[/QUOTE]wincardona said:
This is a good line. Made me laugh!
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This is a good line. Made me laugh!
The Spring Open, held at Q-Masters in Norfolk in 2002, was one of the first tournaments I ever encountered the "walking stick." It was a thrilling event, packed with players of all caliber, local champions, road players, seasoned veterans. You name 'em, they were all there. 
Keith McCready was hitting 'em strong and actually remained undefeated in the whole double-elimination event, all the way down to the finals. He knocked North Carolinian Michael Coltrain to the B side along the way, only to face him again for an extended race in the finals. Coltrain played brilliantly and won the tournament. It was the first time I had ever experienced the dispair of a winner's bracker player not getting the same opoprtunity as all others, i.e., to lose a match.
After the tournament concluded, it was let the games begin, and Keith, as he is wont to do, began barking up a storm looking for action. Sam Monday, another North Carolinian, stepped up to the plate and said he'd play a 12-ahead set for 2 dimes if Keith would give him the wild-8, I believe it was. Keith agreed to Sam's proposition, and then came the side-betting. Much to my surprise, everybody was betting on Sam, including Michael Coltrain, which made me uncomfortable. In other words, nobody liked Keith's end of it.
The match-up went until the wee hours of the morning, and Keith was, shall I say, feeling no pain. At one point, Sam was up 10, needing only 2 games for the almighty win. I was totally distraught, knowing that Keith's second-place winnings would be gone after we paid off Sam and all the side bets. Of course, the whole joint was pulling for Sam Monday, and I was the lone cheerleader on the rail for Team McCready.
But then it happened. It was like Keith got a second wind and came back from 10 stuck to 12 ahead within what seemed like minutes. I have never seen anything like it before. When the dust settled, Sam and all the side-betters paid Keith, and my mood was definitely uplifted!
Sam looked like he lost his best friend as he was putting away his gear, and he went to the bathroom. The two of them had been playing for about 7 hours, and it was about 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning. Keith went to the bathroom, too, and when he came back, he told me that he gave Sam Monday a "walking stick" of $300.
I was a little green at that time, never having heard of a walking stick, jelly roll, or bone. I blasted him, "Why on earth would you do that? This guy was just about to bust us, and you end up giving him $300? What's wrong with you?" I was pissed.
It was at this time that I learned that there is an unwritten rule with some players. It's called "old-school etiquette." Keith told me that it is not good to ever leave a pool player busted. He said Sam played his heart out all night long, and Keith wanted to give him a little jingle in his pocket for his efforts to go home with. Without Sam, we wouldn't have won any money.
I'm not so sure Sam would have given Keith a walking stick. However, the players who do give 'em are usually old-school players. It may be a dying art form to give walking sticks and seem odd to some folk, like me at this tournament, but there are still a few players who do engage in games of stake that utilize this practice.
Back in 2002, I had no digital camera, and I cannot find any pictures on the net of this tournament, though I know they exist. However, here's a cute shot of Keith, Spanish Mike LeBron, and Michael Coltrain taken later in the year at the 2002 U.S. Open, after I purchased my first digital camera.
BTW, today, I think Michael Coltrain is one of the BEST pool player handicappers in the business. Whoever he's betting on, I usually bet the same side!
JAM
Keith McCready was hitting 'em strong and actually remained undefeated in the whole double-elimination event, all the way down to the finals. He knocked North Carolinian Michael Coltrain to the B side along the way, only to face him again for an extended race in the finals. Coltrain played brilliantly and won the tournament. It was the first time I had ever experienced the dispair of a winner's bracker player not getting the same opoprtunity as all others, i.e., to lose a match.
After the tournament concluded, it was let the games begin, and Keith, as he is wont to do, began barking up a storm looking for action. Sam Monday, another North Carolinian, stepped up to the plate and said he'd play a 12-ahead set for 2 dimes if Keith would give him the wild-8, I believe it was. Keith agreed to Sam's proposition, and then came the side-betting. Much to my surprise, everybody was betting on Sam, including Michael Coltrain, which made me uncomfortable. In other words, nobody liked Keith's end of it.
