a friend of mine was at Masters in NY today and told me orcollo was playing frankie hernandez 15 ahead 10 ball for 4k with frankie getting the 6 he said when he left frankie was 11 ahead anybody know what happened
ORCOLLO vs HERNANDEZ action at MASTERS
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DEAD MONEY G said:
The six ball is a lot of weight for a player Frankie's speed. It's an easy run out for him. Now with the eight ball, I'd bet the other way. The seven is a toss up.
vagabond said:
You better play real good too. It won't help a B player.
vagabond said:
Very interesting handicap that Frankie is getting. He is, without a doubt, a very strong breaker. Getting the 6 provides an abundance of opportunities for him to get out.
Personally, I think this match-up leans in Frankie's favor.
Team McCready has locked horns with Frankie on more than one occasion in games of stake, and Frankie knows how to match up just fine, and I like his end. JMHO, FWIW.
Do I dare say it? Please forgive me, but since today is the 4th and my Nation's birthday, I think I will. USA, all the way!
Go Frankie, go! 
JAM
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i left at around 2:00 and frankie was up 3 games. they said he was up 12 at one time.
JAM said:
I wonder how the Leo ( Frankie) took and handled Aries (keith`s) one liners.I am more interested in the interactions of these two Zodiac signs on the pool table when money was invoved. I am also interested in the iteractions of aries with scorpio pool players.Do you mind posting some high lights of those match ups.
vagabond said:
THat would be an interesting matchup- the jabber race- I say it is dead even.
Nice shirt too, Frankie. Classy.
vagabond said:
Oh, man, I've got a few tales of Hernandez vs. McCready.
Here's a cute story, one which has a Lessons Learned encompassed within it.
When Keith and I first got together, I was, shall we say, a little green when it came to action, McCready style. We were at the Super Billiards Expo in Valley Forge, Pennsylvania, and the place was jumping, especially at the designated Action Table. The list to challenge the Action Table was at least 30 deep, and if you didn't hold the table when you got your chance, the wait on the sidelines was excruciating for the action-hungry contenders.
We were holding about a fat nickel, and Keith, as he is wont to doing, began to bark at Frankie Hernandez. Back and forth they went, like two male pitbulls, getting heated at times. The crowd loved it and hung onto their every word. I was watching the barkfest from afar, when suddenly Keith emerges from the huge huddle. He walks over to me, pulls me aside, and says, "We got a game. Go round up a thousand dollars, and hurry up." I looked at him in disbelief, "WTF! You make a game without having the stake? How am I supposed to get the monies?" "Well," he said, "he wouldn't play for no less than $1,500. Hurry up," and then Keith went back to stall for time while I attempt to get the stake money.
I had never even heard of a backers committee, especially forming one after the game has already been set in stone. Meanwhile, it was one of the funniest sights I'd ever seen when the crowd swished over to another table, away from the Action Table, like a swarm of bees, following Keith like the Piped Piper, and the side-betting was building up to a fever pitch.
I go up to Jamie McWhorter (cue-maker), a man I had just met, who knew Keith from California and asked him if he wanted a piece of Keith's action. He said sure, much to my surprise, and gave me a few C-notes. Then I saw an old buddy of mine from days gone by named Scotty Boggs. I said, "Scotty, Keith's getting ready to play Frankie on the bar box. You want some of Keith's action?," to which Scottie replied, "Not really. I like Frankie on the bar box." Now I'm beginning to have doubts and was wondering if I could get the rest of the dough. However, I got it, a boodle consisting of twenties, fifties, and C-notes. Mission accomplished!
I counted the money three separate times, laying it all out in front of me, so many hundreds, so many fifties, and so many twenties, wanting to be ABSOLUTELY sure of the correct count. The money was right. I moseyed on over to the designated table, fighting my way through the crowd, and presented Keith his bankroll. Frankie immediately states he wants somebody to hold the post monies, and Keith agreed to let Frankie's stakehorse hold it.
The stakehorse takes the cheese and walks away to count it. Well, wouldn't you just know it that when the stakehorse got our $1,500, the monies which I counted three individual times, he returns and states, "It's a 100 short." I was livid and pissed. I knew we were getting the proverbial short end of the stick right then and there, but I came with a hundred-dollar bill that I had tucked in my wallet for emergencies.
Frankie broke the balls like a cannon, BOOM, and the balls flew in the holes. They were playing even, and the set was over in no time, a much shorter time than it took me to form the backers committee.
The moral of the story? Don't ever bark unless you have the cheese to back up your bite in your pocket. Know your opponent's strengths as well as his weaknesses, which in this case was Frankie's break, and secondly, don't EVER, EVER, EVER allow an opponent to take your post and count it in private. You may just come up a little short, like Keith did on both counts in this match-up.
I still love ya', Frankie, as I know you read this forum!
JAM
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Here's the status:
They decided when they began playing that they would stop after 15 hours, if no one was 15-ahead yet. The person in the lead would get $400 per rack ahead.
At 8:00am, Orcullo was up 10-ahead and Frankie's backers pulled out. Frankie wanted to keep playing, although I don't know why. He was getting schooled. Orcullo ends up $4000 for the night.
