"Old Timers" mad Respect, tell us more!!

[CJ Wiley]

Six guys jumped up at the same time and said "I'll get it open for ya,"

"Omaha John" and I went in a small town Kentucky pool room to get some action. Back then they didn't even hesitate and agreed to play both of us.

We went out to get our cues and discovered that John had accidently locked the keys in the car. We went back in and said "can someone call a locksmith, we locked our keys in the car".

Six guys jumped up at the same time and said "I'll get it open for ya," pulling slim-jims out of their pockets. One of them got to the door first and preceded to get our car open as fast with his slim-jim as we could with the key.

We didn't waste a minute and won a couple thousand in 4-5 hours. Later that year we heard that one of the biggest car theft rings in the country was busted in that town. The newspaper said they all hung out at a local pool room.

John and I had a good laugh about that, suddenly it all made sense.

 

[dougster26]

Boxing Stories accepted as well. I really don't care for MMA except for the Womens Division, and yes I do find womens boxing boring. Don't blast me, I know a lot of you guys like MMA, I just don't get it, but than again I have never been a wrestling fan either other than the fake stuff and the Olympics, if i remember the guys name was Roland, the bad ass guy left his shoes on the mat when he was done.

A couple of years ago I went to the fights in Portland, ME. I went, knowing that Roberto Duran was going to be there. I wound up getting a picture taken with him, he was my favorite fighter when he was in his prime.

Anyway, I'm sitting at ringside at an outside row chair when I notice someone walking in my direction. He is looking at me and I just know that the way he carried himself he had to be a fighter. I got up and greeted him and shook his hand. A real nice guy. I still had no idea who he was. I had seem him talking to a guy earlier and that guy was seated not too far away. I went over and asked him who that was he was talking to earlier. He said "that was Mickey Ward. Vinny Paz was there that night also but I didn't get a chance to meet him.

 

[dougster26]

Anybody who has stories please let is kids know, I'm 37 and a kid when you tell me what you did back in the day. We need to carry on the tradition and can only do it if you guys lest us know what happend 20,30 or even 40 years ago. Much respect and appreciation to my elders. THx in advance. PS Jerry for HOF

Oh, by the way, Friday I'll be the reverse of your age -- 73. Enjoy it while you can, it really goes by fast.

 

[jackpot]

another cotton palace story

When I was hanging out with Alf Taylor at the CBP, we had a favorite prank
we did every chance we got. In his book he talks about chalking the sleepers
noses, but this one was just as good. A wall about 7 ft tall separated the pool
area from the bowling lanes and restaurant. We all sit around the restaurant
tables when nothing was going on. There was a phone booth against that wall.
When someone would go in one of us would run around into the pool area,
stand on a chair and start shaking and rocking the phone booth. Whoever was
in it would not know what the hell was going on because he could see out of
the front and both sides and in back was a wall. Alf was the best or worst shaker however you want to look at it. Once some poor sucker was in it and
had on a hat and a cigar in his mouth. Alf start rocking and shaking so hard
I thought it was going to turn over. It knocked his hat off smashed his cigar
against the side, he thought it was an earthquake. The poor guy stumbled
out holding on to everything he could until he got out the door.
jack

 

[UPlayLucky]

One of my all-time favorite pool hustlers/gamblers was named "Cornbread Red" from Detroit. He bet more money in a game than many will wager in a lifetime. Here's my version of one of the funniest stories about Cornbread and his "hustling days" on the road.

"Cornbread Red" was hustling pool down south and was told this "huge red-neck" would go off for a lot of money gambling, and he considered pool his "best game".
Cornbread went into the bar his "steer-man" said this red-neck was at and saw him sitting by the bartender having a shot and a beer.

Cornbread marched right up to the guy and tapped him boldly on the shoulder..

"What's your best game buddy?" said Cornbread in a menacing tone.

The guy turned around and said "Fighting's my best game!!!" and hit Corn right in "the kisser" knocking him back over some tables and chairs and flat on his back!!!

Cornbread raised up, shook himself off, trying to bring himself back to consciousness. Picking himself up, still dazed from the punch he saw the guy in the same chair, now finishing his beer.

