Cole Dixon

Grady

Pro Player
I’ve known Cole for 43 years and he’s always been a class act. Cole lived in the east bay of San Francisco when I first met him. It was 1963 and I was working in Cochrun’s. At that time he was still a shortstop but was improving rapidly. Right from the beginning he had a lot of gamble. If you were a Cochrun’s regular, it was pretty much required that you behave yourself.
Within only a two or three year period from the above described, Cole was playing championship 9 Ball. He possessed as pretty a stroke as you ever saw. I bested him once in a tough bar table match at Daisy Mae’s in Orange County but he beat me a set on the big table. Cole was the ultimate warrior on a pool table. He was absolutely fearless and a big, big bettor. Case in point: One time, Cole was playing Weenie Beenie upstairs at the Stardust. They were betting $1000 a game which was a huge bet at the time. Cole had heard Beenie say once that he had never turned down the offer of a big bet so Cole asked Beenie to play for $3000 a game. Beenie politely declined.
One time in Colorado Springs, at my own pool room, Cole beat me four days in a row to the tune of about $12,000. On the fifth day, I came to life pretty good and won all my money back plus $10,000 on the wire. Cole had come with a high rolling card player who, when they had been winning, had really been giving me the psychological treatment. To make a long story short, they were broke which embarrassed Cole mightily. Cole, over about a five year period, paid me his half of the $10,000. The card player, of course, vanished forever.
Cole learned how to cheat casinos in a variety of ways and he always had cast iron cajones. Of course he would periodically get caught and have to pay huge attorney fees and spend a little time in jail. When the smoke cleared, I don’t think he was any money ahead and he’s barred permanently from casinos.
Cole can build an entire house by himself. He’s a man of many talents but he’s not had an easy life. I met his wife and family when he lived in Carson City, Nevada probably 25 years ago.
I don’t know what else to say except it’s been a privilege to have him as my friend all these years. I’ve always found him to be honorable to a fault. If I could magically resurrect Cole’s ability when he was at the top of his game, I’d gladly stake him to play any of these modern world beaters.
Next posting, I’ll do Weldon Rodgers, then Strawberry Brooks, and Rags Fitzpatrick.
 
Cochrane's

Grady said:
I’ve known Cole for 43 years and he’s always been a class act. Cole lived in the east bay of San Francisco when I first met him. It was 1963 and I was working in Cochrun’s. At that time he was still a shortstop but was improving rapidly. Right from the beginning he had a lot of gamble. If you were a Cochrun’s regular, it was pretty much required that you behave yourself.
Within only a two or three year period from the above described, Cole was playing championship 9 Ball. He possessed as pretty a stroke as you ever saw. I bested him once in a tough bar table match at Daisy Mae’s in Orange County but he beat me a set on the big table. Cole was the ultimate warrior on a pool table. He was absolutely fearless and a big, big bettor. Case in point: One time, Cole was playing Weenie Beenie upstairs at the Stardust. They were betting $1000 a game which was a huge bet at the time. Cole had heard Beenie say once that he had never turned down the offer of a big bet so Cole asked Beenie to play for $3000 a game. Beenie politely declined.
One time in Colorado Springs, at my own pool room, Cole beat me four days in a row to the tune of about $12,000. On the fifth day, I came to life pretty good and won all my money back plus $10,000 on the wire. Cole had come with a high rolling card player who, when they had been winning, had really been giving me the psychological treatment. To make a long story short, they were broke which embarrassed Cole mightily. Cole, over about a five year period, paid me his half of the $10,000. The card player, of course, vanished forever.
Cole learned how to cheat casinos in a variety of ways and he always had cast iron cajones. Of course he would periodically get caught and have to pay huge attorney fees and spend a little time in jail. When the smoke cleared, I don’t think he was any money ahead and he’s barred permanently from casinos.
Cole can build an entire house by himself. He’s a man of many talents but he’s not had an easy life. I met his wife and family when he lived in Carson City, Nevada probably 25 years ago.
I don’t know what else to say except it’s been a privilege to have him as my friend all these years. I’ve always found him to be honorable to a fault. If I could magically resurrect Cole’s ability when he was at the top of his game, I’d gladly stake him to play any of these modern world beaters.
Next posting, I’ll do Weldon Rodgers, then Strawberry Brooks, and Rags Fitzpatrick.

