Buffalo! That is a funny ass story. I remember Howard telling me about sitting in a hotel room, practicing his stroke in a coke bottle for months. He told me once, never play position for the side pocket! Huh? I still don't get it. He gave me a Racketeers jacket right before I got fired (still don't understand that one either).
I was telling my girlfriend yesterday, if I could go back to any particular day in my pool playing career and sweat a match, it would be the day that The Monk (warren constanza) and another road player came through town. Howard and Jim Fish both played the other guy, and Humphrey played Monk. Monk gave Hump a spot, as well as Monk had to play one-handed jacked up playing one-pocket. Humphrey lost and quit after a few games as I recall. That was an awesome day. Fish died soon after.
Buff, do you remember there was this tournament at Racks and the cigarette machine kept jamming. You were so pissed at trying to fix that thing, you got the .357 from behind the bar and... (i seem to recall you shooting that damn thing?)
Those were the days. You've always been the best pool hall guy in the business. Glad you're doing well. Tell my brother Vinnie he's got some Gin action!