Keith McCready got money from his dad to play money games against his dad. Unethical?
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To revisit the court case in Washington state....The judgement was, the two involved in the match were participating in a contest of skill. The two partners betting on the side were gambling . So the first was to be paid and the second dismissed.
Like I said, "it's a pool tournament ". Is there a state in the union that considers a pool tournament gambling?
Money players and recreation players is a more accurate label. The money is just a way to keep score, is my position as a money player. Do recreational players even keep score?
While I am a money player, I still have friends that are strictly recreation players. I can respect their religious position. It's the ones that tell me, "they don't gamble" and an hour later play my wife for money.
I can't help but say to them, "oh I see! You don't gamble but you will steal. "Should be the money is just a way to make score.
Ooops a flashback to the night I overheard a person belittling a non gambling friend with, "he shoots good but won't gamble." He complained to his date With a sneer! Of course I had to step in with, "I like to gamble". I had him in the proverbial trap. He had set out to impress his date and got his dick in the dirt...3 straight was all he could take.
The funny part is my non gambling friend shot every bit as good as me. I guess he thought money would make my friend nervous? Money only excites me. 
Biloxi Boy
Man With A Golden Arm
My parents never "forced" me to gamble. They neither encouraged or discouraged it, directly. but my mother, a very devout Catholic school girl, never tired of telling how, at the height of the Great Depression, while playing the slot machines in the corner store with her mother's change, she hit the "Big Jackpot" and became the big hero of both her family and neighborhood. New Orleans, like Biloxi, had very permissive attitudes when it came to children and gambling. From Bingo, everywhere, to poker and bourré at the annual Union picnic and Saturday nights, to the birdcage crap games at the church bazaars, and back, we gambled together as a family both with and against one another. Often, but not always, my parents funded my forays through loans.
I was also taught to gamble wisely -- to pick my spots and manage my money. The couple of times I got cleaned out, well that was just part of it. I received little sympathy when Joe Namath and his Jets beat Unitas and his unbeatable Colts in that Superbowl (and all of my paper route money from the summer and fall sat sitting in the bookie's till) but the overriding sentiment was that this was a good time for me to learn and retain the lessons about the true nature of can't miss bets -- tough, but necessary, studying, for a twelve year old, but, believe me, I got it.
I would tell you what my parents both knew -- gambling would teach me important lessons about wagering but also essential knowledge which would extend far into every aspect of my life as a Biloxi Boy -- lessons that not only did I need to learn but had to learn, if I was going to remain in the world I was in. Good thing, too, because I never left.
I was also taught to gamble wisely -- to pick my spots and manage my money. The couple of times I got cleaned out, well that was just part of it. I received little sympathy when Joe Namath and his Jets beat Unitas and his unbeatable Colts in that Superbowl (and all of my paper route money from the summer and fall sat sitting in the bookie's till) but the overriding sentiment was that this was a good time for me to learn and retain the lessons about the true nature of can't miss bets -- tough, but necessary, studying, for a twelve year old, but, believe me, I got it.
I would tell you what my parents both knew -- gambling would teach me important lessons about wagering but also essential knowledge which would extend far into every aspect of my life as a Biloxi Boy -- lessons that not only did I need to learn but had to learn, if I was going to remain in the world I was in. Good thing, too, because I never left.
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Twin sons of separate mothers my friend.
Most successful gamblers I know are extremely smart people capable of reading the room and have the lock way b4 the first coin is wagered. Take as much of the element of chance as possible out of the equation beforehand.
The only gambling lesson I ever needed, was the only one my Dad ever gave. He said "scared money never bets. If you're afraid to, or can't afford to lose it, best just keep it in your pocket."
Message received.
RIP Pops.
Tell me about it....Jim Kelly and his 4 in a row SB appearances ended my NFL gambling career! That's when I figured out the game was fixed
and I won't put another dime on it. 
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I don't appreciate your long convoluted response and demand an explanation!
Love that pic. I first saw Keith play when he was 15 or 16. He was already playing with the big boys at the Billiard Palace in Bellflower, CA. I'm talking Ronnie, Richie, Eddie Burton, Jimmy Reid, Grady, Bob Ogburn, Jimmy Marino and even the owner Vern Peterson, the California Straight Pool champion. I never heard him complain about his father or anything else. He just wanted to play, play, play and play some more. And he just kept getting better. By age 18, he may have been the best 9-Ball player on the planet! That's all. Only Richie could beat him (sometimes) and they didn't play anymore. Most people don't know that Keith spotted Efren the eight ball when he first arrived in the USA (he thought he was Mexican) and beat him at the Orange County Sports Arena.
I guess I've known Keith forever and we've been down a lot of roads together. He's always lived life to the fullest and taken it one day at a time. Never one to look back or worry too much about the future. Give him a cue, a beer and an opponent and he was happy!
P.S. I only wanted to add one interesting factoid to the above. Bobby Wallace and I were born on the same day, July 19, 1944. We were exactly the same age and we both played an important role in Keith's life, Bobby much more than me. Bob Wallace was a helluva man in my book!
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We were all the kid at one time! Maybe not as talented!
Biden pardoned his son. What’s the difference?
That's one of the best I've heard in a long long time!!! Solid. Mad respect to your Pops!!The only gambling lesson I ever needed, was the only one my Dad ever gave. He said "scared money never bets. If you're afraid to, or can't afford to lose it, best just keep it in your pocket."
Message received.
RIP Pops.
Here was another one of my Dads more "affable" colloquialisms. I asked him ONCE, when I would begin to progress as a pool player. His response?That's one of the best I've heard in a long long time!!! Solid. Mad respect to your Pops!!
"When you get tired of racking."
Again, message received.