Many Thanks for the story, Grady.....When you worked at Cochrane's; was it during the time when Willie Mosconi would stop in? Did he ever get into action? If you would, I'd like to hear more stories of action at Cochrane's back in those days......Thanks again...Marv from San Francisco
 
All About Cole

Grady said:
I’ve known Cole for 43 years and he’s always been a class act. Cole lived in the east bay of San Francisco when I first met him. It was 1963 and I was working in Cochrun’s. At that time he was still a shortstop but was improving rapidly. Right from the beginning he had a lot of gamble. If you were a Cochrun’s regular, it was pretty much required that you behave yourself.
Within only a two or three year period from the above described, Cole was playing championship 9 Ball. He possessed as pretty a stroke as you ever saw. I bested him once in a tough bar table match at Daisy Mae’s in Orange County but he beat me a set on the big table. Cole was the ultimate warrior on a pool table. He was absolutely fearless and a big, big bettor. Case in point: One time, Cole was playing Weenie Beenie upstairs at the Stardust. They were betting $1000 a game which was a huge bet at the time. Cole had heard Beenie say once that he had never turned down the offer of a big bet so Cole asked Beenie to play for $3000 a game. Beenie politely declined.
One time in Colorado Springs, at my own pool room, Cole beat me four days in a row to the tune of about $12,000. On the fifth day, I came to life pretty good and won all my money back plus $10,000 on the wire. Cole had come with a high rolling card player who, when they had been winning, had really been giving me the psychological treatment. To make a long story short, they were broke which embarrassed Cole mightily. Cole, over about a five year period, paid me his half of the $10,000. The card player, of course, vanished forever.
Cole learned how to cheat casinos in a variety of ways and he always had cast iron cajones. Of course he would periodically get caught and have to pay huge attorney fees and spend a little time in jail. When the smoke cleared, I don’t think he was any money ahead and he’s barred permanently from casinos.
Cole can build an entire house by himself. He’s a man of many talents but he’s not had an easy life. I met his wife and family when he lived in Carson City, Nevada probably 25 years ago.
I don’t know what else to say except it’s been a privilege to have him as my friend all these years. I’ve always found him to be honorable to a fault. If I could magically resurrect Cole’s ability when he was at the top of his game, I’d gladly stake him to play any of these modern world beaters.
Next posting, I’ll do Weldon Rodgers, then Strawberry Brooks, and Rags Fitzpatrick.


Thanks Grady,

This is a nice little capsule of a man, who was at one time, one of the most feared pool players on the planet.

Present day, Cole is in contruction, building and renovating homes. His M.O. is he will work a couple months on a project, get pumped up and fly into L.A. and play high stakes poker. He has made a few scores, but for the most part, he leaves town empty.

Like Grady said, Cole is in every black book in Nevada. He can be a little too tricky for his own good.

P.S. Grady, I know the card player and he is a rich man today in California.
You can PM me if you want details. They came thru my poolroom in the early 70's and Cole tried to give me 9-6 in One Hole and I won about 2K plus a Joss cue. I made them post before we played.
 
Thanks for the little piece of history Grady. This "reputation" machine won't let me give you any kudo's (too soon since the last one). I hope thanks is enough.
 
Cole was slick

In the 1970's when he was playing at the top of his game, Cole and his backer would come in and match up with Ronnie Allen at Big Mama's in North Hollywood after hours. I watched them play on the big, tight snooker table all night long.

Cole was a slick looking surfer/hippie at the time. I thought it was odd that such a slick young guy was a high stakes pool player. He was quiet, polite, and deadly accurate. I don't think Ronnie did too well.

I saw Cole play Angel Paglia at a tournament at Hollywood Billards a few months ago. It was fun to watch him play and he still has that pretty stroke. I guess he doesn't take pool too seriously anymore.

