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sixpack

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Another thread about gambling got me thinking about something and I thought I'd start another thread.

The point of a lot of posters is to be cautious and paranoid about gambling with strangers.

I understand that point, but you can go too far this way too.

When I played a lot for money and made a significant portion of my income from it, I didn't book many losers because I was paranoid and I looked at it as a job I enjoyed. So I was always trying to 'match up' right and walk away with the cash.

Looking back though, the best memories I have are the times when I stepped up and maybe won, maybe lost, but played my ass off and lost to a great player or beat a great player.

The money I made or lost back then doesn't affect my life at all today, but the time I ducked Efren cheap (he thought I didn't know who he was) because I wanted to find some easy action. Or the times when I was on the road and stayed away from a great player who would have gladly played me some $50 sets, still linger in my memories. I cheated myself of the memories of competing with those guys because I was too paranoid.

Listening to the stories of Jay, Freddy and others on here is great fun, but it's also a reminder that when I had the chance to play Efren some $5 9-ball when it mattered to me, I didn't do it. Reading about their exploits reminds me of the times I hid in the weeds and watched while someone else had the fun of losing $200 to Johnny Archer. What's funny is, at the time, I thought they were the fool.

In my life, I've blown money on everything from expensive dinners and cigars to fine wines and even dumb gadgets that I used once and then stored and moved across the country 5 times before finally throwing them away.

They say that the memory of a great wine will last far longer than the sting of the price tag. The memories created while playing and even losing to someone like Ronnie Allen or Billy Incordonia or Freddy or any of the great players will last far longer than you'll miss the few hundred dollars you lose.

So, if you want to play and the money isn't going to change your life, go for it. Otherwise you might wonder "what if" some day in the distant future when you're working in your office typing on a computer in some internet pool forum bragging about how good you 'used' to be.

~rc
 
sixpack...Rep to you! What a great post. Seems like you and I were cut from the same cloth. The only difference is that I didn't shy away from playing the 'champions'. I actually looked at it as a learning experience. If I lost a set to a champion, but learned one new shot, I would take that new knowledge, and win 2-3 times what I lost to the champion, against some lesser skilled player, somewhere else. Just one example...one time I played Mizerak 10-ahead 8-ball, for a C-note (I gave him the $100 to put in his pocket). He figured I was 'chump change', but it took him three hours to win the match. I learned way more in that three hours, than my $100! Man, that WAS the life. I have to tell you, though...I got burned out hanging around "the crowd" who absolutely HAS to gamble on anything and everything (plus the fact that many of these folks 'live on the edge', where you have to watch your cue, your wallet, and your back). You're right about the 'good memories' though!

Scott Lee
www.poolknowledge.com

sixpack said:
Another thread about gambling got me thinking about something and I thought I'd start another thread.

The point of a lot of posters is to be cautious and paranoid about gambling with strangers.

I understand that point, but you can go too far this way too.

When I played a lot for money and made a significant portion of my income from it, I didn't book many losers because I was paranoid and I looked at it as a job I enjoyed. So I was always trying to 'match up' right and walk away with the cash.

Looking back though, the best memories I have are the times when I stepped up and maybe won, maybe lost, but played my ass off and lost to a great player or beat a great player.

The money I made or lost back then doesn't affect my life at all today, but the time I ducked Efren cheap (he thought I didn't know who he was) because I wanted to find some easy action. Or the times when I was on the road and stayed away from a great player who would have gladly played me some $50 sets, still linger in my memories. I cheated myself of the memories of competing with those guys because I was too paranoid.

Listening to the stories of Jay, Freddy and others on here is great fun, but it's also a reminder that when I had the chance to play Efren some $5 9-ball when it mattered to me, I didn't do it. Reading about their exploits reminds me of the times I hid in the weeds and watched while someone else had the fun of losing $200 to Johnny Archer. What's funny is, at the time, I thought they were the fool.

In my life, I've blown money on everything from expensive dinners and cigars to fine wines and even dumb gadgets that I used once and then stored and moved across the country 5 times before finally throwing them away.

They say that the memory of a great wine will last far longer than the sting of the price tag. The memories created while playing and even losing to someone like Ronnie Allen or Billy Incordonia or Freddy or any of the great players will last far longer than you'll miss the few hundred dollars you lose.