Corn stood up, and marched right back up to the guy, tapping him on the shoulder again!!! "What's your 2nd best game buddy?"

The guy turned around and said "pool's my 2nd best game!"

Cornbread quickly busted the guy out of all his money and headed to the next "spot," with a black eye and a pocket full of money.
'The Game is the Teacher'

Great story, how about a couple more.

 

[CJ Wiley]

pieces of "The Stick" flew on the table and sometimes across the room.

Great story, how about a couple more.

Sure, I was on the road for 7 straight years so I have quite a few stories from playing several hundred gambling games with various players. I'll start out with one that involves a peculiar Pool Stick....one like few have ever played with, especially for $50. a game.

I was in Detroit and was struggling, I only had $500. so it was important to get "pumped up" as quick as possible. I was steered to a small bar that the owner played at and was also told he would lose a lot if someone would play with "The Stick".

I walked into the dimly lit bar, taking in the smell of cigarettes, and stale beer as I quickly cased the joint. The bar was on the left side, just past the one bar table, the bar was small with four men sitting around it drinking their favorite "poison". I was dressed to fit in with a camouflage vest, Wolverine boots, a Skoal can visible in my back pocket and a hat that had two pigs "gettin it on" labelled "Makin Bacon".

I went up to that bar and ordered a Bud and made some small talk with one of the regulars. He was dressed much like I was, and after they heard me talk they relaxed knowing I was nothin but a country bumkin kid.

Looking at the pool table I said "I'm a really good pool shot," partly to myself, but loud enough that the four barflies could hear me.

"How good do you shoot, boy, good enough to shoot for a beer?"

I responded "a beer....sh*t I play a whole lot better than that, there's nobody around here that can beat me". This got there attention and they all looked at me closer, a little bit more intently, trying to figure me out.

"The owner'll play ya if ya use "The Stick", ain't nobody ever beat him with 'The Stick".......the other four men laughed an eerie laugh at the same time...."yeah, get the Stick, get the Stick" they all chimed in together.

The Bartender reached up above the bar and pulled down a one piece house cue, only this cue didn't have a tip OR a ferrule, just jagged wood where the tip would normally be. The bartender handed it to me and I pretended to study it intently.

Just then the owner walked in the bar and walked toward us. "this boy wants to play ya with "The Stick"....he thinks he's a pool shooter."

"Wait a minute, I didn't say anything about using this thing, it doesn't even have a tip, how can I even hit the dang cue ball right, hell there's no way to play pool with this piece of crap?"

The owner looked at me, sized me up from head to tow, pausing to chuckle to himself at my two pigs "makin love" on my hat, then said, "I'll spot ya the 6 ball if you use that thing and play ya for $50. a game if you wanna gamble."

I said slowly and thoughtfully "you mean if I make the 6 or the 9 I win and you only win if you make the 9 ball....but I gotta use this crazy stick?"

Yep.....and we can play all night long. I nodded my head "you gotta game, I gotta try just to see what happens."

We started playing and each time I broke the balls pieces of "The Stick" flew on the table and sometimes across the room. I knew I could win at this game, but it suddenly dawned on my I might "run out of stick" before I could "bust" the guy. I must have taken 3 inches off the stick in the next 4 hours, but I played really good with that primitive "stick" and beat the owner 20 games ahead, by grinding the "stick" on the floor between shots and chalking it like a regular cue, before long it was fairly smooth and besides whittling it down it actually played ok......considering.

The owner paid me off with 20 brand new fifty dollar bills and I was on my way, now I had $1500. and I was heading to THE RACK....the big action pool room in Detroit. There a guy could get rich playing pool, there were guys winning and losing millions. I was ready to fire my "match" at their wood pile. I had already overcome "The Stick," what could they have in store for me at THE RACK? Surely nothing a country boy with a "Makin Bacon" hat couldn't deal with.

 

[Johnnyt]

Growing up on the south shore of Long Island, a lot of us in our early teens had small hydroplanes or soap boxes with the biggest outboards we could put on them. They just about flew. One day about 8 of us were out buzzing up and down the canals of East Rockaway when Mike flipped his box and the small hydro behind him ran right over him, losing his arm above the elbow.

