Poker Paul, Me And The Dogcatcher
It has probably been 20 years or so, but it was summertime and pretty slow for pool action around the Bay Area in Northern California, so Poker Paul and I decided to take a road trip. While I was not a champion or anything, I played all games ok and golf on a snooker table was my best game. We stopped in Phoenix for a few days and made a little money at the Golden Cue and then headed for Albuquerque, New Mexico. We ended up at the Corner Pocket, where Cowboy Jimmy Moore was still the house pro and there were some pretty good local players - Louie Roybal and two guys name Wilford. I was playing one of the Wilford's (Dave Murietta) golf on an awful 5 x 10 snooker table that had a loose rail at one end and the ball hopped every time you hit it. We were both stalling, but there were two guys from animal control in there sweating the game and one of them named Al said he thought I played pretty good and would I play some for more money. I said sure, but not on this table with the bad rail. He said he knew where there was a good table downtown and off we went. We kicked it off for $50 and $5 and ended up playing for $100/$10 and went the night was over, he beat me for $700 plus. I didn't play bad, the guy was a good player. Poker Paul never said a word, but when we got back to the motel room he said "I got me a hell of a road man. The dogcatcher beats us for $700". We ended up staying in town for a week or so and I finally won our money back from Al. Turns out he used to own the pool room and was a solid player. Louie and Wilford were too smart to trap, so we headed up the road to Denver, but that's another story. John Henderson