Chris
 
I knew, haven't seen him for many years, Cole in and after the mid 60's. We played and hit a few spots together, even a played a little cards with some of the other pool players at tournaments. I've seen a few strokes, none has been any better or smoother than Coles, ever, and more importantly, it was deadly accurate. Besides Denny, I'm sure the rest of the pink ball/pay ball game stories that Grady remembers at Cochrans were about Cole. Athough when I was around him he wasn't always the quietest, as others have written, but he wasn't disrespectful. He just wanted to play anybody, any thing and "play high". More gamble, and honor, than one should have for his age. I knew when he started messing with Nevada that he would have Griffens on his ass, which surely happened. Far as I'm concerned, it would be alright with me if he broke every casino there, slickness and all, because they have sent more pool players home broke than other players. I've always liked Cole but haven't seen him in many years as our lives went different directions. I hope to catch him at one of the events sometime in the future.

Great personality and unbelievable talent and heart.
 
Too bad this forum can't take wav files, because I wanted to post a voicemail I got from Cole. That great raspy growly voice.

He said he doesn't play much anymore. We wanted him to try out for the IPT.

Anybody remember Cole as a kid, on the road with my husband, Mike Zimmerman at 16 and 17? I'd like to hear a few stories about my husband, lol.

Linda
 
rackmsuckr said:
I'd like to hear a few stories about my husband, lol.

Linda

a retired pro player told me that your husband once beat Earl Strickland in a protour event.He said that your husband`s game was ``similar to keith Mccredy`s game- gets hot & cold``.He expressed respect for your husband`s game.
 
TATE said:
In the 1970's when he was playing at the top of his game, Cole and his backer would come in and match up with Ronnie Allen at Big Mama's in North Hollywood after hours. I watched them play on the big, tight snooker table all night long.
Hey Chris-- I remember Big Mama's real well from '69-70. Didn't "Coke" have a piece of that room? I don't know whatever happened to him, but it probably wasn't good. They used to blacken the doors and windows, and let the action flow all night. He must have been paying off the cops-- what with all the cars parked in the lot!!

Lots of the top players used to com in there around Jan./Feb. from out of town getting ready for the World 14.1 championships at the Elks in MacArthur Park. I saw Ronnie and Eddie Kelly play there a few times. There never were two guys who wanted to beat each other more than those two. Saw Ronnie play a good local shortstop "Tonyola" even, but RA had to play 4-no-count, one-handed, free-handed. Couldn't believe what I was seeing! I wonder when Big Mama's closed?

Doc
 
gulfportdoc said:
Hey Chris-- I remember Big Mama's real well from '69-70. Didn't "Coke" have a piece of that room? I don't know whatever happened to him, but it probably wasn't good. They used to blacken the doors and windows, and let the action flow all night. He must have been paying off the cops-- what with all the cars parked in the lot!!

Lots of the top players used to com in there around Jan./Feb. from out of town getting ready for the World 14.1 championships at the Elks in MacArthur Park. I saw Ronnie and Eddie Kelly play there a few times. There never were two guys who wanted to beat each other more than those two. Saw Ronnie play a good local shortstop "Tonyola" even, but RA had to play 4-no-count, one-handed, free-handed. Couldn't believe what I was seeing! I wonder when Big Mama's closed?

Doc

Hi Doc,

Yes, Coke owned the room when it was "Big Mama's" and he sold it to Ronnie Allen and it became "Fast Eddie's". It didn't take Ronnie long to clean out the rent reserves on bad match-ups. They closed down in the late 1970's I believe.

They call Coke "Coleie" now (pronounced Cole-ee) and he's doing fine. Coke is a decent fellow - I like Coke a lot. Tony Ola was Coke's good friend. I used to play him and a lot of questionable characters at that place.

Coke is well off, having done well in real estate out here. He drives around in a Jaguar and sports a ponytail if you can believe it. He's still a businessman. He mellowed out a ton and is really a nice guy now. He looks good too and we talk for hours when I see him. He likes playing low stakes sociable liability, golf, or whatever on the snooker tables.

