Just wondering if anyone knew what ever happen to Joe Root. He was a pretty good player from NC and co-owed a pool home in Rocky Mount at one time. Have not heard from him in years.
Also, how about Pete Horn...I played him once and he beat the socks off me.
And my favorite player to watch...Tony Watson....
Just remembering the good old days..
My Tony Watson story:
I was in Reno in 86 or 87, was Tony’s first trip to Reno he was with Johnny Archer, I was around 20 years old. Tony I’d guess was 17-18 at the time. The Sands didn’t care if your were under age back then.
I had been playing pool for a couple years and was doing ok, I had seen Johnny in Reno the year or tourney before and knew how he played. I figured Tony to play real strong. I was moving up in pool-but I knew I wasn’t anything special. However I had been winning a good bit and decided to take a shot.
So I was down in the tourney room late on maybe the 2nd night we were there. I saw Tony and asked to play, he wasn’t sure what to do-he was green as grass. I wasn’t. He said “Hold on” he went over to someone and they looked at me and decided it was ok for Tony to play me a $50 race to 9. They watched the first few racks to make sure he had the best of it……
Anyways I lost 9-3 as I recall, I’m pretty certain that was the score. He shot my nuts off, I said thanks and they took the $ off the light or where ever we posted it. I realized then that I had no chance of ever making it in pool as a top player. I knew I had way the worst of it. I didn’t know it was gonna be that bad.
I’ve taken other shots like that again over the years. That was probably the first “shot” I took. I didn’t care about the $50. I just wondered how I’d do.
Funny thing fast forward from 86 to 2008 and a kid asked me to play at the Derby same situation. We played $50 sets and I robbed him. Of course I was never near the player Tony was, but I won as easy as Tony beat me. After I asked the kid “why did you play me?”. He said “I just wondered how I’d do?”.
What took Tony a few years or less took me decades and I never could carry his chalk let alone be the player he is/was. But it went full circle in an odd way. The kid knew I was “Fatboy” and wanted a war story of his own.
I’ll never claim to be a great player, but I’ve been lucky to become what ever I have in pool. Having a nickname and a bit of acknowledgment in our world is pretty cool. However I’d prefer to be a better player.
That my story for the night
Maybe Tony will see this. Thx man, respect
Fatboy