rick or rickey simpson

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getsome01

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anyone other than the guys from mississippi ever hear of him? and what level do you think he played?
 
I know/knew Ricky. He had a pool hall in Stonewall Mississippi. He then opened a room with his brother in Meridian, MS. I don't know if it is still around. I have not been around that area in a very long time. However, about 10 years ago, he was probably about the 4th best player in MS behind Reed Pierce, Little Jon, and Buster Merchant. I played in his tournaments all of the time and he was always good for some action and an extremely helpful and nice guy. I have no idea how he plays now but back in the day he could beat almost anyone.

By the way, he plays with a "slip stroke". I haven't read that thread but just thought I would mention that.
 
My buddy Humphrey took David G over there & matched up with him..Hump wanted to bet it up but they agreed to play a race to 9 for $100 and Ricky beat David 9-0 and hump asked if they could bet more on 2nd set and Ricky says no $100 is fine...Hump said he knew he was in the wrong place then..lol..but Yes Ricky can play.
 
Yep, I remember when I played Ricky. It was night with a nip in the air. We were playing on a 9" Gold Crown that was affixed to a raft. We made a deal that the first one to 250 can decide where we land the raft. Then the funniest thing happened, a hurricane, Hurricane Aunt Jemima (Cat 6) hit. Well we played but leaves were not going our way. When we lost the cue ball, we decided to head to shore and write down our story. We found land and crawled under some brush for protection. 3 days later we awoke and found we were in Cincinati. You should have seen the look on the faces of the Amish that found us...but that's another story.
 
NewStroke said:
Yep, I remember when I played Ricky. It was night with a nip in the air. We were playing on a 9" Gold Crown that was affixed to a raft. We made a deal that the first one to 250 can decide where we land the raft. Then the funniest thing happened, a hurricane, Hurricane Aunt Jemima (Cat 6) hit. Well we played but leaves were not going our way. When we lost the cue ball, we decided to head to shore and write down our story. We found land and crawled under some brush for protection. 3 days later we awoke and found we were in Cincinati. You should have seen the look on the faces of the Amish that found us...but that's another story.
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:eek: Hahhahahhahahahaaa!!!!
 
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