Meanwhile, on the adjacent table Shin Park and Warren Kiamco were playing races to 13. They were playing 10-ball, with Park getting the 9. Kiamco won both sets, with the last going to the hill. I think they were playing for $2K, but I am not positive.
From what I hear, they'll be back tonight at 11pm to match up with The Mexican (aka Ignacio Chavez).
They decided when they began playing that they would stop after 15 hours, if no one was 15-ahead yet. The person in the lead would get $400 per rack ahead.
At 8:00am, Orcullo was up 10-ahead and Frankie's backers pulled out. Frankie wanted to keep playing, although I don't know why. He was getting schooled. Orcullo ends up $4000 for the night.
Meanwhile, on the adjacent table Shin Park and Warren Kiamco were playing races to 13. They were playing 10-ball, with Park getting the 9. Kiamco won both sets, with the last going to the hill. I think they were playing for $2K, but I am not positive.
From what I hear, they'll be back tonight at 11pm to match up with The Mexican (aka Ignacio Chavez).
Oh, and for those who are interested in the match itself: It was played on a tight-pocket table at Master Billiards. The pockets are approx 4", perhaps a tiny bit less. This makes giving up the 6-ball even bigger. Dennis was splitting pockets and driving balls down rails into tiny pockets, as if he were playing on a bucket. If you didn't know it was a super tight pocket table, you'd have thought the game was easy.
He was banking, combo'ing, kicking, and shooting like the world class player/gambler that he is. I'd say 99% of the guys in the room who had no idea who he was (or who Warren Kiamco was, beating Shin Park for the second night in a row on the adjacent table). But when the set finished, they said he was the best they'd ever seen. For the life of them they couldn't remember his name, and kept thinking he was Chinese... but that's NYC for ya.
I watched the match from around 7pm, until they ended at 8am (started at 5pm). One of the things that I give Dennis a lot of respect for is his comeback. Frankie Hernandez won the FIRST 9 GAMES! Dennis clawed his way back, and it wasn't until around 12:30am that he finally got any sort of a lead. Then it was pretty much even, no one getting more than a few games a head for a few hours.
Around 6am or so Dennis gets that second wind and all of a sudden he's up 10 games. The closest he got to ending the match was up 12, but he only managed this a few times around 7:15am. So with it so late, he didn't have much time to get those last few games up on Frankie for all the cash.
He was banking, combo'ing, kicking, and shooting like the world class player/gambler that he is. I'd say 99% of the guys in the room who had no idea who he was (or who Warren Kiamco was, beating Shin Park for the second night in a row on the adjacent table). But when the set finished, they said he was the best they'd ever seen. For the life of them they couldn't remember his name, and kept thinking he was Chinese... but that's NYC for ya.
I watched the match from around 7pm, until they ended at 8am (started at 5pm). One of the things that I give Dennis a lot of respect for is his comeback. Frankie Hernandez won the FIRST 9 GAMES! Dennis clawed his way back, and it wasn't until around 12:30am that he finally got any sort of a lead. Then it was pretty much even, no one getting more than a few games a head for a few hours.
Around 6am or so Dennis gets that second wind and all of a sudden he's up 10 games. The closest he got to ending the match was up 12, but he only managed this a few times around 7:15am. So with it so late, he didn't have much time to get those last few games up on Frankie for all the cash.
JAM said:Oh, man, I've got a few tales of Hernandez vs. McCready.
The stakehorse takes the cheese and walks away to count it. Know your .
JAM
Thanks for sharing the experience.
I am surprised to know that the steakHorse had the nerve to walk away to count it.I am more surprised at keith allowing that.
vagabond said:Thanks for sharing the experience.
I am surprised to know that the steakHorse had the nerve to walk away to count it.I am more surprised at keith allowing that.
There's a little more to the story at this juncture. It was pure chaos, about 250 to 300 people crammed like sardines around this little bar box.
I had to fight my way through the crowd and received several snarls and angry stares from the standing railbirds, not knowing who I was as I pushed forward full steam ahead wanting to step foot in the pit to hand Keith his monies.
As soon as I did, Keith tells Frankie to let the games begin. Frankie immediately objects to having Keith hold his own monies. I insert myself and said that I would hold Keith's monies, to which Frankie emphatically stated no way, as he had never seen me before and didn't know me.
A back-and-forth colloquy ensued about who was going to hold the post. Finally, Keith agrees to let Frankie's stakehorse hold it, just to get the thing in motion. Keith's nostrils were wide open at this point, and the crowd was getting restless.
Fool me once, but never fool me twice. It won't ever happen again on my watch!
JAM
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jimmyg said:
I've kind of developed a soft spot in my heart for Frankie. His demeanor at every tournament is always the same, with that trademark Chestshire Cat grin on his face. Whether he's dressed in a T-shirt and shorts or slacks and a long-sleeved shirt, he's got a sense of style about him, all the way down to his manicured nails. Must be a Yankee thing because I haven't seen very many Southern men with polished nails and perfect eyebrows.
Having said that, though, Frankie is a man of action, and at just about every event I have attended, he has never been afraid to step up to the plate and play some. You gotta love him for his gamble! It's thrilling to watch, speaking as a professional railbird!
JAM
