Some are no longer with us, but new ones are popping up every day and yes, they are making memories right now, just like the great one John Brumback shared.
JoeyA
The first time I met CJ Wiley..funny story
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Some are no longer with us, but new ones are popping up every day and yes, they are making memories right now, just like the great one John Brumback shared.
JoeyA
=CJ Wiley;5041738]I knew we would play, although I was probably hoping to catch a few other players first. We had the line on you, (from Corbin Ky) in the section of my "spot book" marked "Dangerous".
man".
Corbin, Kentucky....had to be the great steer man/backer by the name of Burl Gabbard! Now that man knew were the action was!
man".
Corbin, Kentucky....had to be the great steer man/backer by the name of Burl Gabbard! Now that man knew were the action was!
Yep, they were Olhausen tables. I think Oliver's is still there.
Can you give us an idea of how your money matches went against the likes of Breedlove, Daulton, Spaeth, Jarvis, and Hines?
lot of action there across from the original Kentucky Fried Chicken
Burl has always treated me like family, he had his "finger on the pulse" of all the action. .
I've known him for over 30 years, first met when "Omaha John" and I went to Corbin. There was a lot of action there across from the original Kentucky Fried Chicken ("Colonel Sanders) used to hang out in the pool room they said.
=CJ Wiley;5041738]I knew we would play, although I was probably hoping to catch a few other players first. We had the line on you, (from Corbin Ky) in the section of my "spot book" marked "Dangerous".
man".
Corbin, Kentucky....had to be the great steer man/backer by the name of Burl Gabbard! Now that man knew were the action was!
Burl has always treated me like family, he had his "finger on the pulse" of all the action. .
I've known him for over 30 years, first met when "Omaha John" and I went to Corbin. There was a lot of action there across from the original Kentucky Fried Chicken ("Colonel Sanders) used to hang out in the pool room they said.
I've known him for over 30 years, first met when "Omaha John" and I went to Corbin. There was a lot of action there across from the original Kentucky Fried Chicken ("Colonel Sanders) used to hang out in the pool room they said.[/QUOTE]
Corbin Nick, Rossi, Burl and a host of other characters at the FAD poolroom. A great pool player friend of mine and Uwate's from Miami, Tom Brown got in action there and made about $800. However someone broke into his car and stole his suitcase. I told him it would be hard to find the culprits as no one in Kentucky would wear his clothes (think Miami Vice) LOL.
Corbin Nick, Rossi, Burl and a host of other characters at the FAD poolroom. A great pool player friend of mine and Uwate's from Miami, Tom Brown got in action there and made about $800. However someone broke into his car and stole his suitcase. I told him it would be hard to find the culprits as no one in Kentucky would wear his clothes (think Miami Vice) LOL.
I do remember one guy around Kentucky they called "The German", not sure if it was the same one. I know Keith McCready did a stint in Corbin with Berle steering him. The book on Cornbread featured Berle prominently and I actually bought the book at Berle's Knoxville Billiard Club from Susie. I had a player from Florida and we were looking for action and Berle made a call and got us a game. I remember he had a picture of you on the wall and you had wrote a nice message on it.
Was the German's name Monfrey or something along those lines? I think he spent some time here in Morristown too.
That was paradise for a 21 year old kid that loved to play pool.
Yes it was something like that and I know he did go to Frank Seal's place. Were you there when I had my motor home parked out front?
I beat Frank out of 16k - he then gave me a key to his pool room and let me plug my Pace Arrow into his electricity. That was paradise for a 21 year old kid that loved to play pool.
Wade was around there, and also Jack Coony stayed around for months.
What an action place that was, hard to believe how many gamblers gathered there.
Yes it was something like that and I know he did go to Frank Seal's place. Were you there when I had my motor home parked out front?
I beat Frank out of 16k - he then gave me a key to his pool room and let me plug my Pace Arrow into his electricity. That was paradise for a 21 year old kid that loved to play pool.
Wade was around there, and also Jack Coony stayed around for months.
What an action place that was, hard to believe how many gamblers gathered there.
CJ,someone just the other day told me that "Monfreid (sp) the German" still owns a strip club right there on Winchester road down from the old All Star pool room,in Lex,ky. They said he only plays poker now a days.
He came over here from Germany without 2 nickles.I think he has done pretty good for himself.
Did you know he was the German fooz ball Champion? I saw him do stuff on the fooz ball table that I wouldn't believed if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes!!
