The SVB cue tip carpet swiping thread caused me to think of something different but related.
Several years back I would often play a guy who was a well known money player in the St. Louis area. He was tough but generally fair action. At one time he had a lot of dough and was even the center of a several week stay here by Jack Cooney and his wife, Barbara
Anywhos, day-to-day, he was OK to play and I'd often get a game with him at $50 a game at which I believe I gave him 10-7. It was tough action for a number of reasons.
First, he could play some
Second, when he had the dough, he was often in the company of a gorgeous stripper from one of the east-side clubs. If you know the STL area you know the room and the neighborhood I'm talking about. It was double-tough to fade these girls, often scantily (but tastefully) dressed with legs and heels and cleavage healthy exposed, winter or summer. Often, they would swing a leg or lean a bit forward when you least expected it.
Then there were the rat terriers. He loved his little dogs, go to the bar, order a hot dog, lovingly cut it up into small morsels and place them on a paper plate under the table you were playing on. The thing was though, upon some unknown signal from their owner, these guys always managed to run out from underneath the table, or utter a barely audible but distinct yelp exactly, right, justly, as you were mid-stroke.
Lastly, he had a number of disgusting habit, not least of which was, as he was walking around the table looking for a shot, and when the need and mood struck him, to place a finger along one side his nose and then give a mighty blow out the other portal.
You got it -- he was blowing his nose straight on the pool hall carpet.
I know you all know that that's not the same as cleaning your cue tip on the pool room carpet but it is not so far removed that you can't see how wrong both are in terms of respect to the establishment you're playing in.
Maybe you have all had to fade similar or worse sharking
Lou Figueroa
Several years back I would often play a guy who was a well known money player in the St. Louis area. He was tough but generally fair action. At one time he had a lot of dough and was even the center of a several week stay here by Jack Cooney and his wife, Barbara
Anywhos, day-to-day, he was OK to play and I'd often get a game with him at $50 a game at which I believe I gave him 10-7. It was tough action for a number of reasons.
First, he could play some
Second, when he had the dough, he was often in the company of a gorgeous stripper from one of the east-side clubs. If you know the STL area you know the room and the neighborhood I'm talking about. It was double-tough to fade these girls, often scantily (but tastefully) dressed with legs and heels and cleavage healthy exposed, winter or summer. Often, they would swing a leg or lean a bit forward when you least expected it.
Then there were the rat terriers. He loved his little dogs, go to the bar, order a hot dog, lovingly cut it up into small morsels and place them on a paper plate under the table you were playing on. The thing was though, upon some unknown signal from their owner, these guys always managed to run out from underneath the table, or utter a barely audible but distinct yelp exactly, right, justly, as you were mid-stroke.
Lastly, he had a number of disgusting habit, not least of which was, as he was walking around the table looking for a shot, and when the need and mood struck him, to place a finger along one side his nose and then give a mighty blow out the other portal.
You got it -- he was blowing his nose straight on the pool hall carpet.
I know you all know that that's not the same as cleaning your cue tip on the pool room carpet but it is not so far removed that you can't see how wrong both are in terms of respect to the establishment you're playing in.
Maybe you have all had to fade similar or worse sharking
Lou Figueroa
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