About 10 years later Mike and I would find bars that were hangouts for young office workers and other white collar types. Mike would go in first and sit at the bar with a beer until I came in and sat next to him. We would make small talk for a few minutes until a table opened and I would ask Mike if he played. Of course he would say yes and off we'd go to the table. I'd ask him if he wanted to put a few bucks on the game loud enough for most at the other pool tables and tables with people sitting watching could hear. He'd say yes and we'd start to play. After I'd win a few games I'd get him to up the bet in a way a 10 year old kid could see that I was hustling this poor guy with one arm. After the bet got up to $20 or so a game some of the others around our table would start calling me out for taking money from a guy with one arm that had no chance.

It was not long before we had a pretty good crowd around us. I waited for someone to say, "Why don't you play someone that can play as good as you?" I would say, "Like you?" He or someone else would step up. I would say, $50 a game and If you're ahead in 2 hours I'll give one arm his $220 back.

We did that hustle a dozen or so times over a few years. Sometimes the guy would lose 2 or 3 games for $50 each and quit, and some times he'd lose a few $100, quit, and someone else would step up and play a few for $50 and get some more action from the rail. All the time I'd be talking $hit to them. Sometimes it only worked for a few $50 games and some times we'd hit the homerun. Oh, and one time I got knocked on my ass by a sucker punch, but he didn't get no cherry. I use to box and was hit hard many times. Johnnyt

 

[jay helfert]

Whoever thought of putting small pool tables (bar tables) in bars did a big favor to pool players many years ago. By the 1960's almost every bar had a pool table, and when guys are drinking and playing pool they like to gamble on the outcome. Made to order for any real pool player who didn't mind fading the drunks and other characters who populated these places.

The reality though was that in most bars they would only play a dollar a game, with occasional guys who might bet two dollars or challenge you to a $5 game. Many of the top players wouldn't lower themselves to spending the night in a bar to make forty or fifty bucks. But I would and was happy to do it :wink:. Hey I was living in a furnished Single apartment for $25 a week, so fifty bucks was a lot of money to me.

The catch was that if you put your quarter up (on the rail) you had to wait until it was your turn to play. If you lost a game you moved to the back of the line. That was a drag because games tended to move slowly with everybody drinking and socializing. So the key to making money in a bar was DON'T LOSE! You wanted to "keep" the table and have everyone lined up and gunning for you.

There was one really good spot in Orange County called the Santa Ana Playhouse that was packed on the weekends, with live music and dancing. They stayed open until 4 AM and had two bar tables in the back of the room. Usually there would be a dozen or more quarters lined up on both rails, so you had to be real patient and wait your turn. I went in there a few times and bombed out after winning only three or four games. I didn't want to wait another hour or so to play again so I left.

On this one occasion though I managed to hold onto the table for several hours. I must have won fifty or sixty games in a row, most of them for a dollar or two. Everyone wanted to be the one to beat me so bad that they dogged it if they had a chance to win. Finally about 2 AM no one would play me anymore. Everyone had just slowly moved away from the bar table I was on and I was left standing there with no more quarters on the rail.

I quietly slinked out of there and got in my car and drove home. All my pockets were stuffed with one dollar bills. I didn't have time to neatly fold them together while I was playing. I was too busy schmoozing my next victim. It was just four bundles of ones in my two front pockets and my two back pockets. I laid all the money on the table in my little apartment and started unfolding each bill and making neat stacks of $20 each. I had won over $100, at a dollar and two dollars a game!

I can't tell you how great that made me feel at that time. I realized that I truly had a skill. I wasn't just a college drop out who didn't like to work a 9 to 5 job. I was a real pool player with a talent for the game, and better yet, I could make a living doing this. There would be many more nights like this in the ensuing years and it didn't bother me one bit that I wasn't a tournament player. I wasn't in it for the glory, I wanted to put money in my pocket every day and every night, and pump up my bank account. And I did! Enough to buy my first poolroom at 27 years old. :thumbup:

 

[jrhendy]

It's been over 30 years and I was hanging around California Billiards in San Jose and things were slow in the late summer, so Poker Paul and I took a road trip in his new black Camaro.

