My match with Efren

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This happened in January, 2008, at the only Derby Classic I've attended. It's not the most riveting story ever, but I saw something tonight that prompted me to share. I saw a clip from the "2014 highlights" thread of Efren shooting a kick shot. The title was "Efren Reyes Classic Kick Safe" or something like that. It featured him shooting a 2 rail kick shot and hitting half a ball with just enough speed to lay down a safety.

My first reaction when I see stuff like this is rather dismissive. He's a great player, sure. But it's mostly stigma. It's like everyone wants to believe he is otherworldy so much that they celebrate every kick shot he makes as if it's proof he's pool's Bruce Lee. I mean, my impression is that he IS about the greatest player ever, but c'mon. Half of the clips I see of him on Youtube are just flukes or desperation shots that work out every so often. I could probably dig through footage of any top player and find an equal amount of kicks that were just as good.

That's how I thought until I played him.

I was 6 rounds in and had used my rebuy. I was playing very well and felt like I was the favorite against anyone but a true elite player, and even then I felt like I could get there if they didn't do something special. I drew Efren. He was still competing a lot and I was a bit torn. On the one hand I was excited to play him. How could I be a pool player and not be? On the other hand, there were still 30-40 players in the tournament left and I would've gambled even with 25 of them, so it was a tough draw. Nonetheless, I prepared for my match.

He was the one player that DID intimidate me. I had visions of his Z kick and force follows that I had seen on an Accustats highlight reel again and again when I was 14 running through my head. I remember hearing about how he ran out the set on my friend Jimmy Wetch in the same tournament a couple of years former. I heard the echoes of other elite players who normally don't hesitate to proclaim their supremacy instead lower their voices and acknowledge that no one does exactly what this man does at the table.

I shook it off. After all...I was only playing nine ball, one race to seven. This wasn't a highlight reel. This wasn't rotation. This wasn't a race to 121. This was a short set, and with new cloth and tapped balls it really was anyone's game. Yeah, he can do some pretty amazing things, but in one set that's not what's going to be decisive. It's not like he's going to be making multiple Z kicks and sweeping masse's during our match!!! It's going to come down to running out when you have the chance, breaking well, coming with a couple of hard shots, and getting a roll or two.

With that pep talk I accepted my challenge, shook hands, and the action began.

What happened next is a little blurry. It happened so fast. One second I was up 2-1 and breaking, feeling a bit silly that I had been so spooked by this aging man's reputation.

The next minute I was breaking my cue down trying to figure out how I had just lost 7-2.

What happened?!?

I couldn't have been more wrong. Simply said, all of it came up.

Yes, he made a plethora of multirail kick safes. Correct angle, correct speed, creating distance and obstacles. Again. And Again.

Yes, he made some amazing cue ball plays. I remember one in which the ball he was shooting and the ball he had to play shape for were frozen on the same long rail. There was NO way to get shape because of traffic. UNLESS you went rail first with low inside, the shot where you go STRAIGHT across table after contact with the object ball and then spin up from the opposite side rail. He made this shot and spun through a stupid window to get ball in hand shape in a position that I felt had me at an advantage.

I can't remember them all, but I do remember there must've been 5-10 times I shook my head and said to myself "only Efren..."

So I'm sure that as the game evolves others will do things he can't do. Jump shots. Solving the break in 10 ball. Honestly I just got stuck expanding that list but I'm sure someone somewhere will surpass him in some other area. And yes, there are a lot of goofy clips celebrating Efren's kick shots that are obviously just a good roll. But I will tell you this: The man could flat out play. And I will always remember fondly the match we shared.
 
I've seen that guy Efren around here somewhere before. I can't remember where....
 
Awesome story, thanks for sharing. One of the best things I've ever read here.
 
Very uncanny you should write this today. Great story, btw. Thanks for sharing it :thumbup:

How the following could have happened makes little sense now.

It's 1971 and I'm in a small PI village well west of Quezon City & Manilla, in Olongapo on the east side of Subic Bay.

In addition to my custom Palmer, I have brought with me a solid rep for playing strong for the cash and never cracking under pressure. Back then I could come with the big shots when needed at an alarmingly high percentage rate. Needless to say, I was a confident young man. Why else would I be in the PI looking for games?

Just having finished a delicious dinner at a village eatery, simply called "Mama's", consisting of braised chicken and pork adobo in oil, vinegar and garlic sauce, with a generous mound of orange rice plopped on the side, I set out to see if I could make a game.

For the nearly one week I was there it had been easy to get into small action with the locals who were more than eager to try me out. I was having pretty good success with them overall though I was struck with their quality of play and especially their solid defense. Even the very young guns.

There was only a day or two left before I had to make my way back home and I had been hearing from the locals about a man they called Bata, that I should match up with him. They said his people would gamble pretty high on him but from me he would need the 8 ball. I was cocky and confident enough to agree and said I would play his preferred race to 21 in 9b for his minimum wager of $300 US. Remember, this was early 70's and that was a pretty good chunk of change back then.

It was on for the next afternoon at Baloy Beach Cafe, they had the best table, loosely resembling a Gold Crown. This one had lots of character but played pretty true.

I was there an hour before our scheduled 3 o'clock match getting in stroke when the chatter level in the bar increased as a skinny guy with a well-worn black cue case walked in.

Accompanying him were 3 friendly looking guys and they all made their way over to take a seat at an adjascent cafe table near me. My opponent, the young man called Bata, came up to me and shook hands and said hello. That was about all the English he had for me but the attractive waitress who had been taking care of me joined us and acted as our translator. After pleasantries we posted our bets and we had action.

He practiced by himself for about 10 minutes and I admit, he looked impressive.

Okay, remember, we're racing to 21, 9b, I'm giving up the 8. :eek:

We got underway and it was see-sawing back and forth.

He was kicking like a mule, I kicked better.

He was playing great shape, I was getting better.

I stayed focused and consistent and beat him 21-18.

He smiled, shook my hand, and him and his boys were gone just as quickly as they arrived.

I pulled the covers up to my chin, smiled, rolled over on my pillow, and within 10 minutes I was back in action, this time it was Earl.

We were matched up at The Cow Palace in Houston. It was summer 1978, hotter than Hades, he was wearing this light blue jump suit looking getup. . . . .

best,
brian kc
 
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This is from the big tournament Efren just won in the PI.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bB74rp1MmUI&feature=player_detailpage#t=1144

19:19 of the video for those on a cell phone for whom the video doesn't start at the shot.

Nice safety sequence which begins before the shot I started the video at. When I posted this in a different thread somebody said the shot was obvious and they would have done the same thing - banking the 1 into the 10 and sending the cue ball 4 rails back up table for the two way shot. I imagine a lot of people think that until they experience the magic.
 
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Great story! I hadn't been to the Derby since it was at the Exec. West, until last year. One thing I noticed was the crowds that gathered around EVERY Efren match...even ones where he was playing some lesser known player.

Still further I noticed, that these crowds often included well-known players and "open" level players. Efren has earned authentic admiration of the world's best players. I think that speaks volumes to the "true" caliber of his play.

IMHO, he is the best player...ever.

kollegedave
 
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