TheOne said:
I hear a lot of stories about players going "on the road" and, after reading "Playing Off the Rail," it sure makes me want to try it. Can anyone offer any insight into this enticing prospect?...Has anyone here done it for a significant time/distance? Do players stop in every small town or do they just go for the big matchups and tournaments?
It sure sounds like an adventure, but is going "On The Road" a...Pool Players mecca...or...Urban Legend?
I've put a lot of thought into the on-the-road experience. Having experienced it myself when I was in my twenties, with no responsibilities or financial obligations, it was a lot of fun, but the lifestyle can be kind of rough. I remember receiving funds from Western Union on several occasions when I was on the road (LOL). AND like previous posters have said, the "action" ain't what it used to be in today's tournament-inclined pool world.
In the '80s era, action was more prevalent, especially in the deep South: New Orleans, Mississippi, Tennessee, Carolinas, Georgia, and Southern Florida. There were action pockets all over the country, and by word of mouth, the players knew where to go. Before the Filippino Invasion, the Mexican champions were the ones to watch out for in California. And then there was good old Detroit, a little too shady for me at that time.
There used to be a owner of a pool room in Morristown, Tennessee, who would play ANY roadster who came to town. Win or lose, he just liked to gamble, enjoyed playing the BEST, and always asked for a whole lot of weight. Every road player in the country knew about this guy, and he welcomed them. I think he liked playing in front of a gallery of spectators, and being a wealthy man, he wasn't too worried about losing the money. Years later, I asked Earl Strickland if he remembered this fellow, and he said the guy's wife shot him dead.
I don't think action will ever be like it used to in today's pool world, and you'd be hard-pressed to make a living on the road in the year 2005. It's too costly -- gas, food, lodging, auto expense, tolls -- and living in those hotels gets real old after a while. There truly is no place like home.
Yesterday, a friend sent me a link to the BilliardsPress website. Phil Capelle interviewed Keith McCready, a road player who has traveled from coast to coast, and updated an article he had previously written. It's a quick read, and I thought it would complement this thread:
http://billiardspress.com/pronews.cfm
JAM