My best game in those days was golf on a snooker table and Paul had been on a trip a few years earlier with Tony Annigoni and knew the spots. Pool action slows down in the summer but for some reason the pool rooms that they play golf in still have a little action.

We went through Phoenix and made a little $$ and headed for Alb., New Mexico. Our first stop was The Corner Pocket where Cowboy Jimmy Moore was the house pro. I matched up a golf game with a local named Wilford for $10/1 on a 5 x 10 with gold cloth. I was stalling and found out later he was too. The end rail was loose and any ball that hit it hopped. There was a guy sweating our game that had a uniform on with a patch that said 'Animal Control'. He asked if I would play for more than $10/1 and I said yes, but not on the table with the loose rail. He said he knew where there was a better table and we followed him to another pool room.

We played for $50/5 and after several hours he beat me for $750. We went to the room and Poker Paul, who had not said a peep the whole time, said ' I got me a hell of a road man. The F###### dog catcher beats us for $750.

Turns out the guy, who's name was Al, was a very good player. We ran into him at a bar called The Cowboy where Jimmy Moore ran a little nine ball tournament on bar tables. I won the tournament and that was the first time I saw CJ, who did not play in the tournament but had just won a big eight ball tourney in Florida. He was probably in his early twenties then.

We stayed in town another week or so and I played Al a couple more times and got my $$ back before we headed to Denver, Colorado, a real hot spot in those days for golf on a snooker table.

Golf was a good game to hustle if you could play it, because you were not usually going to beat the good players the first time up. It would take a while to get the table and rules down and by the time you figured it out, the bet was up and you had a line on the players.

Just watch out or the dog catchers.:grin-square:

 

[jackpot]

couple more

At CBP in the 60's everyone gambled. There was this one guy his name
was Martine or something like that. The story was he had jumped off a
Cuban boat and swam to shore. He had to be the worst player in history
that gambled. He couldn't hit the cue ball half the time. Vernon Lintton
who actually could play pretty well would play him one pocket 8 to if
he doesn't owe one he wins. But Martine who was no dummy saw he was
in a trap changed the game to he had to owe two or more. Didn't matter
Vernon would lag them up close to his pocket and Martine would try to
move them and scratch behind them. I might add that Vernon had the
best won lost record of anyone. 100% winner. He wins he gets paid, he
loses he doesn't pay. Not a bad deal if you could pull it off. Those who
knew Vernon know what I mean. Once after the CBP had been busted
We were at the Haskell Ave. pool hall, nothing happening. Vernon says
lets play some cheap one pocket. Well I win 6 or 7 games in a row and
I know where this is going, so I say, get the time Vernon we're even.
He looks at Me and says lets split it. That's when I knew he really did
have a good heart after all. Like I said people that didn't know which
end of the cue to shoot with gambled at the CBP. Once Alf was playing this
guy that was a stone dummy and Alf had ball ball in hand on 3 or whatever
the 3 was frozen to the rail about 6 inches from the corner pocket, the
9 ball was hanging in the other corner. Alf sits the cue ball up on the rail,
(on the felt) kind of on top of 3 ball but not touching it aiming straight
at the 9. When he shoots the cue ball tips the top of the 3 and makes
the 9. The guy just racks them up.
jack

 

[alstl]

Whoever thought of putting small pool tables (bar tables) in bars did a big favor to pool players many years ago. By the 1960's almost every bar had a pool table, and when guys are drinking and playing pool they like to gamble on the outcome. Made to order for any real pool player who didn't mind fading the drunks and other characters who populated these places.

The reality though was that in most bars they would only play a dollar a game, with occasional guys who might bet two dollars or challenge you to a $5 game. Many of the top players wouldn't lower themselves to spending the night in a bar to make forty or fifty bucks. But I would and was happy to do it :wink:. Hey I was living in a furnished Single apartment for $25 a week, so fifty bucks was a lot of money to me.