So, if you want to play and the money isn't going to change your life, go for it. Otherwise you might wonder "what if" some day in the distant future when you're working in your office typing on a computer in some internet pool forum bragging about how good you 'used' to be.

~rc
 
Scott Lee said:
sixpack...Rep to you! What a great post. Seems like you and I were cut from the same cloth. The only difference is that I didn't shy away from playing the 'champions'. I actually looked at it as a learning experience. If I lost a set to a champion, but learned one new shot, I would take that new knowledge, and win 2-3 times what I lost to the champion, against some lesser skilled player, somewhere else. Just one example...one time I played Mizerak 10-ahead 8-ball, for a C-note (I gave him the $100 to put in his pocket). He figured I was 'chump change', but it took him three hours to win the match. I learned way more in that three hours, than my $100! Man, that WAS the life. I have to tell you, though...I got burned out hanging around "the crowd" who absolutely HAS to gamble on anything and everything (plus the fact that many of these folks 'live on the edge', where you have to watch your cue, your wallet, and your back). You're right about the 'good memories' though!

Scott Lee
www.poolknowledge.com

Yeah, that's the truth. One time I was playing Parica and he played a shot and took the automatic 3/4-rail position instead of trying to hold the CB. I was so surprised by what he did and so amazed at how well it turned out, I practiced it for hours until I learned all the 'automatic' 3-rail position paths. Man has that ever helped my game. I can't count how many times that helped me win a set and sometimes intimidate an opponent.

Can't help but wonder what I might have learned if I'd played Efren too.

The other problem was that I tried to play guys like that in tournaments instead of 1 on 1...Totally different experience.

~rc
 
sixpack said:
Nobody else?

Hi guys,

I don't have any great stories of playing any great players...sorry. I just wanted to say that I was like you when it comes down to great memories whether money was won or lost.

I matched up horribly from when I first picked up the cue - I loved to gamble - which didn't help - but more or less I just loved to play. And by playing horrible matches it only inspired/pushed me to become better. I learned A LOT about the game from watching other people play (even if they beat me) and I have a great satisfaction of knowing my game became what it is today by the memories imbedded in my head by just playing - even if it meant having to gamble in good or bad match-up.

The easy wins are in my memory, but it is the tough games/sessions I always like to talk about - it is where I learned to most about the game on or off the table - and really made to blood flow. Nothing can beat that feeling.

Your post made me smile and shake my head and think how so "very true." Great insight to (probably a great) pool player's mind.

Phoebe
 
sixpack said:
Another thread about gambling got me thinking about something and I thought I'd start another thread.

The point of a lot of posters is to be cautious and paranoid about gambling with strangers.

I understand that point, but you can go too far this way too.

When I played a lot for money and made a significant portion of my income from it, I didn't book many losers because I was paranoid and I looked at it as a job I enjoyed. So I was always trying to 'match up' right and walk away with the cash.

Looking back though, the best memories I have are the times when I stepped up and maybe won, maybe lost, but played my ass off and lost to a great player or beat a great player.

The money I made or lost back then doesn't affect my life at all today, but the time I ducked Efren cheap (he thought I didn't know who he was) because I wanted to find some easy action. Or the times when I was on the road and stayed away from a great player who would have gladly played me some $50 sets, still linger in my memories. I cheated myself of the memories of competing with those guys because I was too paranoid.

Listening to the stories of Jay, Freddy and others on here is great fun, but it's also a reminder that when I had the chance to play Efren some $5 9-ball when it mattered to me, I didn't do it. Reading about their exploits reminds me of the times I hid in the weeds and watched while someone else had the fun of losing $200 to Johnny Archer. What's funny is, at the time, I thought they were the fool.

In my life, I've blown money on everything from expensive dinners and cigars to fine wines and even dumb gadgets that I used once and then stored and moved across the country 5 times before finally throwing them away.

They say that the memory of a great wine will last far longer than the sting of the price tag. The memories created while playing and even losing to someone like Ronnie Allen or Billy Incordonia or Freddy or any of the great players will last far longer than you'll miss the few hundred dollars you lose.

So, if you want to play and the money isn't going to change your life, go for it. Otherwise you might wonder "what if" some day in the distant future when you're working in your office typing on a computer in some internet pool forum bragging about how good you 'used' to be.

