Buddy Hall Question

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I was over there at the Red's tournament in Houston. Buddy Hall was rated the best 9-ball player in the country at that time. This was when Efren Reyes entered his first big tournament here in the States, going by the name of "Cesar Morales."

After Red, myself, and a couple other people pooled our money together, we decided to match Buddy up with "Cesar." They played even 9-ball, a race to 15 for 4 large. Buddy Hall ended up beating him two sets. The second set was closer than the first one.

To make a long story short, I have not seen Buddy lose either, especially when he wanted to put up his own money and play even. Didn't matter who he played. If he liked it, I liked it. ;)
I was there.... Only reason Buddy finally beat em was this.
He waited till effie had played all the others, including running over Medina.
Then played him because he was worn down a little more, then made his MOVE.
Lot easier to beat a worn player in the later sets than a fresh one.
Like a bullfrog sitting on a lilly pad/PATIENCE.
bm
 
My biggest score in a poolroom was at Rusty's in Dallas. I got hustled to play by Stormin' Norman, the owner of multiple bingo parlors. We played all night and I cleaned him and his partner out. They had to borrow 100 to pay me for the last game. I had over 7K stashed in all my pockets. The full story is in Pool Wars.

I learned how to play Tonk in Dayton.
There were a lot of mechanics in Dayton , and Columbus Almost none of them was good enough to travel with imo. , about the only thing most of them knew , was marked cards. and were taught by my partner, My main partner was a really smart guy, he taught me about 75% of everything I ever learned about cards, he could have made millions at a somewhat legitimate endeavor, but he liked the thrill of outsmarting "sharp" guys.
My goal was get in , get the maximum , non lethal money, get out ,and be welcome to come back, and rinse and repeat.
Why would anybody teach the better young gambling pool players , all over the country, how to read marked cards?
Can anybody figure it out? He went by a couple of names , Mark was the main one ,also Martin, you could be in a room all day long with him and think he was the dumbest sucker you ever met, he was actually the best I ever saw, by a lot. I watched him bust a guy at 4 different things one day in a pool room, The guy kept going and getting more money, At the end of the day he offered the guy one more chance to get his money back. It was an impossible thing to do , {for anyone else} but the guy said, I wouldn't bet you, if you said Abraham Lincoln was going to come out from under that hat on the table , riding on a Honda 350, lol.
 
If Buddy had a weakness, it was his break. I thought if Billy Johnson could break for him, the world needed the 6-7-8.
Buddy usually opted for a control break. He didn't explode the rack like the 'break monsters'. He could break and squat whitey mid-table with the best of them. If he had a shot it was game over.
 
Buddy usually opted for a control break. He didn't explode the rack like the 'break monsters'. He could break and squat whitey mid-table with the best of them. If he had a shot it was game over.
When Buddy won his US Open 9-ball in ‘98, he hardly ever squatted whitey…same as ‘78, when we hung around the same pool hall….
……..but world champs still needed the 8.
 
Tonk... Brother I haven't heard anyone mention that game in forever. Hell, I don't even know if I've ran into anyone besides my old buddies from a little pool room that used to be in South Dayton that even know what it is. But there was easily just as much Tonk being played in that room as there was pool. We had one dude who literally lived in the room for a while who wore an STP hat and decided it didn't stand for "Science, Technology, and Performance." It stood for Super Tonk Player.

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Thanks for the memories.
Watched some serious coin get thrown around on that game. It's kinda gone the way 14:1 has. Sad.
 
Buddy usually opted for a control break. He didn't explode the rack like the 'break monsters'. He could break and squat whitey mid-table with the best of them. If he had a shot it was game over.
Bring your Hibachi and toss on some steaks. Gonna be in that chair for awhile, might as well enjoy it!!😂
 
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There were a lot of mechanics in Dayton , and Columbus Almost none of them was good enough to travel with imo. , about the only thing most of them knew , was marked cards. and were taught by my partner, My main partner was a really smart guy, he taught me about 75% of everything I ever learned about cards, he could have made millions at a somewhat legitimate endeavor, but he liked the thrill of outsmarting "sharp" guys.
My goal was get in , get the maximum , non lethal money, get out ,and be welcome to come back, and rinse and repeat.
Why would anybody teach the better young gambling pool players , all over the country, how to read marked cards?
Can anybody figure it out? He went by a couple of names , Mark was the main one ,also Martin, you could be in a room all day long with him and think he was the dumbest sucker you ever met, he was actually the best I ever saw, by a lot. I watched him bust a guy at 4 different things one day in a pool room, The guy kept going and getting more money, At the end of the day he offered the guy one more chance to get his money back. It was an impossible thing to do , {for anyone else} but the guy said, I wouldn't bet you, if you said Abraham Lincoln was going to come out from under that hat on the table , riding on a Honda 350, lol.
If it's the same guy, we ran together for a couple years back in late 70s.
Mark knew many things and enjoyed passing that along, if he liked you. If not, iceberg central.
 
Watched some serious coin get thrown around on that game. It's kinda gone the way 14:1 has. Sad.
I haven't played in years but remember those days fondly. I always equated Tonk to nine ball because it's fast and loose.

I ended up playing a lot of heads up 500 Rummy outside the pool room and ended up with a strategy that basically came down to whoever got lucky first if both players are using it. And if you're playing heads up and not using that strategy, you're gonna have a bad time. I equated that game more like one pocket because of the slower, more methodical, and strategic aspects of it. Hell, the Super Tonk Player I talked about in my other post quit me because he said it was too slow.
 
