I had about ½ the money in my pocket bet on a guy one night (I was just a rail bird that night), they played a long race of 9B for $500 to $700 a side in the late 80’s was probably 10-12 guys betting on each side in Stockton Ca. When pool was a “pool” of money bet on each side plus what ever the 2 players were betting. There was no dump.
Anyways the guy I bet on Purse Snatcher his real name was Al, can’t recall his last name was way behind. I was sure I lost my money, somehow Snatch made a come back to hill/hill. He said “hill/hill my speciality”. I remember this like it was last week. He breaks and is running out from nowhere. This is B+ player pool, in action every night, but far from shortstops or pro’s.
Snatch gets perfect on the 9 after a brutal break and run, I can’t remember who he was playing but to everyone’s surprise he didn’t conceded the 9B which was 2” off the short rail 8” from the CB and 8” from the pocket. Impossible to miss. Snatch looked at him, he said “shoot”, it was a tap in.
“Ok I see, I get it” Snatch said as he was pissed off and he walked to the bathroom for 5 minutes or longer. He walked away to stall the guy, anyways I’m certain everyone who has read this has figured it out. Snatch gets back from the bathroom shoots the 9B and hangs it in a 4.75” shallow shelf Rebco table. It’s almost impossible to hang a ball like that.
Fatboy lost ½ his bankroll
Was 1-130 am so no more action there that night.
Moral of the story, shoot the important shot THEN go take a break. At least that night maybe in 14.1 it’s different. “Case game my specialty” my ass…..
The chronicles will continue
Best
Fatboy