~rc

One word for this post....BRAVO

btw, anyone wanna buy this carbon fiber meat peeler I just paid $200 for?....
 
Unfortunatly I only get to live that aspect of pool out vicariously...

I never set foot into a pool room until after I was married and had a kid...I got in "over my head" a couple times on a golf course (before pool) but managed to come away at worst break even...

It was not until I sort of got out of golf that I found pool to replace the competition...

But I never got the opportunity to just grab my cue and a a bag of clothes and just hit the road other than to a tournament and then back home....kind of a budgeted trip...

Due to the family...I never could just fire my bankroll at a game...I always had that family responsibiltiy tugging at me and I knew that if I did it would be on scared money.....

It wasn't that I did not have the "man up" ability to play someone...I actually wanted too...I just did not have the "man up" ability to put myself in a postition where if I lost, I was going to have to go home and explain to my Wife & Kid why we did not have money for Rent / Food / Clothes...

I guess you could say I kind of envy those guys that got to spend 14+ hours a day in a pool room and then grab cue and go on the road for weeks at a time whenever they wanted...and I wonder how much better I could have been had I picked up a cue instead of a golf club...

Now...would I trade my wife and kids for that opportunity to go on the road and "man up" as you say....HECK NO!!!!

But I sure do enjoy the stories of others that had the opportunity...;)
 
sixpack said:
Another thread about gambling got me thinking about something and I thought I'd start another thread.

The point of a lot of posters is to be cautious and paranoid about gambling with strangers.

I understand that point, but you can go too far this way too.

When I played a lot for money and made a significant portion of my income from it, I didn't book many losers because I was paranoid and I looked at it as a job I enjoyed. So I was always trying to 'match up' right and walk away with the cash.

Looking back though, the best memories I have are the times when I stepped up and maybe won, maybe lost, but played my ass off and lost to a great player or beat a great player.

The money I made or lost back then doesn't affect my life at all today, but the time I ducked Efren cheap (he thought I didn't know who he was) because I wanted to find some easy action. Or the times when I was on the road and stayed away from a great player who would have gladly played me some $50 sets, still linger in my memories. I cheated myself of the memories of competing with those guys because I was too paranoid.

Listening to the stories of Jay, Freddy and others on here is great fun, but it's also a reminder that when I had the chance to play Efren some $5 9-ball when it mattered to me, I didn't do it. Reading about their exploits reminds me of the times I hid in the weeds and watched while someone else had the fun of losing $200 to Johnny Archer. What's funny is, at the time, I thought they were the fool.

In my life, I've blown money on everything from expensive dinners and cigars to fine wines and even dumb gadgets that I used once and then stored and moved across the country 5 times before finally throwing them away.

They say that the memory of a great wine will last far longer than the sting of the price tag. The memories created while playing and even losing to someone like Ronnie Allen or Billy Incordonia or Freddy or any of the great players will last far longer than you'll miss the few hundred dollars you lose.

So, if you want to play and the money isn't going to change your life, go for it. Otherwise you might wonder "what if" some day in the distant future when you're working in your office typing on a computer in some internet pool forum bragging about how good you 'used' to be.

~rc

You are speaking from the voice of experience. AZers heed this man, well.

Sending REP your way. You have hit the nail on the head. I can only add to what you have said by saying, if you have the chance to play in a big tournament, even if you don't have a chance to come in the money, PLAY IN IT. The memories are priceless and the stories you will be able to tell will stay with you the rest of your life.

Hat's off to you sixpack.

JoeyA

P.S. Sorry
 
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sixpack said:
Yeah, that's the truth. One time I was playing Parica and he played a shot and took the automatic 3/4-rail position instead of trying to hold the CB. I was so surprised by what he did and so amazed at how well it turned out, I practiced it for hours until I learned all the 'automatic' 3-rail position paths. Man has that ever helped my game. I can't count how many times that helped me win a set and sometimes intimidate an opponent.

Can't help but wonder what I might have learned if I'd played Efren too.

The other problem was that I tried to play guys like that in tournaments instead of 1 on 1...Totally different experience.