The catch was that if you put your quarter up (on the rail) you had to wait until it was your turn to play. If you lost a game you moved to the back of the line. That was a drag because games tended to move slowly with everybody drinking and socializing. So the key to making money in a bar was DON'T LOSE! You wanted to "keep" the table and have everyone lined up and gunning for you.

There was one really good spot in Orange County called the Santa Ana Playhouse that was packed on the weekends, with live music and dancing. They stayed open until 4 AM and had two bar tables in the back of the room. Usually there would be a dozen or more quarters lined up on both rails, so you had to be real patient and wait your turn. I went in there a few times and bombed out after winning only three or four games. I didn't want to wait another hour or so to play again so I left.

On this one occasion though I managed to hold onto the table for several hours. I must have won fifty or sixty games in a row, most of them for a dollar or two. Everyone wanted to be the one to beat me so bad that they dogged it if they had a chance to win. Finally about 2 AM no one would play me anymore. Everyone had just slowly moved away from the bar table I was on and I was left standing there with no more quarters on the rail.

I quietly slinked out of there and got in my car and drove home. All my pockets were stuffed with one dollar bills. I didn't have time to neatly fold them together while I was playing. I was too busy schmoozing my next victim. It was just four bundles of ones in my two front pockets and my two back pockets. I laid all the money on the table in my little apartment and started unfolding each bill and making neat stacks of $20 each. I had won over $100, at a dollar and two dollars a game!

I can't tell you how great that made me feel at that time. I realized that I truly had a skill. I wasn't just a college drop out who didn't like to work a 9 to 5 job. I was a real pool player with a talent for the game, and better yet, I could make a living doing this. There would be many more nights like this in the ensuing years and it didn't bother me one bit that I wasn't a tournament player. I wasn't in it for the glory, I wanted to put money in my pocket every day and every night, and pump up my bank account. And I did! Enough to buy my first poolroom at 27 years old. :thumbup:

That story sparked a memory of losing to a guy with one arm in a bar in Jacksonville, Illinois. Quarter on the rail, dollar a game. I doubt if he could have played on a 9' table because he rested the cue on the rail for every shot but on a barbox he could run a rack. He held the table long enough to beat everybody who wanted to play him, including me.

I've always wondered if this was just some local guy or if there was a well known one armed pool player who could play decent pool on a bar box. Have you ever heard of a one armed guy who fits that description? This was in the late 1960's and he was probably 30 or 40 years old, medium build white man.

 

[CJ Wiley]

Gotta play for 30% AND talk nasty to this guy, what kind of sick f*c%in joke is this?

After I beat the guy with "The Stick" I went to THE RACK (the hottest gambling pool room in the country) and this is what happened later that night, which make it a very eventful day (to say the least)......I posted this (in the Rack thread) a couple of days ago, but it is chronological and happened later that night.


That same night I did go straight to THE RACK. I was on a table practicing and Johnny Ross (a notorious pool hustler) came up to me and motioned me over to the side. He leaned over with his hand over his mouth like a used car salesman getting ready to offer me "the deal of the century."

"We got a game for you tonight!" Johnny whispered, "with a guy named Cletus....it's playing one pocket, but the guy plays like old people f*%#...we'll (the local corporation) stake you and give you 30%, but he'll bet really high, we may win 30 to 40k!"

"30%, wtf, you got to be kidding, I won't play for less than 40%"

"That's the deal, sh*t the fu*%in house takes 10% - take it or leave it, it's sure action though, but there's one "catch".....you gotta talk really nasty to this sick freak or he won't want to gamble with you."

"So let me get this straight, I gotta play for 30% AND talk nasty to this guy, what kind of sick f*c%in joke is this, Johnny?"

Just then the front door was opened (you had to get "buzzed" in) and in walks this huge unshaven man that looked just like Brutus in the Popeye comics. He looked around glaring at the room, with a twisted smile trying to form under his three day stubbly beard. This guy looked like the poster guy for a prison movie.... Shaw-shank Perversion' or something like that.

