Attention John Disque !!

billinboston said:
Fats played A ball under Ronnie Allen
Ronnie gave everyone a ball !!! Ronnie had his hands full
Giving a ball to him. So really ?? You think Fats could not play
Danny D. Says fats never would play anyone who was good and that he was a fake
Does Danny forget that he too wanted a ball from Ronnie to play him ?
Fats had several top players that knew he could play good
They also knew he could play banks real good
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I don't know where you are getting your information from, but a long session at Johnston City, (that many witnessed, myself included) involved RA giving Fats 9/7 and laying him 3 to 2 on the money, by the game!..RA kept trying to raise the bet..They broke even...Fats eventually quit the game! :cool:

PS..There were always quite a few players who could give Fats a little weight, at either 1P or Banks!
 
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We know you are not john disque, in real life. It woud be easy to prove you are by putting up a pic of you license or a piece of mail.

We know there are ways to fudge ip addresses.

We know poo chump created many usernames to mess wth the azb.

We know that you continue to deride others for behaviors you exhibit. The claim of robberto stealing the disque name is another example of this behavior.

You have so many tells, it is literally laughable, the way you persist with your lies. You are like a young child found with candy wrappers in a jacket oocket that doesnt have any idea where they came from.

Laughable.

Now, how about a pic of something official that proves you are john disque? Sensitive info blocked out, of course?
John Disque said:
I'm not going to be what someone else wants me to be. I am who, and what, I am.

I am quite used to people hating on me - I work for the media on social issues such as: racism, poverty, homelessness, animal abuse, child abuse, etc... On top of that I write about politics and my books are about alternative lifestyles. I deal with trolls and haters every, single day. They're laughable, useless, lonely people.

I have one account here and this is it. You are free to ask the moderators - they can easily check it.

People have trouble with the truth... and trolling is like litter.... it accumulates where it is.... So you get one spaz who can't handle something I said and the rest come out of the woodwork like little maggots feeding off the target.

It's all good with me -but everything I write is what I know to be "the truth" and I truly don't give a shit if someone can't handle it.

As for Rudolf Wanderone... I've said everything I wanted to say... He couldn't play, he was a pretender, he was obnoxious, he wanted to be in the mob and they rejected him so he obsessed on Mosconi kind of like this PoolChump idiot obsesses on me. BUT (read this folks) ---> The worst thing he did was: destroy pool's future via its reputation and that's why (in 2016) you can go to any big tournament, walk around the parking lot and see top-shelf players sleeping in their F***ing cars!
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John Disque said:
I deal with trolls and haters every, single day. They're laughable, useless, lonely people.
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Me too.

See, for my .02, if you're worth 2 cents, you know it as does everyone trying to get your .02

You try and be coy..nobody knows you.
No, you're not in Philly...central TN...but not Philly.
Why be so coy if you are the real McCoy?

Nah..you bark too much and dogs belong outside.
 
Mr. Wilson said:
Me too.

See, for my .02, if you're worth 2 cents, you know it as does everyone trying to get your .02

You try and be coy..nobody knows you.
No, you're not in Philly...central TN...but not Philly.
Why be so coy if you are the real McCoy?

Nah..you bark too much and dogs belong outside.
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Thank you again.
 
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SJDinPHX said:
I don't know where you are getting your information from, but a long session at Johnston City, (that
many witnessed, myself included) involved RA giving Fats 9/7 and laying him 3 to 2 on the money, by the game!..RA kept trying to raise the bet..They broke even...Fats eventually quit the game! :cool:

PS..There were always quite a few players who could give Fats a little weight, at either 1P or Banks!
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SJD,

Can only relate to the forum what Ronnie told me while living at the house. A few months later, Ronnie moved to Tony Rila's residence and left us a Dodge Caravan with a broken transmission :eek: and a set of golf clubs with no putter ;) . Believe he lived with Tony till his passing. Obviously could be incorrect.