Guy's a lil crazy but has a lot of heart. I've been on the road with him a few times
JB
Glad to hear he's still around and doing well
Yes, I remember he was a Foosball champion, that's one of my best games as well. When I lived in Tampa Florida there were several champions and I used to hang abound and play with them (Johnny Horton, Mike Green, etc.). Where I come from (Green City Mo) fooseball was a really popular game, of course this was 1976.
'The German" is an intense player, that's for sure. I gave him the 8 Ball at the FAD in Corbin and beat him after playing for several hours. He was not a happy camper and went out the front door - someone came in and said "who's the guy outside beating his head against the wall?"
He came back in with blood dripping down his forehead. It really wasn't that big of a deal, back in those days it wasn't unusual to play a game that was like "beating your head against a wall." I've done it many, many times.
Glad to hear he's still around and doing well, I had a feeling you would know him. I bet you also know a guy named Eddie Moore, have you two played much in the past?
CJ,someone just the other day told me that "Monfreid (sp) the German" still owns a strip club right there on Winchester road down from the old All Star pool room,in Lex,ky. They said he only plays poker now a days.
He came over here from Germany without 2 nickles.I think he has done pretty good for himself.
Did you know he was the German fooz ball Champion? I saw him do stuff on the fooz ball table that I wouldn't believed if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes!!
Guy's a lil crazy but has a lot of heart. I've been on the road with him a few times
Yes, I remember he was a Foosball champion, that's one of my best games as well. When I lived in Tampa Florida there were several champions and I used to hang abound and play with them (Johnny Horton, Mike Green, etc.). Where I come from (Green City Mo) fooseball was a really popular game, of course this was 1976.
'The German" is an intense player, that's for sure. I gave him the 8 Ball at the FAD in Corbin and beat him after playing for several hours. He was not a happy camper and went out the front door - someone came in and said "who's the guy outside beating his head against the wall?"
He came back in with blood dripping down his forehead. It really wasn't that big of a deal, back in those days it wasn't unusual to play a game that was like "beating your head against a wall."
I've done it many, many times. Glad to hear he's still around and doing well, I had a feeling you would know him. I bet you also know a guy named Eddie Moore, have you two played much in the past?
No I wasn't there, it was a few years before I started playing. I knew Frank and his son Wayne very well and heard a ton of stories about that place. I think it was called the Miss Cue and your name always came up a lot.
I ran around that area with a couple of players that had been shot by their wives.
It's too bad about Frank, he was a good man. I knew Wayne too, he was handling the vending business when I was around your area.
I ran around that area with a couple of players that had been shot by their wives. What's up with that, are the women around there that mean, or just shoot straighter than others?
It's too bad about Frank, he was a good man. I knew Wayne too, he was handling the vending business when I was around your area.
I ran around that area with a couple of players that had been shot by their wives. What's up with that, are the women around there that mean, or just shoot straighter than others?
Frank's wife was crazy and Frank had a wondering eye...that's a bad combination. She had shot him once years before she killed him.
CJ,I got there late and the party was over:frown:
Let me tell ya what happened my first and last time I was there.
By the time I went there to play Frank,all you guys had done already been there for months.
So with that being said, I walk in at the right time and he's there, I don't think he knew
who I was or maybe he just didn't care but he did figure that I was there to beat out of some $ playing pool.
Well it didn't take long and we were playing.I was giving him 8 to 6 banks for 300$ a game. I win about 5 or 6 in a row and all of the sudden,he's says (kinda under his breath,but loud enough I could hear it)
" well I have had enough of these stinkin road players comin in and here and robbing me, this is the last f------in time this is going to happen.I'm going to my car and I'll be right back."
I told my buddy what he just said,and he says,well I think it's time to go,and we got the
hell out of there as fast as we could. It went under or whatever not long after that.
One of the worst scares I ever had out there hustlin and I had a few too
John B.
"well I have had enough of these stinkin road players comin in here and robbing me!!!
By that time he'd lost several hundred thousand to an all-star-team of Road Agents. His excuse was that they had better chemicals than he did, and he'd not play them "on the natural" again.
I know you though he was going to get a gun, there's a possibility he was going to his car to get a prelude, or desoxyn (he called them "jelly") He probably would have come back in and raised it to $500 a game. Now Frank's wife was another story, she would definitely shoot you first, and ask questions later.
CJ,I got there late and the party was over:frown:
Let me tell ya what happened my first and last time I was there.
By the time I went there to play Frank,all you guys had done already been there for months.
So with that being said, I walk in at the right time and he's there, I don't think he knew
who I was or maybe he just didn't care but he did figure that I was there to beat out of some $ playing pool.
