It seems to me that from its’ conception, this Hall of Fame for 14.1 has chosen to nominate some not so obvious choices of players. I don’t really know the criteria used to select the nominees nor does it matter that I do know. It just seems odd that a 14.1 Hall of Fame considers certain individuals before more apparent ones.
Aside from that, to be elected to the Hall of Fame in any sport is an honor that is bestowed versus earned. Certainly Gene Nagy does not have a long list of championships in his history. Nor was he nationally known as a great ambassador for the sport and unless you were from the New York or the Metropolitan area, you may not have ever even heard of him before now.
But, according to some pretty accomplished players, Gene Nagy probably knew more about dissecting a rack and creating patterns better than anyone alive. He may have run 100 balls more times than anyone who lived during his lifetime.
Gary Nolan and Nick Mannino had both iterated, to me, how he was so extremely talented at pool (and music, I believe) in his youth. Maybe even more so than anyone they had known. Though both expressed how Gene was different, perhaps a recluse or even a bit eccentric and definately no angel.
I would like to think that Gene may have shared some of the same thoughts and feelings I had when I fell in love with this game as a teenager. It would be during those quiet times and I would be bashing the balls around the table, alone, in a pretend game for the World Championship. In pocketing one ball after another, I could hear the ooo’s and ahhh’s from the crowd. Then, I would shut down my opponent’s chances to overcome his deficit to the pleasure of the on looking gallery of fans. Hence, to the deafening sound of applause, my hand would be raised in victory as the greatest, the best, the Champion.
Dreams we all may have shared as youngsters (or oldsters) in learning this magnificent sport.
So, no matter how severe the mistakes of our choices, regardless of how humble we may be, to have such an honor bestowed is just that, an honor of which to enjoy and to be proud of, a sign of the accomplishments we all dreamed of achieving as little boys.
If there is an actual banquet or a physical award’s presentation, I would hope that Fran Crimi would be the one accepting the accolades for Gene. It's a great honor.