Another thread gave me this idea (Thanks Greg, I love my mom too).
In 44 years of playing, my Mother has NEVER SEEN me play. She has weathered all the Pool times I have been through, from the first learning stages and being obsessed with the sport, skipping out of church on Sundays to run down to Klines in Dodge City to get some playing time in before church was over, and having to hurry back so my folks would not know (we had a balcony in my church ... lol), to playing 6-8 hours most weekdays, and more on the weekends.
My hands used to get so blue that my mom made me stick my fingers in the clorox bottle to get them back to normal ...lol
Although my mother was aware that I gambled, she did not know the extint of it or how much I did it, and for good reason. She was there when I won my first tournament, put up with my incessant talking about Pool when she didn't know what I was talking about, and just loved me regardless. She had to listen my enthusiasm of playing against a few pros, my exhibition match with Willie Mosconi who is one of my Pool idols, and imagine this, she did not even know who Buddy Hall is when I rambled on and on about playing him some Pool. All the while, she just nodded and smiled, and could not figure out why my love for this sport was so very important to me.
She was extremely happy when I decided many years ago in Houston to go ahead and get my college education instead of trying to turn Pro in my early 20's. She has issued words of caution over the years for it not to detract me from other goals in life.
She was there, and listened to me about all the times I have been to Nationals (VNEA and BCA), talking about the events and all the great players from our country and others. Although I feel that the twilight years of my playing time has been entered, she listened and was so happy for me when I won 3 good tournaments in a row 3 years ago, including the Kansas State BCA 8 ball championship, and she was real proud of my accomplishment.
My Mother is a special woman, Bonnie is her name, she turned 84 on June 25th, and she has 2 knee replacements she has had for years. Most people that don't know her think she is about 70. She has the viltality is a woman much much younger than her years. I have gotten to spend more time with my mom in the recent years past, and I thank God all the time for that time.
Yesterday, I had a wonderful time with Mom, as I do all the time. We went to the Botanical Gardens here early in the morning, and roamed through all the gardens, getting ideas for her flower gardens. One of the men gave her a runner off a hanging plant she really liked. We did some shopping, had lunch together, and just kind of ran around together doing odds and ends. Ever since my early 40's, my mother has been more than just a mom to me. After Dad passed away 18 years ago, and I went though a very traumatic divorce, we starfted talking and talking and my mom also became a friend besides just a Mom. We talked about things I wouldn't have shared with her before, and she talked to me about her and Dad's relationship. It has drawn us even closer to each other.
Yesterday, my mom told me that I probably should have turned professional so many years ago, but that it was so very hard to live on that type of life back then.
Thanks Mom, for being there and listening to me all these years. I love you, and I bet you never thought you would be a Poolplayer's Mom, so many years ago.
I am going to take you to a tournament with me real soon.
In 44 years of playing, my Mother has NEVER SEEN me play. She has weathered all the Pool times I have been through, from the first learning stages and being obsessed with the sport, skipping out of church on Sundays to run down to Klines in Dodge City to get some playing time in before church was over, and having to hurry back so my folks would not know (we had a balcony in my church ... lol), to playing 6-8 hours most weekdays, and more on the weekends.
My hands used to get so blue that my mom made me stick my fingers in the clorox bottle to get them back to normal ...lol
Although my mother was aware that I gambled, she did not know the extint of it or how much I did it, and for good reason. She was there when I won my first tournament, put up with my incessant talking about Pool when she didn't know what I was talking about, and just loved me regardless. She had to listen my enthusiasm of playing against a few pros, my exhibition match with Willie Mosconi who is one of my Pool idols, and imagine this, she did not even know who Buddy Hall is when I rambled on and on about playing him some Pool. All the while, she just nodded and smiled, and could not figure out why my love for this sport was so very important to me.
She was extremely happy when I decided many years ago in Houston to go ahead and get my college education instead of trying to turn Pro in my early 20's. She has issued words of caution over the years for it not to detract me from other goals in life.
She was there, and listened to me about all the times I have been to Nationals (VNEA and BCA), talking about the events and all the great players from our country and others. Although I feel that the twilight years of my playing time has been entered, she listened and was so happy for me when I won 3 good tournaments in a row 3 years ago, including the Kansas State BCA 8 ball championship, and she was real proud of my accomplishment.
My Mother is a special woman, Bonnie is her name, she turned 84 on June 25th, and she has 2 knee replacements she has had for years. Most people that don't know her think she is about 70. She has the viltality is a woman much much younger than her years. I have gotten to spend more time with my mom in the recent years past, and I thank God all the time for that time.
Yesterday, I had a wonderful time with Mom, as I do all the time. We went to the Botanical Gardens here early in the morning, and roamed through all the gardens, getting ideas for her flower gardens. One of the men gave her a runner off a hanging plant she really liked. We did some shopping, had lunch together, and just kind of ran around together doing odds and ends. Ever since my early 40's, my mother has been more than just a mom to me. After Dad passed away 18 years ago, and I went though a very traumatic divorce, we starfted talking and talking and my mom also became a friend besides just a Mom. We talked about things I wouldn't have shared with her before, and she talked to me about her and Dad's relationship. It has drawn us even closer to each other.
Yesterday, my mom told me that I probably should have turned professional so many years ago, but that it was so very hard to live on that type of life back then.
Thanks Mom, for being there and listening to me all these years. I love you, and I bet you never thought you would be a Poolplayer's Mom, so many years ago.
I am going to take you to a tournament with me real soon.
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