The match-up went until the wee hours of the morning, and Keith was, shall I say, feeling no pain. At one point, Sam was up 10, needing only 2 games for the almighty win. I was totally distraught, knowing that Keith's second-place winnings would be gone after we paid off Sam and all the side bets. Of course, the whole joint was pulling for Sam Monday, and I was the lone cheerleader on the rail for Team McCready.
But then it happened. It was like Keith got a second wind and came back from 10 stuck to 12 ahead within what seemed like minutes. I have never seen anything like it before. When the dust settled, Sam and all the side-betters paid Keith, and my mood was definitely uplifted!
Sam looked like he lost his best friend as he was putting away his gear, and he went to the bathroom. The two of them had been playing for about 7 hours, and it was about 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning. Keith went to the bathroom, too, and when he came back, he told me that he gave Sam Monday a "walking stick" of $300.
I was a little green at that time, never having heard of a walking stick, jelly roll, or bone. I blasted him, "Why on earth would you do that? This guy was just about to bust us, and you end up giving him $300? What's wrong with you?" I was pissed.
It was at this time that I learned that there is an unwritten rule with some players. It's called "old-school etiquette." Keith told me that it is not good to ever leave a pool player busted. He said Sam played his heart out all night long, and Keith wanted to give him a little jingle in his pocket for his efforts to go home with. Without Sam, we wouldn't have won any money.
I'm not so sure Sam would have given Keith a walking stick. However, the players who do give 'em are usually old-school players. It may be a dying art form to give walking sticks and seem odd to some folk, like me at this tournament, but there are still a few players who do engage in games of stake that utilize this practice.
Back in 2002, I had no digital camera, and I cannot find any pictures on the net of this tournament, though I know they exist. However, here's a cute shot of Keith, Spanish Mike LeBron, and Michael Coltrain taken later in the year at the 2002 U.S. Open, after I purchased my first digital camera.
BTW, today, I think Michael Coltrain is one of the BEST pool player handicappers in the business. Whoever he's betting on, I usually bet the same side!
JAM
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JAM said:The Spring Open, held at Q-Masters in Norfolk in 2002, was one of the first tournaments I ever encountered the "walking stick." It was a thrilling event, packed with players of all caliber, local champions, road players, seasoned veterans. You name 'em, they were all there.
Keith McCready was hitting 'em strong and actually remained undefeated in the whole double-elimination event, all the way down to the finals. He knocked North Carolinian Michael Coltrain to the B side along the way, only to face him again for an extended race in the finals. Coltrain played brilliantly and won the tournament. It was the first time I had ever experienced the dispair of a winner's bracker player not getting the same opoprtunity as all others, i.e., to lose a match.
After the tournament concluded, it was let the games begin, and Keith, as he is wont to do, began barking up a storm looking for action. Sam Monday, another North Carolinian, stepped up to the plate and said he'd play a 12-ahead set for 2 dimes if Keith would give him the wild-8, I believe it was. Keith agreed to Sam's proposition, and then came the side-betting. Much to my surprise, everybody was betting on Sam, including Michael Coltrain, which made me uncomfortable. In other words, nobody liked Keith's end of it.
The match-up went until the wee hours of the morning, and Keith was, shall I say, feeling no pain. At one point, Sam was up 10, needing only 2 games for the almighty win. I was totally distraught, knowing that Keith's second-place winnings would be gone after we paid off Sam and all the side bets. Of course, the whole joint was pulling for Sam Monday, and I was the lone cheerleader on the rail for Team McCready.
But then it happened. It was like Keith got a second wind and came back from 10 stuck to 12 ahead within what seemed like minutes. I have never seen anything like it before. When the dust settled, Sam and all the side-betters paid Keith, and my mood was definitely uplifted!
Sam looked like he lost his best friend as he was putting away his gear, and he went to the bathroom. The two of them had been playing for about 7 hours, and it was about 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning. Keith went to the bathroom, too, and when he came back, he told me that he gave Sam Monday a "walking stick" of $300.
I was a little green at that time, never having heard of a walking stick, jelly roll, or bone. I blasted him, "Why on earth would you do that? This guy was just about to bust us, and you end up giving him $300? What's wrong with you?" I was pissed.
