Banks.
Good grief, but he could bank…!
One of the finest men I ever met in the pool world. Never heard anyone say a bad word about him. Willie was able to make a living for more than four decades playing pool, primarily as a tournament player, playing tourneys both big and small. That alone was a rarity back then. Yes, he did gamble if the opportunity presented itself.
We only played once. It was the Dayton tournament in the early 70’s. We were both young men back then, at the peak of our game. I played him in the Bank Pool division, an early round match. Even though I grew up playing in that pool hall (Joe Burns place), I was listed as coming from Bakersfield, CA.
Willie had no idea who I was and I only knew his name. What he didn’t know was that I had been schooled right here for years by some of the best Bankers in the country. I had a lot of confidence in my Bank game and had already beat several road men in my poolroom playing Banks.
Willie watched me warm up a little, while I was just getting a feel for the table, missing more than I made. I really didn’t know how strong he played. As we prepared to lag he casually asked me if I would like a small wager on the match. I declined at first, just wanting to concentrate on winning the match. But then he offered me five on the wire, and we were going to 23 (best of three racks). I couldn’t pass that up and asked him how much he wanted to bet, and he responded “How about 50?”
Our match started slow with some safety play, but it loosened up fast after I made the first long rail bank. I just got zeroed in and rained banks on him, hitting him with twos, threes and maybe a four or two. It was over fairly quickly with me winning 23-12. Willie looked stunned and I wasn’t sure if I going to get paid. I really didn’t know him and he was a big man.
I watched him put his cue away, not saying a word. Then he walked over to me with his hand out. He shook my hand and said “I had no idea you played that well.” In his hand was a fifty dollar bill.
From that day on Willie and I were friends and had many good conversations whenever our paths crossed and even shared a meal or two. I can’t tell you how many times he reminded me about our Bank pool match, laughing as he said he didn’t want any more of that.
I loved Willie Munson! I miss his smiling face right now. He was my friend.