We have crucified this guy. Then I remember when I faded from the pool scene in the late eighties and early nineties the road players were keeping books on who they played and swapping this information with other road players. My anonymity was fading fast.
It is obvious from this thread that AZB isn't the place to look for information but I had a handful of road players admit that I was in a book that they shared with other road players.
Why shouldn't local players have the same information about road players that they have about us?
It worked well for me. Road players that I was used to having to play on their turf were now beating a path to my door. Few escaped with their shirts when I had home room advantage.
The crappier the room the bigger home room advantage is.
In days long gone by, a player would arrive at the infamous Sport Palace seeking action. He would usually arrive at night and a new face always instilled a sense of excitement in the pool room. The mystery of who the player was, how well he plays, and who he would be playing is lost now to cell phones, Internet forums and other technology. Unfortunately, it is all our loss but mostly the loss of this current generation because they will never know the excitement of an unknown player coming to town. These days that excitement of mystery is short-lived and we are all the less for it.
Great post Joey, it is the situation that is sad. Perhaps the most exciting thing about my little few day or few week trips was opening the door of a place I had never been in and would probably never be in again. I didn't know anybody and they didn't know me.
It was more a question of who would bet than how good they were. Odds of running into a high B player or above were small and if I did there was gas in my tank and another place to play down the road.
I read and reread a book about Titanic Thompson. It took awhile to realize there would never be another Titanic Thompson. There might be another with his skills and mindset, there will never be the people to make casual bets with a stranger for big money, not on a routine basis anyway. Ti was pretty much toast after he got his picture in all the big papers coast to coast during a high profile murder trial. Most of the people sitting around in a pool or billiard hall saw his picture, same for those sitting in a golf clubhouse. He wasn't a stranger anywhere anymore. People that would get in the grease with a stranger were still around, those that would get in the grease with Ti were far fewer.
It took him just a day or three to win a new Chrysler when he came to the city they were built in, from one of the family that owned Chrysler. Not possible to imagine the same thing happening today. Cards were a big part of his action and his final downfall. Hard to mark modern cards and after raking together all he could beg borrow or steal, his partner chickened out on him thinking he couldn't possibly see the tiny marks in dim light. Ti hoped to come away from that table with several hundred thousand since he had mostly big money sitting at the table with him. Instead he won a little and walked away from the table with peanuts and in debt for much of the money he had spent laying out his spread.
Your UJ Puckett story remains one of the greatest pool stories I have ever read by the way.
The storm is just getting to us as I write this, keep your head low! Francine ain't a lady.
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