~rc

Can you show the shot using www.cuetable.com?
Thanks,
JoeyA
 
I've been tellling everybody this for quite awhile. You can come to Crystal River, Florda and get played! I don't care who you are. You won't win too much money, unless you can really lay it down, but that's the way it is. Don't go out of your way to get here........because you won't get rich. But if you're coming from the North tonCapone's or Hammerheads on HWY 19....we're on the way. We can warm you up! LOL

Give me a couple days notice and we can play any game. 9-Foot Brunswicks.
 
sixpack said:
Another thread about gambling got me thinking about something and I thought I'd start another thread.

The point of a lot of posters is to be cautious and paranoid about gambling with strangers.

I understand that point, but you can go too far this way too.

When I played a lot for money and made a significant portion of my income from it, I didn't book many losers because I was paranoid and I looked at it as a job I enjoyed. So I was always trying to 'match up' right and walk away with the cash.

Looking back though, the best memories I have are the times when I stepped up and maybe won, maybe lost, but played my ass off and lost to a great player or beat a great player.

The money I made or lost back then doesn't affect my life at all today, but the time I ducked Efren cheap (he thought I didn't know who he was) because I wanted to find some easy action. Or the times when I was on the road and stayed away from a great player who would have gladly played me some $50 sets, still linger in my memories. I cheated myself of the memories of competing with those guys because I was too paranoid.

Listening to the stories of Jay, Freddy and others on here is great fun, but it's also a reminder that when I had the chance to play Efren some $5 9-ball when it mattered to me, I didn't do it. Reading about their exploits reminds me of the times I hid in the weeds and watched while someone else had the fun of losing $200 to Johnny Archer. What's funny is, at the time, I thought they were the fool.

In my life, I've blown money on everything from expensive dinners and cigars to fine wines and even dumb gadgets that I used once and then stored and moved across the country 5 times before finally throwing them away.

They say that the memory of a great wine will last far longer than the sting of the price tag. The memories created while playing and even losing to someone like Ronnie Allen or Billy Incordonia or Freddy or any of the great players will last far longer than you'll miss the few hundred dollars you lose.

So, if you want to play and the money isn't going to change your life, go for it. Otherwise you might wonder "what if" some day in the distant future when you're working in your office typing on a computer in some internet pool forum bragging about how good you 'used' to be.

~rc

Pretty good analysis here sixpack. For the most part I was like you ducking the top players, especially if I knew them. Funny thing is, I always remember the guys who beat me. They kind of stick in your mind. Billy Johnson (aka Wade Crane), Larry Lisciotti, Keith, Swanee, Little Al, Ronnie, Richie, Bob Osborne, Hawaiian Brian, Jimmy Reid, Jack Cooney, Cecil, Danny, Buddy, Earl, Jeff Carter, Grady, Parica, Jersey Red, Petey Margo, Ervolino, NY Blackie and a few other champions. I even played Mosconi in an exhibition and Lassiter in one of his last tournaments. I forgot Richie "From The Bronx" Ambrose.

I did tangle with a few good players and I gave it my all whether it be a tournament match or gambling. And sometimes I surprised them and myself. Jimmy Fusco, Jim Rempe, Ernesto, Dan Louie, Willie Munson, Cannonball, Jimmy Reid, Waterdog, Cole, Keith and Lou Butera were a few who got to shake my hand after I got the best of them (well one time anyway :) ). I even won tournament matches against Freddie and Mike Lebron, when they were both in their prime.

I wanted to be a great player when I was young, but I soon found out where I stood in the pool pecking order. Good, but not great. I could see that guys like Ed Kelly, Jersey Red, Richie and Ronnie had bigger strokes and more game than me. I accepted my fate and stayed in the high minor leagues for many years, leaving the big leaguers alone for the most part.

Some of the games I remember best is when I went into a town and played a stranger and battled him for hours. And then I found out later that he was a top player who I held my own against. I played the Monk (Warren Costanzo) to a draw, and held my own against Scotty Townsend in a bar in Iowa for hours. I made Benny Conway work overtime to beat me for a few dollars playing bar table Eight Ball, his specialty. The first time I met a young Louie Roberts, I hustled him into a One Pocket game and broke him. The next day he convinced me to take the 8 ball, and won all his money back. Youngblood and I played a marathon bank session the first time I ran into him. I outgunned the great hustlers Popcorn and Cuban Joe after they both tried to hustle me. And "Frisco" Dave Piona and I bonded over an all day $5 9-Ball game in the Haight-Asbury days.

