Thanks for the memories
about Johnston City. I went there three times, not as a tournament player, more as a punk kid, hustler wannabe. (Damn Alfie. Doncha think you're being a little harsh?)The first time was with Sonny "The Mantee Raider" Springer. I was able to watch the toutnament games but when the guys headed for the back shack area for all night action, I was too young to get in. It was October in Illinois so the nights were less than balmy. Freezing's less than balmy, right? However the pool bug doesn't allow for pain so I watched many one-pocket games, proposition's of every kind and the never ending ring nine-ball games that became Jimmy Moore's torture chamber through the window. he was unstopable so they came up with ten-ball to slow him down. Yeah, right!. Mr. Moore, standing tall in his cowboy boots and slipping his hand all the way to the back of the wrap with each shot re-defined running out. Just about the time my blood was beginning to clot from the cold a very nice, very round man named Wanderone came up and said "They can't keep my buddy out in the cold. You ain't even got no coat. What's the matter with them mooches". I was in. Keep it nice. Alfie
