to show you my weak and fragile heart.

No - that guy Robberto is not me - and yes, I know it's very strange but it's even stranger than you think as he has nothing but great things to say about me and is a fan of my journalism and literature, while making my life a nightmare.

I drove through Deleware a few months ago and got lost island-hopping but it was interesting and I learned a lot about compasses. LOL

I don't know the $ - I go from zero to 460k in 5.6 seconds and it depends on my poker neuron network. I'm getting aged.

I will send you a PM.
 
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DelawareDogs said:
Since John Disque now has his own thread, maybe we can all revisit this gem from two days ago. I have still yet to see a little red exclamation on my inbox icon. But going from zero to 460k sounds a bit outrageous, and I speculate he will be leaning very heavily towards the zero side......Interestingly, his comments below about money seem to have a "Fats-esque" kind of ring to it, am I right?

I'm a C- player ask anyone that knows me. Lets get this over with. "Blowhard" is starting to look like an understatement.

Originally Posted by DelawareDogs View Post
Well.... if you ever want to get played, inbox me for details.I have a car and heart.

You got heart, John?

((Disque's Response))There's no action in Hucklebee, Delaware?

I am very frightened by anyone seeking action at AZB, but I will be happy to show you my weak and fragile heart.

No - that guy Robberto is not me - and yes, I know it's very strange but it's even stranger than you think as he has nothing but great things to say about me and is a fan of my journalism and literature, while making my life a nightmare.

I drove through Deleware a few months ago and got lost island-hopping but it was interesting and I learned a lot about compasses. LOL

I don't know the $ - I go from zero to 460k in 5.6 seconds and it depends on my poker neuron network. I'm getting aged.

I will send you a PM.
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You sure spend a lot of time talking about me, thinking about me and surfing the net looking for me.

Maybe, if you used that time to work on your pool-game you'd be able to beat someone and wouldn't have to post threads about how to shark them.
 
I see you've been triggered because you got called out by a banger and they followed up on it. :rolleyes:

I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, as I obviously have. My feeble attempts at getting a world beater such as yourself to jump in the box with me have been thwarted by your expert ducking abilities and quick witted put downs.

I haven't searched much for you. Your name is on a thread here, you rock star. What do you expect the uneducated to do? John Disque is quickly becoming the AZ household name. Correct me if I'm wrong on any of the above.

I'll have to excuse myself. Gotta go work on my pool game:frown:

You're the most entertaining thing to happen to pool since the invention of the internet, in my opinion. Keep up the great work, and good luck with your pool game as well. I'd love to see you play sometime. Seriously, I'd love to see you play....... Where can I?
 
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DelawareDogs said:
I see you've been triggered because you got called out by a banger and they followed up on it. :rolleyes:

I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, as I obviously have. My feeble attempts at getting a world beater such as yourself to jump in the box with me have been thwarted by your expert ducking abilities and quick witted put downs.

I haven't searched much for you. Your name is on a thread here, you rock star. What do you expect the uneducated to do? John Disque is quickly becoming the AZ household name. Correct me if I'm wrong on any of the above.

I'll have to excuse myself. Gotta go work on my pool game:frown:

You're the most entertaining thing to happen to pool since the invention of the internet, in my opinion. Keep up the great work, and good luck with your pool game as well. I'd love to see you play sometime. Seriously, I'd love to see you play....... Where can I?
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I don't play broke chumps who have to resort to distracting their opponents to have a chance of beating them.

I only play gentlemen.

I see pool and billiards as a respectable gentleman's sport - not a sport for bar-hopping punks.

It's just the way I am and I don't give a damn if you don't like it.
 
Nothing say AZ like a 30+ post unwinnable debate about a pool player who has been gone for over 20 years. That being said, from the perspective of someone who started playing pool at approximately the time that Fats and Mosconi passed away based on what I've read it's pretty clear that no one (who understands pool) mistook Fats fame and ability to attract attention for championship level ability on a pool table, and Mosconi mostly resented Fats' fame and that casual observers would assume them to be on level footing ability wise.
 
All my knowledge comes from stories and books, as I'm not quite as old as some Dicks around here :D. With that being said I've never heard or read anything that made me think fats could play world class speed. BUT, he could play, make no doubt about it. Jack Breit, The Jockey, and others all said the same.

On a side note, anyone know if The Jockey is still alive?
 
Dick Phoenix? Sounds like a double naught spy that works out of the backroom of a pool hall.

When we last left Dick Phoenix, a thick and palpable pallor of doom had descended upon table seven, at the Ninth Street Poolroom, where our hero has, for the better part of a day and a half, been battling the forces of Disque-co, a notorious pool shark and old Bing Crosby records collector. The game is One Pocket, and the score is tied.
Small beads of sweat have appeared on Phoenix's forehead. "One more game", he softly says, as he glares at the disfigured, yet ruggedly handsome face of Disque-co. "One more game."
Our Dick is no fool. He knows he's got to play the greatest game of his life because if he doesn't then all is lost. For as we speak, lying in the trunk of Disque-co's '47 Buick, is the exhumed body of none other than Rudolf Wanderone. That's right dear Reader. The legendary Minnesota Fats.
Dick Phoenix's job? To see that the decimated body of the Fat Man is safely returned to the Our Lady of Lost Wages cemetery.
Can he do it? Stay tuned.............:eek:
 
