Old-time road-hog and lemon hustler, Bernard "Bunny" Rogoff (aka Pot and Pans) is in a hospice in Las Vegas, and at the end of his rope. I tried to call him, but he is too far gone to even answer a phone. Artie Bodendorfer visited him, and said he barely weighs 80 lbs.
He was always a funny guy, and this is from an old interview with him that now appears in "The Encyclopedia of Pool Hustlers."
Bunny and the "Jockey"
“Norman Howard, aka “the Jockey,” and I were on the road travelling to the tournament in Johnston City. I said, ‘Hey, Jock, how about driving for a while? I’m getting tired.’ A few minutes later Jock said, ‘Wake up! I can’t see! I can’t see!’ ‘What’s wrong, Jock?’ I said. ‘There’s snow on the windshield.’ Jockey answered. ‘Why don’t you put the wipers on?’ ‘Oh, I thought they were just for rain,’ he replied.
The next day we were in Cumberland, MD and Jock’s playing a radio announcer who’s giving him the 8 ball. Now, Jock’s supposed to beat the guy even, but he can’t make a ball. So I say, ‘Why don’t you quit and play him some more tomorrow. You’ll beat him with the 8 ball and then beat him even.’ ‘I ain’t quitting. I can beat him. I know I can beat him,’ Jockey yelled. ‘You’re quitting,’ I said. ‘No, I’m not,’ Jockey argued. ‘Oh, yes, you are. You’re quitting,’ I insisted. ‘What makes you think I’m quitting?’ he said. ‘Because if you don’t, when we get to Johnston City and your first match comes up, while they’re announcing it over the microphone, I’m going to tell them about the windshield wipers,’ I replied. Less than a minute later Jock’s cue was put up in the rack.”
Bunny Rogoff
I knew him since the early 60s. He was a good friend, and myself, and the pool world will truly miss him.
Beard
He was always a funny guy, and this is from an old interview with him that now appears in "The Encyclopedia of Pool Hustlers."
Bunny and the "Jockey"
“Norman Howard, aka “the Jockey,” and I were on the road travelling to the tournament in Johnston City. I said, ‘Hey, Jock, how about driving for a while? I’m getting tired.’ A few minutes later Jock said, ‘Wake up! I can’t see! I can’t see!’ ‘What’s wrong, Jock?’ I said. ‘There’s snow on the windshield.’ Jockey answered. ‘Why don’t you put the wipers on?’ ‘Oh, I thought they were just for rain,’ he replied.
The next day we were in Cumberland, MD and Jock’s playing a radio announcer who’s giving him the 8 ball. Now, Jock’s supposed to beat the guy even, but he can’t make a ball. So I say, ‘Why don’t you quit and play him some more tomorrow. You’ll beat him with the 8 ball and then beat him even.’ ‘I ain’t quitting. I can beat him. I know I can beat him,’ Jockey yelled. ‘You’re quitting,’ I said. ‘No, I’m not,’ Jockey argued. ‘Oh, yes, you are. You’re quitting,’ I insisted. ‘What makes you think I’m quitting?’ he said. ‘Because if you don’t, when we get to Johnston City and your first match comes up, while they’re announcing it over the microphone, I’m going to tell them about the windshield wipers,’ I replied. Less than a minute later Jock’s cue was put up in the rack.”
Bunny Rogoff
I knew him since the early 60s. He was a good friend, and myself, and the pool world will truly miss him.
Beard