sometime about a hunnert years ago . . .
Well, maybe more like the seventies, I was with a handful of regulars helping close down the corner bar by my house. A few beers and a lot of BS, everybody had long ago lost interest in pool. In comes a kid, maybe early twenties. Clean cut, athletic looking, seems like I remember him toting a stick with a hinge in it, and he wanted to play pool for five a game. Nobody wanted to give up a seat in the BS session but when he started around the second time I said I might as well shoot some just to restore peace in the place. Kid was kinda pushy.
Back then we flipped for the rack and the break on the bar tables if nobody was already on it and the eight ball in any pocket on the break won. I lost the toss and racked. He called the eight ball in the corner pocket regardles of rules, and made it where he called it. I broke a twenty and racked again. He called the eight ball in the side pocket and made it in the pocket he called. Third rack was a repeat of the second. Everybody in the place had noticed what was going on and were urging me to quit by then. I told them I still had five left from the twenty and wanted to see another break. He went to the same pocket for the third time and either by bad luck or his design to keep the game going the eight ball made a bee line for the called pocket but stopped less than an inch short.
I did mention early on that this was my home stomping grounds. I ran out and made very sure that he would need a miracle to even touch one of his balls for the rest of the night. I don't remember if he gave up or the bar closed but I only made about fifty or sixty off of him.
Never saw him again and always wondered if he was good or just a one trick pony. Heck of a trick regardless! No idea how he kept making the eight. He did have to hit the one ball first and I gave him an honest rack every time.
I shot the local pool tables for about a decade and although I occasionally played for a little more money it always seemed like the really crazy things happened in the penny ante or beer games.
Hu
Well, maybe more like the seventies, I was with a handful of regulars helping close down the corner bar by my house. A few beers and a lot of BS, everybody had long ago lost interest in pool. In comes a kid, maybe early twenties. Clean cut, athletic looking, seems like I remember him toting a stick with a hinge in it, and he wanted to play pool for five a game. Nobody wanted to give up a seat in the BS session but when he started around the second time I said I might as well shoot some just to restore peace in the place. Kid was kinda pushy.
Back then we flipped for the rack and the break on the bar tables if nobody was already on it and the eight ball in any pocket on the break won. I lost the toss and racked. He called the eight ball in the corner pocket regardles of rules, and made it where he called it. I broke a twenty and racked again. He called the eight ball in the side pocket and made it in the pocket he called. Third rack was a repeat of the second. Everybody in the place had noticed what was going on and were urging me to quit by then. I told them I still had five left from the twenty and wanted to see another break. He went to the same pocket for the third time and either by bad luck or his design to keep the game going the eight ball made a bee line for the called pocket but stopped less than an inch short.
I did mention early on that this was my home stomping grounds. I ran out and made very sure that he would need a miracle to even touch one of his balls for the rest of the night. I don't remember if he gave up or the bar closed but I only made about fifty or sixty off of him.
Never saw him again and always wondered if he was good or just a one trick pony. Heck of a trick regardless! No idea how he kept making the eight. He did have to hit the one ball first and I gave him an honest rack every time.
I shot the local pool tables for about a decade and although I occasionally played for a little more money it always seemed like the really crazy things happened in the penny ante or beer games.
Hu
