Jimmey Caras story

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This happened in the early 60's maybe late 50's and was told to me. I was not there. There was a candy store/news paper store in Belmar NJ with some pool tables in the back. The best player in the room was G.B. (just initials to protect his identity) and one day the salesman for Blatt billiards payed a visit and one thing led to another with G.B. saying "you are just an old man and probably can't play" So they matched up and G. B. got crushed.As you have probably figured out by now the salesman was Jimmy Caras. So the moral to this story is be careful who you woof at. The little old guy with glasses might just clean your clock.
 
lol, that's a very good moral. I had a similar experience, I didn't vocalize it like the G.B. did but I certainly thought it. My clock has been cleaned many, many, many since by this guy. I don't mind though, I take a kind of massochistic pleasure in getting beat by him.

I'll get him one day.
 
many many years .....early 90's maybe....ago I wanted to take a few lessons to learn 14.1. I was told to talk to Mr Caras down at Drexeline billiards. He was a real good teacher and realized I was a banger who loved 9ball, but had a new found respect for straight pool and wanted to learn. Most of the lesson info has faded away, but a few things I remember......never go into the back of the stack without a good insurance ball.....never miss a low % shot to extend a run, the win is worth more.... the last one he stressed because he won the 14.1 title one year by losing the 1st round, then winning like 11 matches from the losers side and NEVER running more then 60 some balls! Back then the field iincluded Mosconi, Lassiter, Balsis, Crane, Cranfield.....etc quite the win :)

Also at that same time Corey was working with Mr Caras......we all were like who is this little skinny kid that never misses? :embarrassed2:

G.
 
measureman said:
... As you have probably figured out by now the salesman was Jimmy Caras. So the moral to this story is be careful who you woof at. The little old guy with glasses might just clean your clock.
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This reminds me of the first big tournament I went to, the 1969 US Open in Las Vegas. I got there the night before the tournament and on one of the practice tables was a rumpled old guy in a rumpled old suit. He never got position, and he had a goof-ball left-handed bridge. I was irritated that a stumble bum was taking up a table rather than let one of the real players practice. I felt like challenging him to a game. Of course that was Luther Lassiter, and he won that tournament.
 
Bob Jewett said:
This reminds me of the first big tournament I went to, the 1969 US Open in Las Vegas. I got there the night before the tournament and on one of the practice tables was a rumpled old guy in a rumpled old suit. He never got position, and he had a goof-ball left-handed bridge. I was irritated that a stumble bum was taking up a table rather than let one of the real players practice. I felt like challenging him to a game. Of course that was Luther Lassiter, and he won that tournament.
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I think you topped my story.thanks a lot .LOL :grin-square:
 
JIMMY CARAS, The man had a monster stroke. First met him in 1964 and

I am still impressed with what I saw. May he RIP.
 
About 25 years ago I found a book at the Central Branch Wilmington Deleware Library called "The Biography of Jimmy Caras".

I wonder if it is still there?
 
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