Lyn
 
SJDinPHX said:
Ribman, I have never had a 'high' opinion of Fat's pool game, per say!..My fascination with him, was much like Freddy's..It was with his gamesmanship and his ability to con even the leeriest of 'smart suckers'!..His prowess as a top player was IMO, always in doubt!..His tournament win record is almost zero, and he played in hundreds of them, all his life.

It was tough to pinpoint his best game, because he rarely (if ever) put himself to any real test!..He could play 1P quite well at times, but they were rare!..His big score over LA Richie, was a brilliant lesson in 'controlling your sucker'!..In a fair match, without all Fats constant 'maneuvering' (and Richie's drinking) he would not have had a prayer, getting only a ball from RF at that time!

PS..I have him ranked about even with Titanic Thompson, in the 'clever con' department, but well below many top players (alive or dead) in his skill at any given pool discipline!
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This pretty much goes along with what I heard in later years. It wasn't his game, per se, but how he went about getting the game.
 
The Adventures: of Dick Phoenix.
Chapter II. "The Disappearing Act."

When we last visited our hero he was in the fight of his life with the infamous Disque-co, the evil genius who had absconded with the remains of none other than Minnesota Fats, legendary icon of pool players everywhere. To rescue those remains Dick has to win this last game of One Pocket. The score is tied. Each player needing only one ball.
Dick is at the table. The shot he has chosen is a tough one. A three railer off the side rail and around to his pocket. A delicate touch is needed. Too much speed and the object ball goes long. Too little and the resulting miss could be an easy crosser for Disque-co. The tension is palpable as he prepares to make his stroke. There's no turning back now.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Phoenix sees something that goes beyond his recognition. What he has just witnessed is not explainable, but none-the-less it happened. Disque-co had vanished. At one moment he was calmly sitting in his chair alongside the table, and in the next he had disappeared into thin air.
Visibly shaken, Dick attempts to gather his senses. What has just happened is difficult for him to process. Suddenly, he snaps out of his reverie and bolts for the pool room's rear entrance, pausing only long enough to grab a long bladed screwdriver from the toolbox sitting on the manager's desk, before he dashes out into the parking lot.
Running up to Disque-co's Buick, he feverishly begins to pry open the trunk. After what seems to be an eternity, the trunk lid gives way, and pops open,
As he peers inside the dark cavernous opening at the back of the car he doesn't believe what he sees. It's empty. Disque-co has dissappeared and taken the corpse of Rudolph Wanderone, aka: Minnesota Fats, with him.

Stay tuned......:eek:
 
Tramp Steamer said:
The Adventures: of Dick Phoenix.
Chapter II. "The Disappearing Act."

When we last visited our hero he was in the fight of his life with the infamous Disque-co, the evil genius who had absconded with the remains of none other than Minnesota Fats, legendary icon of pool players everywhere. To rescue those remains Dick has to win this last game of One Pocket. The score is tied. Each player needing only one ball.
Dick is at the table. The shot he has chosen is a tough one. A three railer off the side rail and around to his pocket. A delicate touch is needed. Too much speed and the object ball goes long. Too little and the resulting miss could be an easy crosser for Disque-co. The tension is palpable as he prepares to make his stroke. There's no turning back now.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Phoenix sees something that goes beyond his recognition. What he has just witnessed is not explainable, but none-the-less it happened. Disque-co had vanished. At one moment he was calmly sitting in his chair alongside the table, and in the next he had disappeared into thin air.
Visibly shaken, Dick attempts to gather his senses. What has just happened is difficult for him to process. Suddenly, he snaps out of his reverie and bolts for the pool room's rear entrance, pausing only long enough to grab a long bladed screwdriver from the toolbox sitting on the manager's desk, before he dashes out into the parking lot.
Running up to Disque-co's Buick, he feverishly begins to pry open the trunk. After what seems to be an eternity, the trunk lid gives way, and pops open,
As he peers inside the dark cavernous opening at the back of the car he doesn't believe what he sees. It's empty. Disque-co has dissappeared and taken the corpse of Rudolph Wanderone, aka: Minnesota Fats, with him.

