I wanna hire a lawyer who's not bright enough to pull up BEFORE he's down 20 GRRRRR playing 5 hundo a game.![]()
Depends on what ya need him for. He's obviously dead set on winning so that might not be a bad thing.
I wanna hire a lawyer who's not bright enough to pull up BEFORE he's down 20 GRRRRR playing 5 hundo a game.![]()
Seems to me in retrospect that this material would be an excellent thing for CJ Wiley to have Earl describe in colorful detail during an on-camera interview (for inclusion in CJ's upcoming documentary on Earl's life and pool world accomplishments).
For a documentarian it would definitely benefit any pool biography as a very explicit and dramatic metaphor for life on the road. Young gun-slinger comes to town early in his straight-shooting career -- the locals clearly no match for his unearthly talents.
Arnaldo
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Can't personally say what event (or cumulative events) in his life turned him away from gambling (for along period anyway), but I once spoke to Earl about a variety of pool-related subjects for about 45 minutes at the 1992 L.A. 9-ball Open held in Burbank and featuring most of the top players. Earl would get red in the face with anger as he railed against the evils of any players gambling on pool. People nearby seemed alternately startled, then amused at his intensity on the subject. He kept going on about how gambling had ruined professional pool.
An hour later, I sat behind him during his match there against a very straight-shooting and relaxed CJ Wiley, and whenever seated, Earl kept turning back to the crowd saying things like "Most of you have bet a lot of money that Wiley's gonna beat me. Get ready for a big surprise."
There was an enormous guy (pro bodybuilder or fullback-sized guy) seated two rows in back of Earl's player chair, and every time Earl missed, the big guy would cheer and clap so loud it really rattled Earl. The guy would give him a leering grin of pleasure and keep clapping as Earl returned to his chair.
Earl got the guy moved, (or removed) by security and told the crowd that the guy's hands were "like two big shovels banging together."
I think Earl was absolutely right to complain about the guy.
In later years however, it did become obvious that Earl, at every tournament he entered had increasingly become (and remains) equally as knowingly disruptive (to most of his opponents) in his peculiar and inimitable fashion.
Arnaldo
Seems to me in retrospect that this material would be an excellent thing for CJ Wiley to have Earl describe in colorful detail during an on-camera interview (for inclusion in CJ's upcoming documentary on Earl's life and pool world accomplishments).
For a documentarian it would definitely benefit any pool biography as a very explicit and dramatic metaphor for life on the road. Young gun-slinger comes to town early in his straight-shooting career -- the locals clearly no match for his unearthly talents.
Arnaldo