Interesting story. :grin-square:
Keith had a room in Reno, sharing it with LilJon, but for whatever reason, he gave his bed up to Pots and Pans and left the hotel with Scotty. What they did, where they stayed, and what happened this week still is a mystery to me. And it may be better left a mystery.
What I remember most about IPT Reno was the players did not get paid at the end of the tournament. They were given the ol' "check's in the mail" routine. Of course, I did not believe Keith when he told me this on the telephone, thinking he gambled his tournament monies away. Keith sold his IPT tournament monies to Billy Incardona for, I think, 10 or 15 percent, and Billy paid Keith whatever he had coming. Keith was the only IPT player who came home with some money, thanks to Billy.
I know that Keith and Scotty were really good friends. I never realized how much until Scotty's wife passed away from cancer a few years ago. Keith called up Scotty to express his sorrow, and Scotty was a wreck. He was emotionally distraught. He tried to hold it together for his family, but behind the scenes, he was having difficulties accepting the tremendous loss. She was his true love in life, and Scotty was hurting. :frown:
Scotty and Keith hadn't seen each other since the above-referenced IPT Reno event, and even though they were always miles and miles apart for most of the last decade, the bond between them was strong. Without hesitation, Keith asked me to drive to the nearest Western Union right way. He wired Scotty $500 to help him get through this difficult time. He knew Scotty would never ask for help, and he told me this is what friends do for each other. Scotty cried when Keith did this. It was a tender moment between the two of them that I witnessed. Money cannot buy happiness, but it can ease the pain when a good friend is in need and suffering.
I'm not sure I want to know any more about the IPT Reno tournament with the Dynamic Duo of Scotty and Keith, but it was nice reading this gambling story.
Keith has a ton of Scotty stories. I'll see if I can get him to post one in this thread later in the day.
Very sad to hear the news of Scotty's passing
I had the pleasure of hearing the bridge story right out of
Scotty's mouth, with that cool accent. There's no way that
reading it could even compare, but reading it would be
great, too. I'll spare most of the details that I remember, but
throw in a few. There were 6 or 8 of us hanging around
outside of a tournament drinking beer and moonshine. Each
one of us was feeling good and Scotty's stories had everyone
enthralled. When he got to the part where he was about to
jump, he said to the guys he bet with, "When I jump, you just
go ahead and hand her the money. Because the bet was if
I'd jump or not, not whether I'll live through it".
That was the only night and weekend I ever had the pleasure
of meeting, hearing, and getting to know Scotty. I can truly say
that he left a lasting impression on me and was a one of a kind,
pool world or no pool world.
Rest in peace, Scotty, you'll most certainly be missed
