Jackie the Pot

deanoc

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From Philly

Back in the early 60s a little friend of mine and I were
hanging around the pool hustling scene in Dallas

One night we had been making bar after bar where hoodlums and gangsters
were flashing easy money,Jack Ruby had a place in Dallas with strippers and
mafioso types so one night we circulated in the crowd with Benny the Goose,RD Matthews,George McGann,Creeper and a bunch of other underworld characters.
Fibber,Vernon,Tony the Boxer,Slick Willy Blade,Red the Barber and a few dozen others of lesser note,ttopicante and a few big shots

On this night the boys went out after hours to shoot pool,Jack was only about 16,
I was 18 or so
when the guys went to the Cotton Bowling Palace for pool and bowling we jumped in,Jack had more guts than good sense and we started playing with the big boys

well these guys had money and gamble and who could ask for anything more.?

One game led to another until
Jack pot had won more than was politically correct,somewhere in the 6 figures,finally these guys got wise and decided just to take Jacks money by force


Words began to abound as a preamble to the fisticuffs,poor Jackpot was looking 14 years old and about 4 foot tall,when one of the hoods said "Who is the guy?"

and the refrain"yeah,who do ya think ya are anyway bub?"

That's when I piped up"That's Jackie the Pot from Philly"

A quizzical look appeared on every face in the place when our hero Jackpot piped up
"and just who wants to know anyway?"


Free drinks were served to all as back slapping and silly grins graced the faces of the patrons.

Meanwhile no one seemed to notice that little Jackie the Pot and his pal had split the scene with a pocket full of mob money.

the next day when I asked jack for my cue back,he said he forgot all about it in the excitement.
i demanded $20 out of his half of the winnings,I felt like that was only right.
I lectured him about the need for responsibility.He said he was sorry and forked over the extra $20
and promised to do better,it was his first big score.



I said OK, I took the $20 and said don't let it happen again

From then on Jack always played with a borrowed cue,and that my friends is the rest of the story.


I could tell you the part when Jack got caught by Mr Guzick the vice principal at high school down at Steves club with
about $15000 in his pocket,the rest was hidden in his pillow.

Seems the principal was concerned with Jack's attendance at school,when he saw the money he said"you been hustling the high school kids?"

Jack replied"How would I do that,they don't have $30 between them?"
 
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The couldn’t hassle Jack’s buddy about his school record.....
.....’cause he was the Dean
 
Jack the Pot and Dean D’action. Better off pulling a lions tail than messing with them.
 
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easing out of a fight

Easing out of a fight like that made me think of an old friend, Mike S. Mike was 6'-5" and an oilfield roughneck that could and would scuffle and fight but it was about four in the morning and he had worked seven to seven on a land rig, cleaned up a bit and been drinking since then. He had drifted into unknown territory and being obviously drunk and alone the home team was thinking about getting their money back with odds of five or six to one, maybe a little help from a house cue or two. Mike is tired and drunk, he just doesn't feel like a big fight at the moment.

The locals are getting loud and rowdy when all of a sudden Mike jumps up and lets out a hell of a scream with hands and feet flying all over the place while he spins around about three times in the air before a foot touches the floor. Now a bit of that Bruce Lee growl thing while he crouches looking crazy. The guys that were fixing to jump him are looking at him with their mouths hanging about half open. Is this a seriously badassed dude or is he plumb freaking nuts?

After a minute or two it was obvious nobody wanted to be the first to put Mike to the test and the whole gang rush him thing had went away too. Mike ambled over to the bar and talked to the barmaid a few minutes while getting a beer for the road and then strolled out the door! Just as well, while Mike couldn't even spell karate, he was no picnic to tangle with in a barroom brawl. He wasn't much of a pool player at best so these guys must have been really bad. Mike did watch my back many a night when I was shooting pool, I bought his beer and he did alright side betting on me.

The good ol'days when times were rotten! I sure miss them sometimes.

Hu
 
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