It was at this time that I learned that there is an unwritten rule with some players. It's called "old-school etiquette." Keith told me that it is not good to ever leave a pool player busted. He said Sam played his heart out all night long, and Keith wanted to give him a little jingle in his pocket for his efforts to go home with. Without Sam, we wouldn't have won any money.
I'm not so sure Sam would have given Keith a walking stick. However, the players who do give 'em are usually old-school players. It may be a dying art form to give walking sticks and seem odd to some folk, like me at this tournament, but there are still a few players who do engage in games of stake that utilize this practice.
Back in 2002, I had no digital camera, and I cannot find any pictures on the net of this tournament, though I know they exist. However, here's a cute shot of Keith, Spanish Mike LeBron, and Michael Coltrain taken later in the year at the 2002 U.S. Open, after I purchased my first digital camera.
BTW, today, I think Michael Coltrain is one of the BEST pool player handicappers in the business. Whoever he's betting on, I usually bet the same side!
JAM
When Keith catches that "gear", you can forget about it. It's like he's playing alone.
Jam, we used to call them "gappers", a little money to help fill in the gap until they make a score somewhere. It's a little different when there is a backer involved and it's all their money. I never feel the need to give a gapper to a backer, because they usually have access to more funds.
And if I back a player and he loses, I would never ask for a gapper. If a player is betting his own though, and goes broke to me, he can always get 50 to a 100 for "walking around" money. You know, so he has money to eat.
Keith has always been good that way, and he has needed a gapper or two in the past also. Tell Keith our number is 0! That will make him laugh.
JAM said:The Spring Open, held at Q-Masters in Norfolk in 2002, was one of the first tournaments I ever encountered the "walking stick." It was a thrilling event, packed with players of all caliber, local champions, road players, seasoned veterans. You name 'em, they were all there.
Keith McCready was hitting 'em strong and actually remained undefeated in the whole double-elimination event, all the way down to the finals. He knocked North Carolinian Michael Coltrain to the B side along the way, only to face him again for an extended race in the finals. Coltrain played brilliantly and won the tournament. It was the first time I had ever experienced the dispair of a winner's bracker player not getting the same opoprtunity as all others, i.e., to lose a match.
After the tournament concluded, it was let the games begin, and Keith, as he is wont to do, began barking up a storm looking for action. Sam Monday, another North Carolinian, stepped up to the plate and said he'd play a 12-ahead set for 2 dimes if Keith would give him the wild-8, I believe it was. Keith agreed to Sam's proposition, and then came the side-betting. Much to my surprise, everybody was betting on Sam, including Michael Coltrain, which made me uncomfortable. In other words, nobody liked Keith's end of it.
The match-up went until the wee hours of the morning, and Keith was, shall I say, feeling no pain. At one point, Sam was up 10, needing only 2 games for the almighty win. I was totally distraught, knowing that Keith's second-place winnings would be gone after we paid off Sam and all the side bets. Of course, the whole joint was pulling for Sam Monday, and I was the lone cheerleader on the rail for Team McCready.
But then it happened. It was like Keith got a second wind and came back from 10 stuck to 12 ahead within what seemed like minutes. I have never seen anything like it before. When the dust settled, Sam and all the side-betters paid Keith, and my mood was definitely uplifted!
Sam looked like he lost his best friend as he was putting away his gear, and he went to the bathroom. The two of them had been playing for about 7 hours, and it was about 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning. Keith went to the bathroom, too, and when he came back, he told me that he gave Sam Monday a "walking stick" of $300.
I was a little green at that time, never having heard of a walking stick, jelly roll, or bone. I blasted him, "Why on earth would you do that? This guy was just about to bust us, and you end up giving him $300? What's wrong with you?" I was pissed.
It was at this time that I learned that there is an unwritten rule with some players. It's called "old-school etiquette." Keith told me that it is not good to ever leave a pool player busted. He said Sam played his heart out all night long, and Keith wanted to give him a little jingle in his pocket for his efforts to go home with. Without Sam, we wouldn't have won any money.
I'm not so sure Sam would have given Keith a walking stick. However, the players who do give 'em are usually old-school players. It may be a dying art form to give walking sticks and seem odd to some folk, like me at this tournament, but there are still a few players who do engage in games of stake that utilize this practice.
Back in 2002, I had no digital camera, and I cannot find any pictures on the net of this tournament, though I know they exist. However, here's a cute shot of Keith, Spanish Mike LeBron, and Michael Coltrain taken later in the year at the 2002 U.S. Open, after I purchased my first digital camera.
BTW, today, I think Michael Coltrain is one of the BEST pool player handicappers in the business. Whoever he's betting on, I usually bet the same side!
JAM
Coltrain is a good guy too. The time that He, Shannon Daulton, and I played the guys at golf in Ashboro and they skipped out on paying us, we went to High Point where we knew his family had a little pool room. Well, needless to say, he was nowhere to be found but we talked to his mom and left word that we would be in town and to get in touch with us. We stayed at a hotel that night and Mike and I shared a room. The World Series was on and when the Angels came back on a late inning home run to beat the Giants, Train jumped up and down on his bed like a little kid. We never got the money, but I had a great time anyway listening to Train and Shannon tell all of their old gambling and debauchery stories.
jay helfert said:
Today, I now know about those gappers! We've given away more than we've received, but that could be looked at two ways. Maybe we're more winner in the gambling arena than stuck!
I told Keith the number is zero. His reply: "Tell him I need some money then!"
JAM [He said that would make you smile.]
JAM said:Today, I now know about those gappers! We've given away more than we've received, but that could be looked at two ways. Maybe we're more winner in the gambling arena than stuck!
I told Keith the number is zero. His reply: "Tell him I need some money then!"
JAM [He said that would make you smile.]
Tell Keithly his old papa Jay took care of him when he was a young'un and now he has to take care of me in my old age.
And I need 200 for starters, just to get back on my feet.
jay helfert said:Tell Keithly his old papa Jay took care of him when he was a young'un and now he has to take care of me in my old age.
And I need 200 for starters, just to get back on my feet.
JAM says, We're taking Jay out to a fine dinner, next time we see him.
Keith says, Toupee, I like the way you're thinking. I don't know who you learned that from, but you know how you and me do it! It will only hurt just for a little bit.
JAM
JAM said:JAM says, We're taking Jay out to a fine dinner, next time we see him.
Keith says, Toupee, I like the way you're thinking. I don't know who you learned that from, but you know how you and me do it! It will only hurt just for a little bit.
JAM
IT'S A DEAL!
I'm Losing LESS Money At Poker Than I Did At Pool.. imo
Well, when I lost (which was pretty much all the time I never received a 'walking stick', because I never asked for one (even though gambling was my ONLY source of income for 15 years).
When I played AZB's own Short Bus Russ and busted him (even the ATM refused to talk to him anymore) I gave him a 10% walking stick WITHOUT his asking for it.
When I played AZB's Gulfport Doc and was winning for 10 hours, I told him that I had the table time. When the long match, diabetes and blood sugar swings caused me to melt (plus Doc continued to play well) and I ended up losing money, I still took care of the table time, because I said that I would, plus I got a discount at Planet 9-Ball.
I agree with JAM, Freddy,Jay, Billy, etc., that walking sticks are old school and seem like a common sense gesture to many gamblers... even if some players expect a walking stick and abuse the goodwill of others.
Doug
( sadly, the walking stick that I get daily now, is a REAL walking stick.... so, don't ask to 'borrow' it )
Well, when I lost (which was pretty much all the time
I never received a 'walking stick', because I never asked for one (even though gambling was my ONLY source of income for 15 years).When I played AZB's own Short Bus Russ and busted him (even the ATM refused to talk to him anymore) I gave him a 10% walking stick WITHOUT his asking for it.
When I played AZB's Gulfport Doc and was winning for 10 hours, I told him that I had the table time. When the long match, diabetes and blood sugar swings caused me to melt (plus Doc continued to play well) and I ended up losing money, I still took care of the table time, because I said that I would, plus I got a discount at Planet 9-Ball.
I agree with JAM, Freddy,Jay, Billy, etc., that walking sticks are old school and seem like a common sense gesture to many gamblers... even if some players expect a walking stick and abuse the goodwill of others.
Doug
( sadly, the walking stick that I get daily now, is a REAL walking stick.... so, don't ask to 'borrow' it )