How do road players do it?

This last weekend I walked into Chester's in Oklahoma City; Chip Compton was playing James Walden and Joey Gray was practicing on the table next to them. And, there were probably 3 or 4 guys a couple of balls under Chip and Joey in the place. I don't know much about other places across the country but I don't think Chester's in Oklahoma City or MaGoos in Tulsa are filled with bangers and the occasional run out player.

Steven

That's why you don't play in places like Chester's or MaGoos. OR avoid those guys...:embarrassed2:
 
Davey Ore called him Sudden Sam. i think his real name was Sam Soda.At least that's how it sounded.

He had short hair and was about 5'11". real nice guy and he shot pretty sporty.

I'll bet this is the guy your thinking of. Especially if he played real good.

That's him. He probably weighed around 98 lbs. We travelled a few times and made some easy bucks. Nobody figured he could play because he was so scrawny.
One trip he was playing a room owner and had him stuck a few sets. Sam was in dead whack and was motoring around the table like a rabbit. He always kept chalk in his pocket and only used that piece on his stick. The room owner picked up on this and asked to use it, too. He told Sam that that was the only reason Sam was winning was because of that piece of chalk in his pocket. He wanted to use the special chalk, too.
Sam told him, 'He!! no! You own a pool room. Use your own chalk!'. And so he did. I watched him walk back and forth to the counter between shots about 50 times. Each time he brought 4 or 5 pieces of chalk with him and spread them around the table. I was so amused I sat there and didn't say a word to Sam. Sam was oblivious.
I waited, but Sam was still flying around the track despite having to move chalk left and right to get to his rail shots. Eventually there was so much chalk on the rails, he slowed down and started to dog balls. After he lost his second set the room owner asked Sam again to use his special chalk. Sam stood up, looked at the table and said, 'Where in the he!! did all this chalk come from??!!'. I think we counted about 100 pieces. After that Sam broke even and quit. :embarrassed2:
 
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This last weekend I walked into Chester's in Oklahoma City; Chip Compton was playing James Walden and Joey Gray was practicing on the table next to them. And, there were probably 3 or 4 guys a couple of balls under Chip and Joey in the place. I don't know much about other places across the country but I don't think Chester's in Oklahoma City or MaGoos in Tulsa are filled with bangers and the occasional run out player.

Steven

Well of course there are the odd place where you can come across a handful of good players but these places are few and far between. I was just saying it's tough to get the right games and make the right money on the road these days.
-Rd.
 
I used to feed him most of his funniest lines. Another time he beat a guy for 3K then spread the money out on the table. "If I ever get robbed," he yelled out, "and they catch the guy who did it, I want you to come down to the police station. You have to identify the money. You know what it looks like...it was yours at one time." Everyone in the place was roaring with laughter. About a week later the guy beat him a set for 500 and laid the money out on the table and gave us our same line back. My friend yelled back, "There's not enough there for a positive identification."


Thats a good one!, very funny!:rotflmao1:


David Harcrow
 
Greenville SC in the 70's

Anybody on here play around Greenville SC during the 70's. There was a guy named Eunice that played in that area at that time that was probably the best player I ever saw. Thunderous break and once he got started he would run racks and racks. (Ask me how I know!) Never knew his last name. The guy that taught me to play was a Phillipino and he would not play Eunice. He told me Eunice ran twelve racks of Nine Ball on him. Eunice drove a lincoln or some other big car like that an wore a big hat. He left an impression on me that lasts until this day. Those were the days!
 
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