Back in the earky 80's, I started scuffling around Houston when I met my future road partner, Bob Vansin.
Bob was from Pittsburg and grew up in Jimmy's poolroom. All I heard from him in the early years was "Jimmy beat this guy,.....Jimmy beat that guy."
Bob told me Jimmy had pretty much retired from tournament play to run his room but if a road player came in, Jimmy would clean'em out. He made it sound like Jimmy never missed a ball and to say the least, I was more than a little skeptical since I had never met him or seen him play.
I believe it was in 83 or 84, Jimmy showed up at the Red's tourney in Houston. The night before the tourney started, Bob introduced me and I was immediately impressed with the man's quiet demeanor.
Someone started barking about a fifty dollar10 ball ring game and before long, Marino, Segal, Diliberto, Flyboy, Davenport and one other guy I didn't recognize were in the game.
Jimmy was standing near the rail talking to us pulling his cue out of his case when they started flipping coins to establish the player order. Jimmy took off his glasses and went to the table to flip his coin. Bob smiled and said to me "You're gonig to like this.". I didn't have a clue what he was talking about.
Jimmy walked up to the table and flipped his coin. Then, he bent forward and almost put his nose on the table to see what he had flipped. Bob started laughing and whispered, "Jimmy has like 20/800 vision. He is legally blind and plays without his glasses!"
My jaw dropped and I thought "Someone's got to be kidding me!"
Diliberto was first. He broke and ran the first rack. He broke dry the second and it was Flyboy's turn. Flyboy missed the four ball and it was Jimmy's turn.
Jimmy was left with a 90 degree back cut from 8 feet away. He made it and ran the cue ball 4 rails to get on the 5 to get out.
He, then, proceeded to run 5 more racks. After the third rack, they jacked the bet to a C note.
Some loudmouth bonehead started hassling the players, especially Jimmy, for a side bet at that point. Jimmy unscrewed and didn't even break the next rack.
At dinner later, I asked Jimmy if I could see his glasses. He handed them to me. Bob was right, they were thick as submarine portholes.
Jimmy said he didn't feel tournament tough as it had been years since he had played in a major tourney. He ended up placing 5-6th in the main event.
Could the man play world class?
That night turned me into a believer!
Stones