Our Lady of Lost Wages cemetery...too funny

Tramp Steamer said:
Dick Phoenix? Sounds like a double naught spy that works out of the backroom of a pool hall.
When we last left Dick Phoenix, a thick and palpable pallor of doom had descended upon table seven, at the Ninth Street Poolroom, where our hero has, for the better part of a day and a half, been battling the forces of Disque-co, a notorious pool shark and old Bing Crosby records collector. The game is One Pocket, and the score is tied.
Small beads of sweat have appeared on Phoenix's forehead. "One more game", he softly says, as he glares at the disfigured, yet ruggedly handsome face of Disque-co. "One more game."
Our Dick is no fool. He knows he's got to play the greatest game of his life because if he doesn't then all is lost. For as we speak, lying in the trunk of Disque-co's '47 Buick, is the exhumed body of none other than Rudolf Wanderone. That's right dear Reader. The legendary Minnesota Fats.
Dick Phoenix's job? To see that the decimated body of the Fat Man is safely returned to the Our Lady of Lost Wages cemetery.
Can he do it? Stay tuned.............:eek:
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Your satire is priceless!
Gotta' love it.....:thumbup:
 
Tramp Steamer said:
Dick Phoenix? Sounds like a double naught spy that works out of the backroom of a pool hall.

When we last left Dick Phoenix, a thick and palpable pallor of doom had descended upon table seven, at the Ninth Street Poolroom, where our hero has, for the better part of a day and a half, been battling the forces of Disque-co, a notorious pool shark and old Bing Crosby records collector. The game is One Pocket, and the score is tied.
Small beads of sweat have appeared on Phoenix's forehead. "One more game", he softly says, as he glares at the disfigured, yet ruggedly handsome face of Disque-co. "One more game."
Our Dick is no fool. He knows he's got to play the greatest game of his life because if he doesn't then all is lost. For as we speak, lying in the trunk of Disque-co's '47 Buick, is the exhumed body of none other than Rudolf Wanderone. That's right dear Reader. The legendary Minnesota Fats.
Dick Phoenix's job? To see that the decimated body of the Fat Man is safely returned to the Our Lady of Lost Wages cemetery.
Can he do it? Stay tuned.............:eek:
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:thumbup:
Can we nominate stories of the year? This one got a good laugh!
 
StraightPoolIU said:
Nothing say AZ like a 30+ post unwinnable debate about a pool player who has been gone for over 20 years. That being said, from the perspective of someone who started playing pool at approximately the time that Fats and Mosconi passed away based on what I've read it's pretty clear that no one (who understands pool) mistook Fats fame and ability to attract attention for championship level ability on a pool table, and Mosconi mostly resented Fats' fame and that casual observers would assume them to be on level footing ability wise.
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I have to be careful about what I say here - but it's the exact opposite of that. It was Wanderone who was jealous of Mosconi's success.

Wanderone was a relentless, obsessive bullshitter and spent his life lying about beating Mosconi and being better than him, to anyone who would give the guy any attention.

It is true that Mosconi resented it and didn't want himself or the sport of pool to be represented by Wanderone. He gave the game a horrible reputation then and still gives it a horrible reputation today. Wanderone was shoulder-hopping on Mosconi's spotlight.

These two guys literally hated each-other's guts, and during this time hundreds of players begged Wanderone to post up some money and play.

BUT --- it goes further back than all of that.

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Wanderone wanted to be a dancer and he was a miserable failure at that too.

Wanderone wanted to be in the New York Mob -- they didn't want him and sized him up as a loud-mouth idiot.

He wanted to be in the Philly Mob and they didn't want him for the same reasons.

He wanted to be a part of The Hustler and they didn't want him. Mosconi DID work on the movie and it all added up to create Wanderone's complete obsession - and I mean a 24/7 obsession that lasted until the day he checked out in Nashville.

The guy was a miserable failure at everything he did. He was a pretender. He was a liar. He destroyed pool's reputation. He was loud and obnoxious and no one liked him.
 
Whaddiya mean 'No one liked him"?
Fats was VERY likeable , not just by the general public but players gathered around him
like moths to a lightbulb.
 
You started a thread with this genius' name in the title???? Nothing like giving a troll the attention he craves.
 
I know that answering is just throwing gas on this idiots fire BUT here i go. I live in Tulsa and there is a longtime denizen of the 'hall who traveled with Fatty and Marshall "Squirrel" Carpenter in the '60's. I've asked Jim(last name withheld) this very question: How good did Fats play? He said that he was a good,not great, one-hole player. Also a better than average 3cushion player. Said his best game was thematch-up, he usually had the nuts before a ball was hit. Also said he was fun to be on the road with. Don't know where this guy is getting all his bs info.
 
John Disque said:
I have to be careful about what I say here - but it's the exact opposite of that. It was Wanderone who was jealous of Mosconi's success.

Wanderone was a relentless, obsessive bullshitter and spent his life lying about beating Mosconi and being better than him, to anyone who would give the guy any attention.

It is true that Mosconi resented it and didn't want himself or the sport of pool to be represented by Wanderone. He gave the game a horrible reputation then and still gives it a horrible reputation today. Wanderone was shoulder-hopping on Mosconi's spotlight.

These two guys literally hated each-other's guts, and during this time hundreds of players begged Wanderone to post up some money and play.

BUT --- it goes further back than all of that.

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Wanderone wanted to be a dancer and he was a miserable failure at that too.

Wanderone wanted to be in the New York Mob -- they didn't want him and sized him up as a loud-mouth idiot.

He wanted to be in the Philly Mob and they didn't want him for the same reasons.

He wanted to be a part of The Hustler and they didn't want him. Mosconi DID work on the movie and it all added up to create Wanderone's complete obsession - and I mean a 24/7 obsession that lasted until the day he checked out in Nashville.

The guy was a miserable failure at everything he did. He was a pretender. He was a liar. He destroyed pool's reputation. He was loud and obnoxious and no one liked him.
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You have heard of Minnesota Fats. I doubt he ever heard of you.

Case closed.
 
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