I remember my first pro tournament. It was at Q-Masters in Virginia. Keith was in the hot seat, and it was double elimination, one extended race at the end. Michael Coltrain came from the loser's bracket and won the event. The tournament was packed, standing room only. I wish I could remember the name of it. I think it was Spring-something.
Seeing all the pros that I had only read about in pool magazines or heard through the grapevine about their play was a thrill. Each one was so polite and nice, taking time to talk to the fans.
One game in particular, Keith was playing Ron Parks, a strong player at this event. They were in the money rounds. Keith missed the game-winning shot for the match and left Ron what looked to be a straight-in duck shot on the 8-ball, with the cueball and 8-ball both resting on the end rail. The 9-ball was at the opposite end of the table, about 3 inches from the corner pocket.
I was standing at the rail sweating the match with my friend Billy Stephen. I said to Billy, "Well, looks like we lost," feeling the pressure, seeing the two duck shots. Billy's reply was, "Don't be so sure. That is not an easy shot." I looked at him, wondering how it was not an easy shot. The 8-ball was about 6 inches from the corner pocket, and the cueball was about 3 inches directly behind it, both balls on the rail. He then added, "He's got to get shape on the 9, and these two balls are on the rail."
Well, Billy was right, and in trying to get shape, Ron missed. And Keith won.
After hours at the tournament, Keith was asked to gamble against Sam Monday. I think Keith spotted Sam two balls in a 9-ball game, 12-ahead set. Everybody pooled their money against Keith, thinking Sam was a lock to win. And the set went Sam's way when he hit 10 games ahead, but it was like Keith got a second wind and came back to even and then surged forward at 12 games ahead to take down the cheese. We won more money in that set than what the tournament paid for 1st place. Kaching!
Even the pro players liked to sweat Keith play. Hanging out with them on the rail was a thrill for this amateur social shooter. I miss those days.
Pool is a unique "sport," if you will, in that the professional players do mingle on a personal level with the railbirds and fans at every pool event. In other sports, you don't see that too often or as much as you do in pool. I don't view them as celebrities. They're people, just like me, but I do respect their skills and capabilities on a field of tournament blue or green. Those who disrespect them usually stems from p***s envy, a socioemotional state stemming from their childhood that they can't help. Thankfully, not everybody acts or feels the urge to disrespect the professionals of our industry that most of us all love and enjoy.