Even Scott Lee's mentor Jack White said "no more" after he thought he trapped me into playing him for $50. I didn't know him from Adam, but I wanted to win the money and I did. He then offered to take me around to a few colleges with him. I went to one, but it was a "hard" hustle that I didn't care for. I wanted to go in and announce myself and play the best player right away. Maybe not the smartest angle, but I always got games, and usually if I didn't know the guy I could beat him.

Luckily for me I never ran into Joey back then. I'm sure I would have been sleeping in the street if I did. :)
 
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OP is obviously Efren (or some big name player) trying to stir up some action with the rail bashers...


JK, nice post, more people should get up there.
 
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dirtybobjr said:
I've been tellling everybody this for quite awhile. You can come to Crystal River, Florda and get played! I don't care who you are. You won't win too much money, unless you can really lay it down, but that's the way it is. Don't go out of your way to get here........because you won't get rich. But if you're coming from the North tonCapone's or Hammerheads on HWY 19....we're on the way. We can warm you up! LOL

Give me a couple days notice and we can play any game. 9-Foot Brunswicks.

A couple of days notice, you don't say? Are you related to that Hann fellow?
JoeyA
 
jay helfert said:
Pretty good analysis here sixpack. For the most part I was like you ducking the top players, especially if I knew them. Funny thing is, I always remember the guys who beat me. They kind of stick in your mind. Billy Johnson (aka Wade Crane), Larry Lisciotti, Keith, Swanee, Little Al, Ronnie, Bob Osborne, Hawaiian Brian, Jimmy Reid, Jack Cooney, Cecil, Danny, Buddy, Earl, Jeff Carter, Grady, Parica, Jersey Red, Petey Margo, Ervolino, NY Blackie and a few other champions. I even played Mosconi in an exhibition and Lassiter in one of his last tournaments.

I did tangle with a few good players and I gave it my all whether it be a tournament match or gambling. And sometimes I surprised them and myself. Jimmy Fusco, Jim Rempe, Ernesto, Dan Louie, Willie Munson, Cannonball, Jimmy Reid, Waterdog, Cole, Keith and Lou Butera were a few who got to shake my hand after I got the best of them (well one time anyway :) ). I even won tournament matches against Freddie and Mike Lebron, when they were both in their prime.

I wanted to be a great player when I was young, but I soon found out where I stood in the pool pecking order. Good, but not great. I could see that guys like Ed Kelly, Jersey Red, Richie and Ronnie had bigger strokes and more game than me. I accepted my fate and stayed in the high minor leagues for many years, leaving the big leaguers alone for the most part.

Some of the games I remember best is when I went into a town and played a stranger and battled him for hours. And then I found out later that he was a top player who I held my own against. I played the Monk (Warren Costanzo) to a draw, and held my own against Scotty Townsend in a bar in Iowa for hours. I made Benny Conway work overtime to beat me for a few dollars playing bar table Eight Ball, his specialty. The first time I met a young Louie Roberts, I hustled him into a One Pocket game and broke him. The next day he convinced me to take the 8 ball, and won all his money back. Youngblood and I played a marathon bank session the first time I ran into him. I outgunned the great hustlers Popcorn and Cuban Joe after they both tried to hustle me. And "Frisco" Dave Piona and I bonded over an all day $5 9-Ball game in the Haight-Asbury days.

Even Scott Lee's mentor Jack White said "no more" after he thought he trapped me into playing him for $50. I didn't know him from Adam, but I wanted to win the money and I did. He then offered to take me around to a few colleges with him. I went to one, but it was a "hard" hustle that I didn't care for. I wanted to go in and announce myself and play the best player right away. Maybe not the smartest angle, but I always got games, and usually if I didn't know the guy I could beat him.

Luckily for me I never ran into Joey back then. I'm sure I would have been sleeping in the street if I did. :)

Just remember, in the future, make sure you put me in that first paragraph.

While it was barely enough to pay for the time, YOU DID LOSE. :D :D
JoeyA
 
BRKNRUN said:
Unfortunatly I only get to live that aspect of pool out vicariously...

I never set foot into a pool room until after I was married and had a kid...I got in "over my head" a couple times on a golf course (before pool) but managed to come away at worst break even...

It was not until I sort of got out of golf that I found pool to replace the competition...

But I never got the opportunity to just grab my cue and a a bag of clothes and just hit the road other than to a tournament and then back home....kind of a budgeted trip...