I was a kid at the time, so it didn't phase me and I think I was the only one that came into the place that actually had a real job.

One night Coke and I backed Mexican Ronnie (Rosas) against Ronnie Allen for $200 a set 9 ball with Mexican Ronnie getting the 8. Rosas was only about 21 at the time. Rosas easily beat him, so they played another set even. Rosas won again. So I suggested Rosas give Ronnie the 8, he did and it was close, but Mexican Ron won again. Ronnie Rosas on those tight tables was fantastic.

Did you know Mexican Ronnie beat Rodney Morris pretty handily in a tournament here shortly before Morris won the U.S. Open? He was an awesome player.

Chris
 
I played BCA league with Christeen his daughter last night. I gave her a hardcopy of your post, she is very appreciative and ask me to thank you.
:)
Cheers
 
Did Cole match up with Keith or run with Keith?

Grady said:
I’ve known Cole for 43 years and he’s always been a class act. Cole lived in the east bay of San Francisco when I first met him. It was 1963 and I was working in Cochrun’s. At that time he was still a shortstop but was improving rapidly. Right from the beginning he had a lot of gamble. If you were a Cochrun’s regular, it was pretty much required that you behave yourself.
Within only a two or three year period from the above described, Cole was playing championship 9 Ball. He possessed as pretty a stroke as you ever saw. I bested him once in a tough bar table match at Daisy Mae’s in Orange County but he beat me a set on the big table. Cole was the ultimate warrior on a pool table. He was absolutely fearless and a big, big bettor. Case in point: One time, Cole was playing Weenie Beenie upstairs at the Stardust. They were betting $1000 a game which was a huge bet at the time. Cole had heard Beenie say once that he had never turned down the offer of a big bet so Cole asked Beenie to play for $3000 a game. Beenie politely declined.
One time in Colorado Springs, at my own pool room, Cole beat me four days in a row to the tune of about $12,000. On the fifth day, I came to life pretty good and won all my money back plus $10,000 on the wire. Cole had come with a high rolling card player who, when they had been winning, had really been giving me the psychological treatment. To make a long story short, they were broke which embarrassed Cole mightily. Cole, over about a five year period, paid me his half of the $10,000. The card player, of course, vanished forever.
Cole learned how to cheat casinos in a variety of ways and he always had cast iron cajones. Of course he would periodically get caught and have to pay huge attorney fees and spend a little time in jail. When the smoke cleared, I don’t think he was any money ahead and he’s barred permanently from casinos.
Cole can build an entire house by himself. He’s a man of many talents but he’s not had an easy life. I met his wife and family when he lived in Carson City, Nevada probably 25 years ago.
I don’t know what else to say except it’s been a privilege to have him as my friend all these years. I’ve always found him to be honorable to a fault. If I could magically resurrect Cole’s ability when he was at the top of his game, I’d gladly stake him to play any of these modern world beaters.
Next posting, I’ll do Weldon Rodgers, then Strawberry Brooks, and Rags Fitzpatrick.


How did Keith and Cole do against each other and with each other. Arent they about the same age?

Ken
 
Thanks for the story Grady, I love hearing your action stories from "back in the day".
 
I got to see Cole play about 10 or 12 years ago at Bucktooth's place in Manteca Ca. My son and I walked in the place at about 9:30 in the morning on a Sunday. These two guys were playing so my son and I went over to watch them. There were beer bottles all flowing out of a medium sized garbage can next to their table and more bottles cluttered all over the area - there must have been 30 bottles altogether. Cole was staggering and slurring his words and looked like Hell! I thought that he was insane to be playing under those circumstances. The other player looked like he was sober.

I thought for sure that Cole must have been stuck in the match because of his condition but he was way ahead in the match. I was amazed whenever Cole got ready to shoot a shot. He couldn't stand up straight but when he put that cue on the table to shoot, it looked like a laser beam. His stroke was smooth and flawless. He'd get up from the shot and start weaving.

