Some one post a picture of waterdog
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I'd occasionally cross his path in SF, often at a bar on Union Street called The Bus Stop -- two eight foot tables in the back and a lot of attorneys and brokers happy to play $25 a game 8ball to pass the time. All the hustlers would be lined up along the wall waiting for their quarter to come up.
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Picture skinnier and with long hair in his heyday.
Lou Figueroa
He hung out for several weeks a few different times in the early 70's in East Detroit at a room I went to most everyday. He was skinny and shoulder length curly hair. I recall him doing a lot of resting on the couch there. Never saw him play. He was quiet and sadly, having real serious substance use issues then.
He came into my room in Bakersfield in the early 70's. He was high on LSD and was wearing a T-Shirt that had a really nice hand drawn color picture of the solar system on it. We played 9-Ball and I busted him. Sometime during the game he told me about the acid he had taken earlier that day. He played crazy, shooting all kinds of wild shots, and talking about them while he was shooting. He would say weird stuff, like "I'm going to make the Earth collide with the Moon." I had no idea who he was at that time. He was friendly as could be for a guy who lost all his money. Afterwards he asked for $10 and I gave it to him. He told me his name was Waterdog and sometime later I found out he had beaten almost everyone he played in L.A. before coming to Bakersfield. If he hadn't have been so high, there is no way I could have beaten him.
We never played again but crossed paths several times. He was always friendly to me and laughed about the time we gambled in my poolroom. There was only one Waterdog. He was an American original. I think he got that name because he was from Waterbury, CT.
One other story he told me once. He was broke and sitting on a street corner next to a bank. A businessman in a suit walked out and slipped an envelope into his inner jacket pocket, only it slipped down through his jacket and fell to the ground. The Dog jumped up and grabbed the envelope laying on the sidewalk. Inside was $2,000! He told me he stayed high for the next month and had his own motel room. For him this was one of the highlights of his life.
We never played again but crossed paths several times. He was always friendly to me and laughed about the time we gambled in my poolroom. There was only one Waterdog. He was an American original. I think he got that name because he was from Waterbury, CT.
One other story he told me once. He was broke and sitting on a street corner next to a bank. A businessman in a suit walked out and slipped an envelope into his inner jacket pocket, only it slipped down through his jacket and fell to the ground. The Dog jumped up and grabbed the envelope laying on the sidewalk. Inside was $2,000! He told me he stayed high for the next month and had his own motel room. For him this was one of the highlights of his life.
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Picture a skinny hippie looking guy with long straight brown hair and a beard. Usually wearing sandals, old tee shirt and blue jeans. Home made tats on up and down both arms, yellow fingers smoking a cigarette.
Don was a top player when his mixture was right. Played him a couple of times in Chicago. Always a straight up guy. Never hid his speed, but played better after he went to use the can. He'd beeline back to the table and start running balls. :smile:
Best,
Mike
Don was a top player when his mixture was right. Played him a couple of times in Chicago. Always a straight up guy. Never hid his speed, but played better after he went to use the can. He'd beeline back to the table and start running balls. :smile:
Best,
Mike