Jay Helfert wrote:
> Here we go again.
> [...]
> 3. Crane and Caras
As a kid, I had the pleasure to meet Jimmy Caras. While touring Scandinavia, he stopped by our pool-hall to play an exhibition 14.1 match, and to give us prodigy kids instructions.
However, what I remember most wasn't his teaching, but later that night, while playing our top guy, I was stunned by how this old fart could be so "lucky" -- every shot he made was easy, short and straight in. While the shots that our guy had to endure were all difficult -- long, cut-shots, etc. Needless to say, boring & old Jimmy Caras beat our flashy homie -- big time.
So this was the first time I realized that I was living like in a fishbowl -- seeing our local guy, my idol, getting smacked senseless by some old dude from the shallow continent.
Well, little did I know that I would later pick up this silly game again, and worse yet, that would be in California. My life is just an ongoing irony.
-- peer
> Here we go again.
> [...]
> 3. Crane and Caras
As a kid, I had the pleasure to meet Jimmy Caras. While touring Scandinavia, he stopped by our pool-hall to play an exhibition 14.1 match, and to give us prodigy kids instructions.
However, what I remember most wasn't his teaching, but later that night, while playing our top guy, I was stunned by how this old fart could be so "lucky" -- every shot he made was easy, short and straight in. While the shots that our guy had to endure were all difficult -- long, cut-shots, etc. Needless to say, boring & old Jimmy Caras beat our flashy homie -- big time.
So this was the first time I realized that I was living like in a fishbowl -- seeing our local guy, my idol, getting smacked senseless by some old dude from the shallow continent.
Well, little did I know that I would later pick up this silly game again, and worse yet, that would be in California. My life is just an ongoing irony.
-- peer