Well it didn't take long and we were playing.I was giving him 8 to 6 banks for 300$ a game. I win about 5 or 6 in a row and all of the sudden,he's says (kinda under his breath,but loud enough I could hear it)
"well I have had enough of these stinkin road players comin in here and robbing me, this is the last f------in time this is going to happen.I'm going to my car and I'll be right back."
I told my buddy what he just said,and he says,well I think it's time to go,and we got the
hell out of there as fast as we could. It went under or whatever not long after that.
One of the worst scares I ever had out there hustlin and I had a few too
By that time he'd lost several hundred thousand to an all-star-team of Road Agents. His excuse was that they had better chemicals than he did, and he'd not play them "on the natural" again.
I know you though he was going to get a gun, there's a possibility he was going to his car to get a prelude, or desoxyn (he called them "jelly") He probably would have come back in and raised it to $500 a game.
Now Frank's wife was another story, she would definitely shoot you first, and ask questions later.Some really cool history being told here!
"can someone call a locksmith, we locked our keys in the car".
"Omaha John" and I went in a small town Kentucky pool room to get some action. Back then they didn't even hesitate and agreed to play both of us.
We went out to get our cues and discovered that John had accidently locked the keys in the car. We went back in and said "can someone call a locksmith, we locked our keys in the car".
Six guys jumped up at the same time and said "I'll get it open for ya," pulling slim-jims out of their pockets. One of them got to the door first and preceded to get our car open as fast with his slim-jim as we could with the key.
We didn't waste a minute and won a couple thousand in 4-5 hours. Later that year we heard that one of the biggest car theft rings in the country was busted in that town. The newspaper said they all hung out at a local pool room.
John and I had a good laugh about that, suddenly it all made sense. :thumbup:
"Omaha John" and I went in a small town Kentucky pool room to get some action. Back then they didn't even hesitate and agreed to play both of us.
We went out to get our cues and discovered that John had accidently locked the keys in the car. We went back in and said "can someone call a locksmith, we locked our keys in the car".
Six guys jumped up at the same time and said "I'll get it open for ya," pulling slim-jims out of their pockets. One of them got to the door first and preceded to get our car open as fast with his slim-jim as we could with the key.
We didn't waste a minute and won a couple thousand in 4-5 hours. Later that year we heard that one of the biggest car theft rings in the country was busted in that town. The newspaper said they all hung out at a local pool room.
John and I had a good laugh about that, suddenly it all made sense. :thumbup:
A trip that changed my life forever, and taught me about "The Mental Game"
Here's another story about a trip I took with Omaha John. A trip that changed my life forever, and put me on the fast-track to a successful, pool playing career.
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I remember when, at the age of 19, "Omaha John" and I were touring around on a road trip, ending up in a small bar in South Carolina. The owner of the bar was a BIG gambler and would take the 5 and the break from anyone playing on the bar table with the Big Cue Ball.
We had been going through a tough time and I was "breaking even" with everyone. Usually I would get ahead, then start "letting up," they would come back, "get even" and quit. This was getting annoying and I was beginning to question if I had enough "heart," to be a champion player.
This was a big thing in the gambling days, if you have the heart to close someone out. To put them away. And it was happening again, I had got up over 2k for $200 a game and now we raised it to $300. a game and the guy beat me 7 IN A ROW and we were just $100. winner.
Omaha John came up to me and said "if you're ever going to be a great road player you better do it now. I'm not out here "for my health," I have a wife and kid at home and I have to win, breaking even is for "suckers!"
He was serious, so, standing my cue against a near by stool, I stopped playing and went to the bathroom - it was "now or never," I thought, looking in the mirror, starring straight into my own eyes - "do you really want to be a pool player, do you really have what it takes?" I hesitated slightly, waiting for the answer to come from my "Inner Self"..... not the answer I wanted to hear, I HAD to know the truth....I needed to know and my life would change from that moment.
Finally the answer had come - I knew in my "heart of hearts" that the moment had arrived. "The Moment of Truth," I couldn't be a sucker, "stuck" at my current level, struggling to break even and making up excuses.
There was only one choice - to become a winner and break out of that "victim level" and do whatever it would take to learn the Truth about pool and what it takes to be the best.
I made that decision right then because I had to. And it's a decision that continues because life's much more about the "journey," than the "destination." Life is the best teacher, and at that moment my life was the game and for an instant they melded into One...The Game is the Teacher!