"That's him, do you want to play or not?" Johnny's raspy voice sent shivers down my spine, or maybe it was the thought of talking dirty to Brutus...I mean Cletus.

"Ok, but what the heck do I say to this sicko?" the was the most awkward I'd felt before matching up with anyone in my life.

"Come on, just follow my lead"....I followed Johnny Ross over to where Brutus....I mean Cletus was standing. Johnny marched right up to him and said "what are you doing in here you sleezy piece of sh%* I thought the trash came in and out of the back door".....Cletus looked at Johnny menacingly, then broke into a big grin. "Johnny Ross, my dream cell mate, hope you brought plenty of lube if we're going to gamble tonight".

Johnny said "I got a little kid that'll play your sorry ass some one hole"....nodding at me....I took my cue and said "yeah, you dirty motha fu%$a I got something for you that Ajax won't take off"......I pulled it off, but my heart was pounding under my leather jacket. I"m not sure what else I said, and I'm glad, sometimes in my line of "work" you had to act....and this part was certainly just an act....and fortunately I'd never be in this situation again.

Cletus looked at me and growled "you look just like the brother of a 16 year old girl I used to date....had to date her for 3 years just to f#*% her little brother.....and he looked just like you"......I tried not to put any images to his words, but the important thing was I KNEW he would play me now. Johnny gave me the "it's george" sign and the game was on.

And play me he did, I gave him 9/4 and his scratches don't count for $900 a game starting out and $18,000 later he looked like the blood had been drained out of him. They gave me my $5000 ( the time was $1800, they didn't charge by the hour, with guys like Cletus they took 10% for the "house") Brutal - to this day that's the most I've ever been charged for pool time. But when you're betting thousands against a guy like Cletus it really didn't matter, it was just a "cost of doing business".

They walked Cletus out the door and safely to his car (he still had 20k).

I ask Johnny "I wonder where he's going now?"

Johnny, without hesitation barked "he'll go hire a LIMO and three hookers and they'll drive him around Detroit, handcuffed, like he's been kidnapped, one will have a gun to his head and other two will be whipping him and calling him every filthy name they can think of"......"and I imagine Cletus will be like a kid taking a tour of a candy store," I whispered under my breath.

.....just another day at the office for Brutus - I mean Cletus - the dirtiest, stinkiest, sleaziest pool sucker on earth, that also played for tens of thousands of dollars at a Game called pool. I never would have believed it if I hadn't been there and seen it with my own eyes....what a world.

I felt a little bit guilty at the end of that long day beating sick ole Cletus out of that 18k.... NOT, ----I was Pumped up with $6400 and ready to "play anyone at the Rack for all they could Stack"...well, within reason. 'The Rack was the Teacher'

 

[Ron Swanson]

Yet another shocking thread. Any danger of thinking about the future for a change?

AZB 2018 - six posters, 15 threads a day about how great the old days were, each with three replies.

 

[Johnnyt]

Yet another shocking thread. Any danger of thinking about the future for a change?

AZB 2018 - six posters, 15 threads a day about how great the old days were, each with three replies.

For each of us dirty hustlers there were 100's that got hustled. Are you one of them? If one didn't take him off someone else would very soon. You can't hustle someone if they don't think they have the best of it. The one getting hustled is just as greedy as the one hustling. If you can't stand losing
money.... don't play for any. It really is simple. You can play league or just play-play. Johnnyt

 

[alstl]

Yet another shocking thread. Any danger of thinking about the future for a change?

AZB 2018 - six posters, 15 threads a day about how great the old days were, each with three replies.

The future? In the future Obama plays pool, can't make a proper bridge, and the media and most of the population of the country are talking about what an excellent pool player he is.


http://mediacenter.smugmug.com/001-...bama-Denver/i-QTmZ57D/0/L/OBAMADSC_2383-L.jpg

You wonder why people want to talk about he past?

