There is no doubt that he likes your style. Whether he can teach is another question. Best of luck in your journey.
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There is no doubt that he likes your style. Whether he can teach is another question. Best of luck in your journey.
Thank you! I enjoyed watching you the other day. Congratulations on the win!
He may simply be angry at himself.
As we grow older our eyes dim, our legs weaken (remember that a good stoke requires a solid foundation), and if it weren't for gravity we'd piss in our own faces.
Get what you can from his instruction and be grateful. You'll have to take his place someday. :smile:
As we grow older our eyes dim, our legs weaken (remember that a good stoke requires a solid foundation), and if it weren't for gravity we'd piss in our own faces.
Get what you can from his instruction and be grateful. You'll have to take his place someday. :smile:
Hey Hu, what's the haps? :smile:
I was at Fort LW in Missouri for a summer (2001) for training for the Air National Guard.
I met an old timer at the hall just off post. He went by Mortie as his last name was Mortimer. (I have no idea if the spelling is correct.) I don't know how old he was, but I do know he was drawing a meager retirement from Social Security.
I enjoyed his stories tremendously. He was a decorated Korean war vet and had been a middle weight boxer (top ten by his recollection). As evidence of his boxing, he would flatten his nose to show that it had been destroyed in the ring. He also had arthritis.
I noticed that the youngsters in the room typically avoided him. For one thing, they preferred the 7-footers. I always found Mortie on one of the two 9-footers. Second, I eventually figured out that he had hurt a lot of egos with his play. One of those egos belonged to a former "student."
I always offered to cover table time, but he wouldn't accept. I was an okay league player who didn't care for 9 ball, so we would start by playing a 9 ball race to 5 for table time. I felt good when I won 2 or 3 games. After he destroyed me, we would switch to one pocket. He still beat on me, but I was a little more competitive.
He hated charity, but I managed to persuade him to join me to check out another pool hall. We had dinner and then I took my licks.
At one point, Mortie was a cab driver. He drove a group to the Ozarks and they gave him $100 to hang out for an hour and then drive them to the airport. He found a pool table and the little guy playing offered to play Mortie banks for $100 a game. Mortie told him he only had an hour and proceeded to take $200 from the guy. He then left amid the protests. He claimed that later on he discovered that he had played Nick Varner.
All I can say now is that I wish I had spent more than 90 days in the area.
I met an old timer at the hall just off post. He went by Mortie as his last name was Mortimer. (I have no idea if the spelling is correct.) I don't know how old he was, but I do know he was drawing a meager retirement from Social Security.
I enjoyed his stories tremendously. He was a decorated Korean war vet and had been a middle weight boxer (top ten by his recollection). As evidence of his boxing, he would flatten his nose to show that it had been destroyed in the ring. He also had arthritis.
I noticed that the youngsters in the room typically avoided him. For one thing, they preferred the 7-footers. I always found Mortie on one of the two 9-footers. Second, I eventually figured out that he had hurt a lot of egos with his play. One of those egos belonged to a former "student."
I always offered to cover table time, but he wouldn't accept. I was an okay league player who didn't care for 9 ball, so we would start by playing a 9 ball race to 5 for table time. I felt good when I won 2 or 3 games. After he destroyed me, we would switch to one pocket. He still beat on me, but I was a little more competitive.
He hated charity, but I managed to persuade him to join me to check out another pool hall. We had dinner and then I took my licks.
At one point, Mortie was a cab driver. He drove a group to the Ozarks and they gave him $100 to hang out for an hour and then drive them to the airport. He found a pool table and the little guy playing offered to play Mortie banks for $100 a game. Mortie told him he only had an hour and proceeded to take $200 from the guy. He then left amid the protests. He claimed that later on he discovered that he had played Nick Varner.
All I can say now is that I wish I had spent more than 90 days in the area.
I think I know that guy
Okie... I think I know who you are talking about. When Trueloves was still open, he would tell stories of the days past, and I was more than willing to just sit and listen. I still enjoy seeing him at Joe's and take every opportunity to say "hi". He definitly has a lot to offer.
~Chad
Okie... I think I know who you are talking about. When Trueloves was still open, he would tell stories of the days past, and I was more than willing to just sit and listen. I still enjoy seeing him at Joe's and take every opportunity to say "hi". He definitly has a lot to offer.
~Chad