Often times we are held back because we don't need to win, we don't have to get better. I didn't have the luxury that day and I thank Omaha John for putting me in a situation where I had to be honest with myself. No one else matters when you're trying to get to the "next level,"{in life} it's all about ourselves.... it's about looking ourselves in the mirror and "real eyesing" that the answer we've been searching for is not outside, it's inside ourselves.
I went back out there and was like an entirely different person. John had been telling me to stop spinning my ball and playing low percentage shots....so I did. Others had made comments about my game that I had ignored because of my ego, so I incorporated those suggestions too - my perception had changed, the Game had given me a vital spiritual experience.
From that point I beat the guy out of over 8K and he looked like he had been drained of all his energy. I didn't care what it took I made myself shoot the correct shot, in the right way and forgot forever my childish reasons for not playing the Game correctly. To be a Champion at anything we must keep doing "the next right thing," whether we like it or not.
Looking back I can't help but think the chains of mediocrity had been broken, and I had started to become a player. From that moment on I had a "6th Sense" about pool and knew what I HAD to practice to improve and what I needed to ignore. "The chain breaks at it's weakest link" and that became the motto of my practice routines.
I'll always remember that lesson Omaha John Shuput and the Game taught me in that bar in South Carolina.... and the mirror that reflected what I needed to have "eyes that could see my self". www.cjwiley.com
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Here's another story about a trip I took with Omaha John. A trip that changed my life forever, and put me on the fast-track to a successful, pool playing career.
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I remember when, at the age of 19, "Omaha John" and I were touring around on a road trip, ending up in a small bar in South Carolina. The owner of the bar was a BIG gambler and would take the 5 and the break from anyone playing on the bar table with the Big Cue Ball.
We had been going through a tough time and I was "breaking even" with everyone. Usually I would get ahead, then start "letting up," they would come back, "get even" and quit. This was getting annoying and I was beginning to question if I had enough "heart," to be a champion player.
This was a big thing in the gambling days, if you have the heart to close someone out. To put them away. And it was happening again, I had got up over 2k for $200 a game and now we raised it to $300. a game and the guy beat me 7 IN A ROW and we were just $100. winner.
Omaha John came up to me and said "if you're ever going to be a great road player you better do it now. I'm not out here "for my health," I have a wife and kid at home and I have to win, breaking even is for "suckers!"
He was serious, so, standing my cue against a near by stool, I stopped playing and went to the bathroom - it was "now or never," I thought, looking in the mirror, starring straight into my own eyes - "do you really want to be a pool player, do you really have what it takes?" I hesitated slightly, waiting for the answer to come from my "Inner Self"..... not the answer I wanted to hear, I HAD to know the truth....I needed to know and my life would change from that moment.
Finally the answer had come - I knew in my "heart of hearts" that the moment had arrived. "The Moment of Truth," I couldn't be a sucker, "stuck" at my current level, struggling to break even and making up excuses.
There was only one choice - to become a winner and break out of that "victim level" and do whatever it would take to learn the Truth about pool and what it takes to be the best.
I made that decision right then because I had to. And it's a decision that continues because life's much more about the "journey," than the "destination." Life is the best teacher, and at that moment my life was the game and for an instant they melded into One...The Game is the Teacher!
Often times we are held back because we don't need to win, we don't have to get better. I didn't have the luxury that day and I thank Omaha John for putting me in a situation where I had to be honest with myself. No one else matters when you're trying to get to the "next level,"{in life} it's all about ourselves.... it's about looking ourselves in the mirror and "real eyesing" that the answer we've been searching for is not outside, it's inside ourselves.
I went back out there and was like an entirely different person. John had been telling me to stop spinning my ball and playing low percentage shots....so I did. Others had made comments about my game that I had ignored because of my ego, so I incorporated those suggestions too - my perception had changed, the Game had given me a vital spiritual experience.
From that point I beat the guy out of over 8K and he looked like he had been drained of all his energy. I didn't care what it took I made myself shoot the correct shot, in the right way and forgot forever my childish reasons for not playing the Game correctly. To be a Champion at anything we must keep doing "the next right thing," whether we like it or not.
Looking back I can't help but think the chains of mediocrity had been broken, and I had started to become a player. From that moment on I had a "6th Sense" about pool and knew what I HAD to practice to improve and what I needed to ignore. "The chain breaks at it's weakest link" and that became the motto of my practice routines.
I'll always remember that lesson Omaha John Shuput and the Game taught me in that bar in South Carolina.... and the mirror that reflected what I needed to have "eyes that could see my self". www.cjwiley.com