Lou - definitely the glory days of pool in St. Louis. I wasn't sure, but is that Dean Higgs with dark hair that comes into the video a few times as well?
My first 'road trip' in pool, I go to Olathe Kansas with Little Ricky and John Kramer. Ricky immediately gets matched up with Larry Mayo Sr in an all night - morning match. Over in the corner table of Shooters, is a young Danny Harriman playing Gary Seville even 9 ball. I spend the time sweating my money on Ricky and being the pool detective that I am, going over to watch the Danny-Gary match. It was winter time and the pool room was a little cold. This is about the time that Danny made a major jump in the pool world, although the world didn't know it yet. Gary was losing and complaining about the temperature in the building. He goes and gets a sweater to put on while playing. Without missing a beat, Danny takes off his shirt and plays out the match topless, really getting into Gary's head. He continues to play flawless and get the money. At one point in the match, Danny plays a 3 rail safe, going off the object ball on the top rail and parking the cue ball underneath a ball by the bottom rail. Gary misses the hit and Danny runs out. Seville takes a bathroom break and with just me and a few others watching, Danny executes the safety shot 3 more times in a row just to show us that he is no fluke.
A few months later, Danny is in St Louis for one of the Star Lite tournaments. He gets matched up with Brian Groce who at this time in his life was a road warrior and midwestern champion. 9 ball, big table, 8 ahead and no one in the building is giving Harriman any chance to win. Well no one but Danny and myself. I try to tell a few friends but they don't believe me. I empty out and less than hour later, Danny got the cash. I can only assume that Groce became a believer as they didn't play a second set.
Ok - enough hijack. Everyone should watch the video. Another 'move' Louie would do while playing is that he would shoot the 9 ball in up table at medium speed and before the ball hit the pocket, he would grab the rack and put it on the table and say 'Rack em'. It was simply polite intimidation.