Stay tuned......:eek:
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I will be staying tuned!!
 
Meanwhile, Fats is observing us from the spirit world....
...tells the other ghosts "I can still draw a crowd."




...and Tramp Steamer is still the best....:rotflmao1::rotflmao1::rotflmao1::bow-down:
 
Tramp Steamer said:
The Adventures: of Dick Phoenix.
Chapter II. "The Disappearing Act."

When we last visited our hero he was in the fight of his life with the infamous Disque-co, the evil genius who had absconded with the remains of none other than Minnesota Fats, legendary icon of pool players everywhere. To rescue those remains Dick has to win this last game of One Pocket. The score is tied. Each player needing only one ball.
Dick is at the table. The shot he has chosen is a tough one. A three railer off the side rail and around to his pocket. A delicate touch is needed. Too much speed and the object ball goes long. Too little and the resulting miss could be an easy crosser for Disque-co. The tension is palpable as he prepares to make his stroke. There's no turning back now.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Phoenix sees something that goes beyond his recognition. What he has just witnessed is not explainable, but none-the-less it happened. Disque-co had vanished. At one moment he was calmly sitting in his chair alongside the table, and in the next he had disappeared into thin air.
Visibly shaken, Dick attempts to gather his senses. What has just happened is difficult for him to process. Suddenly, he snaps out of his reverie and bolts for the pool room's rear entrance, pausing only long enough to grab a long bladed screwdriver from the toolbox sitting on the manager's desk, before he dashes out into the parking lot.
Running up to Disque-co's Buick, he feverishly begins to pry open the trunk. After what seems to be an eternity, the trunk lid gives way, and pops open,
As he peers inside the dark cavernous opening at the back of the car he doesn't believe what he sees. It's empty. Disque-co has dissappeared and taken the corpse of Rudolph Wanderone, aka: Minnesota Fats, with him.

Stay tuned......:eek:
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Please keep these going!!! We haven't seen the last of him..... bwahahahaha
 
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The Christmas Truce has become one of the most famous and mythologized events of the First World War. But what was the real story behind the truce? Why did it happen and did British and German soldiers really play football in no-man's land?

Late on Christmas Eve 1914, men of the British Expeditionary Force (BEF) heard German troops in the trenches opposite them singing carols and patriotic songs and saw lanterns and small fir trees along their trenches. Messages began to be shouted between the trenches.

The following day, British and German soldiers met in no man's land and exchanged gifts, took photographs and some played impromptu games of football. They also buried casualties and repaired trenches and dugouts. After Boxing Day, meetings in no man's land dwindled out.

The truce was not observed everywhere along the Western Front. Elsewhere the fighting continued and casualties did occur on Christmas Day. Some officers were unhappy at the truce and worried that it would undermine fighting spirit.

After 1914, the High Commands on both sides tried to prevent any truces on a similar scale happening again. Despite this, there were some isolated incidents of soldiers holding brief truces later in the war, and not only at Christmas.

In what was known as the 'Live and Let Live' system, in quiet sectors of the front line, brief pauses in the hostilities were sometimes tacitly agreed, allowing both sides to repair their trenches or gather their dead.
 
There are a lot of personalities in our wonderful sport. Some not so pleasing and others darn right contagious. We have doctors and out of work junkies playing pool on a regular basis. We have all kinds. However, we do have a image issue. Even in the military which I served for 20+ years people skills go a long way. What attracts people to watch a game? You build your "Table Character" off of that. If your lucky you have some skill to back that up with. You may not be the best all around but if you can win some matches and entertain people a little then so be it. That is how you buy your lunch tomorrow good for you then.

I would not beat anyone down too much on their skill or style. To each their own. We always have the choice of walking away if we don't gel well with the player. Beat him and move on. Or lose to him and move on...but please move on!

JMO
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