Due to the family...I never could just fire my bankroll at a game...I always had that family responsibiltiy tugging at me and I knew that if I did it would be on scared money.....

It wasn't that I did not have the "man up" ability to play someone...I actually wanted too...I just did not have the "man up" ability to put myself in a postition where if I lost, I was going to have to go home and explain to my Wife & Kid why we did not have money for Rent / Food / Clothes...

I guess you could say I kind of envy those guys that got to spend 14+ hours a day in a pool room and then grab cue and go on the road for weeks at a time whenever they wanted...and I wonder how much better I could have been had I picked up a cue instead of a golf club...

Now...would I trade my wife and kids for that opportunity to go on the road and "man up" as you say....HECK NO!!!!

But I sure do enjoy the stories of others that had the opportunity...;)

I understand. I gave up golf to play pool in college and now I have regrets about that too :)

I probably play pool as good as I ever have and more consistently, but I don't have that top gear so much anymore. Probably because I don't play marathon sessions anymore. But, like you, my family is first now and I wouldn't dream of taking food out of their mouths to gamble at pool. And I don't really want to take the time away from them that it would take to scuffle around and make money $5 & $10 at a time. So, for now, I'm limited to leagues once a week and azbilliards. lol.

Take care,
~rc
 
phoebe choy said:
Hi guys,

I don't have any great stories of playing any great players...sorry. I just wanted to say that I was like you when it comes down to great memories whether money was won or lost.

I matched up horribly from when I first picked up the cue - I loved to gamble - which didn't help - but more or less I just loved to play. And by playing horrible matches it only inspired/pushed me to become better. I learned A LOT about the game from watching other people play (even if they beat me) and I have a great satisfaction of knowing my game became what it is today by the memories imbedded in my head by just playing - even if it meant having to gamble in good or bad match-up.

The easy wins are in my memory, but it is the tough games/sessions I always like to talk about - it is where I learned to most about the game on or off the table - and really made to blood flow. Nothing can beat that feeling.

Your post made me smile and shake my head and think how so "very true." Great insight to (probably a great) pool player's mind.

Phoebe

Yeah, when I first started playing I was long on gamble and short on sense :)

Yep, winning mano y mano against a player you respect is a great feeling. I still distinctly remember the first time I won a tournament. I looked around the room and just enjoyed it for a few minutes.

Thanks!
~rc
 
jay helfert said:
Pretty good analysis here sixpack. For the most part I was like you ducking the top players, especially if I knew them. Funny thing is, I always remember the guys who beat me. They kind of stick in your mind. Billy Johnson (aka Wade Crane), Larry Lisciotti, Keith, Swanee, Little Al, Ronnie, Bob Osborne, Hawaiian Brian, Jimmy Reid, Jack Cooney, Cecil, Danny, Buddy, Earl, Jeff Carter, Grady, Parica, Jersey Red, Petey Margo, Ervolino, NY Blackie and a few other champions. I even played Mosconi in an exhibition and Lassiter in one of his last tournaments.

I did tangle with a few good players and I gave it my all whether it be a tournament match or gambling. And sometimes I surprised them and myself. Jimmy Fusco, Jim Rempe, Ernesto, Dan Louie, Willie Munson, Cannonball, Jimmy Reid, Waterdog, Cole, Keith and Lou Butera were a few who got to shake my hand after I got the best of them (well one time anyway :) ). I even won tournament matches against Freddie and Mike Lebron, when they were both in their prime.

I wanted to be a great player when I was young, but I soon found out where I stood in the pool pecking order. Good, but not great. I could see that guys like Ed Kelly, Jersey Red, Richie and Ronnie had bigger strokes and more game than me. I accepted my fate and stayed in the high minor leagues for many years, leaving the big leaguers alone for the most part.

Some of the games I remember best is when I went into a town and played a stranger and battled him for hours. And then I found out later that he was a top player who I held my own against. I played the Monk (Warren Costanzo) to a draw, and held my own against Scotty Townsend in a bar in Iowa for hours. I made Benny Conway work overtime to beat me for a few dollars playing bar table Eight Ball, his specialty. The first time I met a young Louie Roberts, I hustled him into a One Pocket game and broke him. The next day he convinced me to take the 8 ball, and won all his money back. Youngblood and I played a marathon bank session the first time I ran into him. I outgunned the great hustlers Popcorn and Cuban Joe after they both tried to hustle me. And "Frisco" Dave Piona and I bonded over an all day $5 9-Ball game in the Haight-Asbury days.

