One brief story about Jimmy, and I have MANY! We're on the road in California and Jimmy is beating everyone and I'm steering him. If I see a top player like Frisco Jack or Richie I warn Jimmy off.
So we go into one joint that's full of soft action and who do I see on the front table but New York Blackie, who was a top 9-Ball player at that time (late 60's). I tell Jimmy he can play anyone in the place except that guy on the first table practicing. Then I go into the restroom for some much needed relief since we had just driven a couple of hundred miles.
I come out in about five minutes and what do I see, but Jimmy on the table with Blackie. And they're already gambling. Jimmy is playing the best player in the house first. A cardinal sin for a pool player. I find out they are playing $20 9-Ball right out of the gate, a pretty good starting bet. I don't like it one bit, because I'm in for half and I know how good Blackie plays.
A couple of hours later when Blackie is stuck over 200, he is asking everyone "Who is this kid"? They finally end up playing a Race to Eleven for the 200 and Jimmy demolishs him. I walk out of there shaking my head, not sure whether to be proud of Jimmy or pissed at him. But that's Jimmy. He always wanted to play the best player in sight.