That's Harold Johnson. He moved to Southern Illinois from Chicago. I first met him at Ye Billiard Den in Hollywood. He was a schoolteacher then. A very square looking guy. We played a set of 9 ball for ? and the time. I didnt even put up because I knew he was a teacher of children. As I was shooting in the last 9 ball to win the set, out of the corner of my eye I spotted him running out the door. I shot out after him, but his car was parked in front of the joint and he made it inside. I cursed him vehemently as he pulled away.
Years later in Chicago he paid off that debt.
We played a lot in Chicago, I loved playing him. I knew he was at any moment subject to go on tilt.
We were playing a serious set of 9 Ball at Marie's Golden Cue in Chicago. The joint was near closing and we were on the session game. A large crowd formed knowing that Hal might provide some excitement.
He was running out perfectly, humming to himself with a big shit-eating grin all over his face. The eight and nine were in the middle of the table, and he was shooting at an easy seven ball. He took a correct 2 rail path to the eight which was an easy shot in the side, when the cue ball with an apparent mind of its own, headed for a snooker behind the nine ball. Hal watched with wide eyes as the cue ball crept toward a spot behind the nine. It just barely got there, and when it did Hal slammed his forehead into the slate with brute force! The joint went up for grabs as Hal staggered around. I had to lead him back to the table to take his final kick at the eight ball. He missed it of course, giving me cue ball in hand. I was laughing so hard I almost had a tuff time getting out.
Beard
It was George Michaels (from San Fran, nee Chicago) the good 9 ball player whose cue Hal broke after missing a ball. An incredulous George, didnt know what to do so he broke Hal's cue.
Just a little hijack here for a George story a few years back.
It was at a tournament at Hard Times, Sacramento. George did not like the cue ball in the rack he was playing with. He took it to the tournament director and asked for an exchange. He said no, so George walked over, opened the door and threw the cue ball down the road. He then asked if he could get another cue ball. They barred him for several months.