Even Scott Lee's mentor Jack White said "no more" after he thought he trapped me into playing him for $50. I didn't know him from Adam, but I wanted to win the money and I did. He then offered to take me around to a few colleges with him. I went to one, but it was a "hard" hustle that I didn't care for. I wanted to go in and announce myself and play the best player right away. Maybe not the smartest angle, but I always got games, and usually if I didn't know the guy I could beat him.

Luckily for me I never ran into Joey back then. I'm sure I would have been sleeping in the street if I did. :)

Now we're cooking with gas!

Jay, you have a lot of champions on your list. One of the things about playing mostly in CO was we didn't have too many 'named' players. But I gambled with Danny Medina, Melvin Sharpe, Bill Skinner, Cheyenne Pete, Dave Gomez, Angel Garcia, Chuey Rivera, Scott Smith, Bill Meacham and a ton more. On the road I gambled with Parica, Coy Lee, Junior Brown, Donnie Brown, Jeremy Vulgamire, Gabe Owen, Wade Crane and many, many others. We also had road players come through town and I would usually watch them play more than step up.

I never played those guys for much money though, mostly because I didn't have much and what I had had to last me.

An old farmer in Alamosa told me that he beat Jack White out of a couple hundred after he did an exhibition at the college there. Funny thing was, I believe it because I played that guy for hours and he played STRONG. I finally got the best of him, but I played real good on a barbox in those days. Thing is, that guy never played anywhere but that bar. Ever.

And I saw the exhibition that Jack did and he was definitely off that night. Still owes me a bicycle from it in fact. :)

~rc
 
JoeyA said:
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JoeyA

Okay, here it is. At that time, I would have tried to play it with high-inside either soft to take a tough cut from the top rail or hard to take a tough cut from the bottom rail. Either way a tough two-ball out.

He played it with deep running draw to off the rail to the middle diamond on the end. The english sharpened it off that rail and brought it back up table. By playing it this way, he pretty much took any scratch out of play and, once practiced a little, the position is automatic no matter where the 8-ball & CB are on that side of the table. You just have to get roughly to the middle of the end rail for the 2nd bank.

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I have matched up with Cliff, Tony Ellin, Luat (they were calling him Sam), Little Tony, Larry Price, and a few others also. I can truly say that some of the best times of my life were in a poolroom. I have scuffled, used brooms, gave many a gaff game, and enjoyed most all of the countless hours of learning. I have played so many shortstops and "A" players that I just eventually got tired of getting beat. So I started winning occasionally. There's nothing more satisfying than being in a poolroom, or bar and they call the local player. Then, you barbecue him. Then, you are sipping on a drink after just ordering blackened Mahi-Mahi at a nice restaurant laughing about the torture. On the other hand, I've been tortured also. You learn from it.

The thing about most people that play, or profess to play, they will never have the balls to have these "learning" experiences. I will re-phrase. Nerve, economic potential, or the desire to have these experiences. How many times have you seen a guy that plays perfect pool for six or seven games, but wouldn't bet fatback is greasy?

Good story for this situation.........
I am on my way to Orlando to see a girl I met my previous trip to see my Grandmother. Car breaks down. I forgot my wallet in Asheville. I am stuck in Jacksonville, Fla. Long story short, I had roughly two hundred cash on me. So, I spend $55 bucks on a hotel, leaving me $145. I call Lisa who was gonna drive up and meet me at about 2 am. It's about 10 pm. I notice a bowling alley across the street and decide to go to the bar to have a beer and drown my troubles.

Guess what? One bartable, four guys playing ten and ten nineball. After about $700, I offer any of them the seven for $100 a game. Another $600 later, and I was heading back to the room to meet Lisa, close to $1400 on me. What are the odds of that? These are the types of stories we all bring out when we get together.

When you get together with your friends, do you talk about work? Or your new refrigerator? No, you tell these kinds of stories. And laugh. Laughter and memories get me through when nothing else (but my two beautiful daughters) will. So, if you see me at a gathering, or tourney, let's exchange some tales.
 
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