 

[goober]

From and old Fart pool player who started playing recreational pool back in the 50's. I can't talk about tournaments, famous players, etc because in a small town we only knew who the "Sharks" were in every pool room. To me one of the big changes from my early years era were personal pool cues in cases. Most everybody played with the house cues and usually had their favorite. House rules were the only rules that mattered. We played with balls that were mostly discolored, dented or chipped. Moved to the big cities when I got out of college and the Navy. Still saw similar situations but a lot of players had their own cue, case and reputation. Got to see Tuscaloos Squirrel and Willie Hoppe - what an educatiion. There were still House rules but more and more the noted rules of big organizations were the norm. For some reason, from the 70's&on, is kind of a blur because of family replacing pool playing time. Now equipment is so much better in terms of cues but not sure the tables are any better than those heavy thick slate tables we had in the 50's and 60's

 

[CJ Wiley]

Beam me up, Scotty - no intelligent life, the pool tables don't even have pockets.

For each of us dirty hustlers there were 100's that got hustled. Are you one of them? If one didn't take him off someone else would very soon. You can't hustle someone if they don't think they have the best of it. The one getting hustled is just as greedy as the one hustling. If you can't stand losing
money.... don't play for any. It really is simple. You can play league or just play-play. Johnnyt

"you can't hustle an honest man"

All sports are popular because of gambling, anyone that doesn't believe that needs to be "beamed up".

 

[Rico]

overboard

In 64 i hung out at 7 seas on broadway in San Diego 17 from Ia. I would play this one-eyed guy 50 -100 a game thats (50 cents to a buck)ya the patch probably wasnt real.Iwatched LiL Dave (leBlank),Swanee, Big Ralph and others. They were like rock stars to me. Ieft and went on a westpac cruise and came back that falland headed back to good old 7 seas. By then being a world travler played in Japan ,Hong Kong, Taiwan,and The Phillipines i knew everything.While sitting at the snackcounter i mentioned how i was heading home for Xmas to Ia. on leave.And i had saved over $500 (da). Then poor Dave and Ralph start crying about how they lost everything playing cards the night before and dont have the money to take off this sucker that ownned a stripclub (the bodyshop) he would lose thousands.. If only they could get stacked. Yep hook line and sinker .well im only 18 cant get in the bar oh not to worry they could get me in .Ihad to sit in the back and not walk around . Pasties were barely off we were busted poor Dave miscued the guy got all the rolls everything went wrong .The next day at the poolhall the counter man says hey ia thought you were going home . I told him about are bad luck he had a funny look on his face (like he saw a big S on my forehead).and educated me about real pool . All dumps are not landfills.

 

[CJ Wiley]

All dumps are not landfills - this goes for all sports and games

In 64 i hung out at 7 seas on broadway in San Diego 17 from Ia. I would play this one-eyed guy 50 -100 a game thats (50 cents to a buck)ya the patch probably wasnt real.Iwatched LiL Dave (leBlank),Swanee, Big Ralph and others. They were like rock stars to me. Ieft and went on a westpac cruise and came back that falland headed back to good old 7 seas. By then being a world travler played in Japan ,Hong Kong, Taiwan,and The Phillipines i knew everything.While sitting at the snackcounter i mentioned how i was heading home for Xmas to Ia. on leave.And i had saved over $500 (da). Then poor Dave and Ralph start crying about how they lost everything playing cards the night before and dont have the money to take off this sucker that ownned a stripclub (the bodyshop) he would lose thousands.. If only they could get stacked. Yep hook line and sinker .well im only 18 cant get in the bar oh not to worry they could get me in .Ihad to sit in the back and not walk around . Pasties were barely off we were busted poor Dave miscued the guy got all the rolls everything went wrong .The next day at the poolhall the counter man says hey ia thought you were going home . I told him about are bad luck he had a funny look on his face (like he saw a big S on my forehead).and educated me about real pool . All dumps are not landfills.

I wonder how much it would change everyone's perspective on professional football and basketball if we knew how many games were "dumped" by either the players, coaches, or referees?

 

[Rico]

real pool

C. J how you doing .I should have said gambling,because it never stopped my love of this game.I recently found an old friend Dave Yeager .I took Dave to Johnson City in 69 that lite his fire.Dave cuold jump that big rock like a red circle.Like to see you out again hell your still a kid.