I was there.... Only reason Buddy finally beat em was this.
He waited till effie had played all the others, including running over Medina.
Then played him because he was worn down a little more, then made his MOVE.
Lot easier to beat a worn player in the later sets than a fresh one.
Like a bullfrog sitting on a lilly pad/PATIENCE.
bm
Sigel did the same thing. We called it cherry picking. Mike was one of the best at it.
 
I used to worry about all the idiots in the next generation, especially the ones my children dated. Some of the earliest writings of man are about the idiots of the next generation! Then I realized that all these idiots produced grandchildren for me that were all geniuses so I don't worry so much.

I wish the stories could survive but I think the pool way of life is gone forever. I found a last vestige when I stumbled on Buffalo's on Airline. A rundown old building in a badder part of town and plenty of people ready to relieve you of excess cash! It jerked me back fifty years, it was great!

Now Buff has one of the greatest pool halls in the nation but it isn't the same. I haven't been to his newest place but it was fantastic before he bought it and he is one of the top few pool hall operators I have ever met. I'm sure it is wonderful, not sure it is a pool hall.

Before covid they were opening new "pool halls" around here. All seven footers or seven footers with one nine. Bright and clean and no place for an old scuffer like me. I wanted to play, I came to play, I walked around looking lost a few minutes and wandered back out.

Hu
😭😭
 
My biggest score in a poolroom was at Rusty's in Dallas. I got hustled to play by Stormin' Norman, the owner of multiple bingo parlors. We played all night and I cleaned him and his partner out. They had to borrow 100 to pay me for the last game. I had over 7K stashed in all my pockets. The full story is in Pool Wars.

I learned how to play Tonk in Dayton.
Lots of guys paid for expensive Tonk lessons in Dayton!!
 
I was there.... Only reason Buddy finally beat em was this.
He waited till effie had played all the others, including running over Medina.
Then played him because he was worn down a little more, then made his MOVE.
Lot easier to beat a worn player in the later sets than a fresh one.
Like a bullfrog sitting on a lilly pad/PATIENCE.
bm
What would Hu say?? Buddy could give St. Pete the 7!!
If Buddy had a weakness, it was his break. I thought if Billy Johnson could break for him, the world needed the 6-7-8.
What would Hu say??
Buddy could give St. Pete the 7!!!😉
 
This is a proper historical thread if there ever was one.

I hope Mike will get on board with my idea.

Copy these threads in a read only area. The “The Pool Chronicles”

Leave the threads open for us to fight and argue in current times. But have them in a read only area without all the current bullshit-like my post right here.

We can mine out the good threads and make them known to Mike so he can preserve them. Would be nice to go read historical stuff without all the white noise from today’s world.

If I’m wrong tell me!

Best
Fatboy <———missed history class, trying to make up for it here🤓
 
What would Hu say?? Buddy could give St. Pete the 7!!

What would Hu say??
Buddy could give St. Pete the 7!!!😉

First off, Buddy was good! The other thing, Buddy had heart. He would find a way to win.

First time I saw Buddy was in Greenway. He was standing by the counter with a foot propped up and a half-dozen local shortstops were sitting at his feet. Remember the German Shephard bobble heads that people put in the car's back window? Those shortstops looked like that. Buddy say something, six heads would bobble. I think he could have farted and six heads would have bobbled respectfully!

I don't remember the year but Buddy was tall, almost lanky, with the beginnings of a beer belly. Been awhile!

Hu
 
I used to worry about all the idiots in the next generation, especially the ones my children dated. Some of the earliest writings of man are about the idiots of the next generation! Then I realized that all these idiots produced grandchildren for me that were all geniuses so I don't worry so much.

I wish the stories could survive but I think the pool way of life is gone forever. I found a last vestige when I stumbled on Buffalo's on Airline. A rundown old building in a badder part of town and plenty of people ready to relieve you of excess cash! It jerked me back fifty years, it was great!

Now Buff has one of the greatest pool halls in the nation but it isn't the same. I haven't been to his newest place but it was fantastic before he bought it and he is one of the top few pool hall operators I have ever met. I'm sure it is wonderful, not sure it is a pool hall.

Before covid they were opening new "pool halls" around here. All seven footers or seven footers with one nine. Bright and clean and no place for an old scuffer like me. I wanted to play, I came to play, I walked around looking lost a few minutes and wandered back out.

Hu
I so much feel what you say here. I go in, walk around, want to play…but en up just leaving sad.
 
Yep, we are dinosaurs, but once we roamed !
I wasn't a real pool player, I was a low fruit basher, at that, but I was a serious contender with a deck of cards in my hands.
When I lived in San Francisco in 1970, my roommate played at the Oakland Bay? Card Club. His job was to drive a van, and help the vets etc here and there. He was a good 21 yr old player, no one in our high school ever beat em. Vietnam Years. Anywho if I remember correctly, max raise tables were $30, he knew to not got there, but stayed at the 4-8 games and averaged $80 a trip. Not a bad score every time.
Ran in Searcy there also.
 
This is a proper historical thread if there ever was one.

I hope Mike will get on board with my idea.

Copy these threads in a read only area. The “The Pool Chronicles”

Leave the threads open for us to fight and argue in current times. But have them in a read only area without all the current bullshit-like my post right here.

We can mine out the good threads and make them known to Mike so he can preserve them. Would be nice to go read historical stuff without all the white noise from today’s world.

If I’m wrong tell me!

Best
Fatboy <———missed history class, trying to make up for it here🤓
Ask em about he and Scott Smith at the Denver Open, 80's. That'll get a Smile outta em, and likely a Pause in the best way to respond.
HNY FB
bm
 
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