JAM...It was Abso-freakin-lutely October, 1975. I had just graduated college a few months earlier, and started going "on the road". It was also when I had my "lucky" encounter with Keith (not so lucky for the other DOZENS of guys he plucked)! :grin:
Scott Lee
www.poolknowledge.com
LOL! I know what you mean, Scott. :grin-square:
Actually, Keith is quite fortunate to have his name praised in such high regards. I cannot tell you how much joy it brings to those on the regional tour or local tourneys when they beat Keith in a race to 5 or a race to 7. When they sink that money ball, it's as if they won "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire." They drop to their knees and look up at the sky to their higher power for giving them the strength to defeat the almighty Keith McCready, even though it's a 50-something-year-old Keith McCready. It's actually kind of a compliment in a way. :wink:
When Keith was on the road, many years after your encounter, people would watch him play for days and days while he would be staying up a few nights with no sleep but in dead-punch stroke. These great grinders would be waiting in the wings to *then* get in action with him, hoping he'd be a little weak by that point. I mean, why play a man when he's wide awake and in dead-punch stroke? Better to rob him when he's running out of gas. That's how you're supposed to hustle, I think. Of course, when Keith lost, it gave them bragging rights forever more that, once again, they, in fact, did defeat the almighty Keith McCready. :yeah:
In Keith's memoirs, there are few happenings exactly like this. One happend on a golf course where one of today's pool super stars did exactly just that. It's Keith's fault, though, for allowing himself to get to run down with no sleep and/or in most cases get totally inebriated. In that state, one feels no pain and thinks they can give the world *once again* the 8. Well, you can't do that when you've had no sleep and you're drunk.
This was my biggest beef about attending pool tournaments for seven years straight. I remember my first trip to the DCC when it was at the Executive West in Louisville, I never got any sleep. We were either in tournament matches or gambling, all night long. I could hardly keep up with Keith, and I hated every minute of it, wondering why I would leave my beloved dog and comfortable home to walk the halls of a hotel like a mountain goat, up and down, back and forth, non-stop, following Keith the Pied Piper. I now realize things *must* be done in moderation on the tournament trail, but there's no stopping Keith when his nostrils are wide open. :sorry:
I guess the door swings both ways. The last time Keith played Shane Van Boening, Ronnie Alcano, Ralf Souquet, Hall of Famer Francisco Bustamante, Mika Immonen, Niels Feijen, and Alex Pagulayan, he beat them in a tournament match. Lucky encounters? Hmm, I'm not sure I'm willing to cede that assumption, but then again, I guess I'm a little biased.

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