My son was about 11 or 12 and he's now 22. Cole said something that was a little on the blue side and he noticed my son sitting there and he immediately apologized. He came over and told him that he would be smart if he never took up pool and gambling because it will make you do some foolish things.

Cole wound up winning and somehow made it out of there. I really don't think he was faking being drunk because nobody could have downed that much beer and not have a major buzz going.
 
Once in 1981 my second wife was working at a Chinese restaurant in Las Vegas. She was the greatest waitress who ever lived but that's a story for another time. To kill time waiting for her to get off work, I would pitch coins of different denominations against the wall of the establishment. In high school I had gotten pretty good at that activity but I hadn't done it in years.
Upon a desultory weekend, we got aboard our motorcycle and headed to LA for some action. Somehow or another we ended up playing Ronnie Rosas. I spotted him the eight ball and won a couple of sets for $500. As we were getting ready to leave, Ronnie appraches me and asks, "How bout' giving me a chance to get even pitching quarters against that wall?"
It was almost exactly the same surface I had been practicing on. I said yes cheerfully and I won another thousand dollars.
I was there the night Big Mama's got busted and I never returned.
 
Cole

Hi Linda;

I remember Mike. I believe when I spent time with Cole, Mike was there also, and they were frequently in Sacramento, where I live. In fact, when I was in Oroville watching the recent tournament, I saw Mike playing and asked a friend, Gene Ahola, who he was because it was clear he knew his way around the table, he was amazed that I didn't recognize Mike as we all knew each other when we where young. Gene forgets that I haven't been around pool for over 20 years, and we all have changed, a little. Perhaps next time I see him, I will take the time to reintroduce myself. I find that after being out of the circle for so long its hard to remember everyone, and I expect that its the same for them.

Regards to Mike

From Mike

rackmsuckr said:
Too bad this forum can't take wav files, because I wanted to post a voicemail I got from Cole. That great raspy growly voice.

He said he doesn't play much anymore. We wanted him to try out for the IPT.

Anybody remember Cole as a kid, on the road with my husband, Mike Zimmerman at 16 and 17? I'd like to hear a few stories about my husband, lol.

Linda
 
Coin pitching

Grady said:
Once in 1981 my second wife was working at a Chinese restaurant in Las Vegas. She was the greatest waitress who ever lived but that's a story for another time. To kill time waiting for her to get off work, I would pitch coins of different denominations against the wall of the establishment. In high school I had gotten pretty good at that activity but I hadn't done it in years.
Upon a desultory weekend, we got aboard our motorcycle and headed to LA for some action. Somehow or another we ended up playing Ronnie Rosas. I spotted him the eight ball and won a couple of sets for $500. As we were getting ready to leave, Ronnie appraches me and asks, "How bout' giving me a chance to get even pitching quarters against that wall?"
It was almost exactly the same surface I had been practicing on. I said yes cheerfully and I won another thousand dollars.
I was there the night Big Mama's got busted and I never returned.

Grady, I have heard of pitching coins to area's, say onto a stool or pool table, but never against a wall how is this done?

Mack
 
Was a big thing, if you gambled, in the mid to late 70's, give or take. You just pick a wall, made a line to stand behind, and the closest to pitch the coin to the wall won. Just laggin' the coin to the wall, closest wins. Spinning, spit, flipping, just about anything was tried to "kill" the coin next to the wall. No way to put any draw on that coin.
 
Deadon said:
Was a big thing, if you gambled, in the mid to late 70's, give or take. You just pick a wall, made a line to stand behind, and the closest to pitch the coin to the wall won. Just laggin' the coin to the wall, closest wins. Spinning, spit, flipping, just about anything was tried to "kill" the coin next to the wall. No way to put any draw on that coin.

Got it, so to the wall not on it.

Thanks,

Mack
 
WELDON ROGERS !!!!!!!!!!!

Grady ....... I actually spoke to Weldon about 4 or 5 years ago. It seems like he was in Memphis or someplace like that. There are quite a few stories about him from when he lived in Phoenix. I anxiously await the Weldon stories from you!!!
 
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