Geece would certainly qualify otherwise, in pool speed, hustle and personality. Since I am inserting some of your quotes already -- as I have had interaction with you -- What's the problem with you saying a little something about Geese?
Make sure you spell his name right: Michael "Geese" (nickname "Geese" is with an "s" and not a "c") Gerace.
Here's a little color, and you can use it, I hope.
Geese grew up in Bladensburg, Maryland, at The Golden Cue. This used to be an action stop for road players. George Pappageorge showed Geese the basics of shooting pool when he was just a youngster, which basically was stroking one, two, three times before release and making contact with the cue-ball.
Some of the regulars who would frequent this pool room at the time were
Strawberry, Bus Driver Ronnie, Tom-Tom Wirth, Korean Lee, Left-Handed Ronnie,Quick Vic, Bobby Hawk, Scotty and Freddie Boggs, and Cigar Tom Hanover. Jack Cooney's old lady was shot in this pool room when she refused to give a robber the stake money. She survied.
How did he get the name "Geese"? One day somebody was writing the names of tournament players on a chart and left out the "a" in his last name "Gerace" and wrote "Geace." The name "Geese" stuck ever since.
Geese's claim to fame in the history books was that he came third at the young age of 19 in a Johnson City tournament which had a very strong player roster. Instead of embarking on the tournament trail with his God-given talent, Geese enjoyed being on the road and traveled all over the country, which was very popular during the late '70s and early '80s in the United States.
Geese was Italian. His father was a self-made man and made the best meatballs and tomato sauce I've ever had in my life, even to this day. He was the youngest of two boys. His mother loved Geese with all her heart and looked out for him always, even in his darkest hour, as a mother would. She did not have an easy life. Geese and his father both did have that Italian temper at times.
He lived in California for a while and hooked up with a side-armed pool player and competed with the best in California during this era: Cole Dixon, Billy Incardona, Larry Liscotti, Little Al, Wade Crane, Richie Florence, and Ronnie Allen. I don't know how Geese picked up his one-handed game, but he could draw his rock one-handed without the cue stick ever touching the table.
Geese was known as a strong one-pocket player. I've had the pleasure of seeing him in action and compete in a few tournaments. He devoted his life to playing pool, and his parents supported him in this endeavor. Yep, Geese was a road agent in every sense of the word.
Whenever he would walk into a pool room, the whole place would light up. His very presence would bring smiles and laughter in the crowd because they knew if Geese was going to play, it was going to be a good time for all. He was a born entertainer and enjoyed a huge following.
During one of his road trips in the South, Louisiana I believe, he was battling it out with a local for some big bucks in a pool room that was held up by some unscrupulous bandits. They made everybody in the pool room strip down naked and robbed the place. Geese was beaten up very badly, so bad that his older brother had to fly down to Louisiana to bring his younger brother back home to stay in a hospital for a spell. Geese never recovered from this beating and was haunted by it and required medical assistance for the rest of his life. He went through shock treatments in an effort to get better, but this experience haunted him. He was diagnosed with schizophrenia.
Geese, who hailed from Maryland, moved to the Tampa, Florida, with his mother after his dad passed away. Having no "friends" in this area, his life consisted of going to the dog track and playing in a couple of local tourneys from time to time. He called Maryland, local pool rooms and a few friends including me, just about every day to keep up with the
happenings. He missed home, which for him was Maryland.
When Geese would beat a guy out of his dust, he would always give the defeated pool player a 10-percent bone of his winnings. His reasoning is: "You never want to leave a pool player busted or broke." That's the kind of guy he was.
When he was diagnosed with cancer, he retreated into a pit of despair. He was only 54 when he passed. He was a heavy smoker, and his cigarette of choice when I knew him was Lucky Strikes without the filters.
I write this post as a tribute to my friend, Geese, a great pool player who devoted his life to playing pool. His contributions to the sport may be miniscule some may say, but he will always be a shining star to all who know him.
Geese in the upper right-hand corner with the blond. :smile: