'nuff said
I'm outteeee here.
I'm outteeee here.
This forum has turned into boring garbage
- Thread starter crawdaddio
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It is ...
What people make it to be. Boards go through peaks and
valleys as far as being interesting. I mean you can only
have so many threads about favorite cue or cuemakers or
player. Do I miss all the name calling and profanity .... no I
don't, that's not why I am here, but I do think you should be
able to tell someone to quit being a jerk if they are being one.
An intelligent person can do that without resulting to basic
guterral sounds of profanity spewing forth like a volcano.
If you want drama, watch Law and Order or some soap opera.
But Mr. Wilson, I think you need to unbutton the collar button
and loosern the tie a little, but still leave it on ...
What people make it to be. Boards go through peaks and
valleys as far as being interesting. I mean you can only
have so many threads about favorite cue or cuemakers or
player. Do I miss all the name calling and profanity .... no I
don't, that's not why I am here, but I do think you should be
able to tell someone to quit being a jerk if they are being one.
An intelligent person can do that without resulting to basic
guterral sounds of profanity spewing forth like a volcano.
If you want drama, watch Law and Order or some soap opera.
But Mr. Wilson, I think you need to unbutton the collar button
and loosern the tie a little, but still leave it on ...
Geezy peezy, Crawdaddio, this is an awful thread to post on, but here I am a posting! 
Let's change the course of this thread. Everybody has a favorite moment in pool, whether it be a great win, a funny experience, a lesson learned and/or witnessing a great match-up.
I've got quite a few memorable moments, but here's one that came to my mind after reading the thread about calcuttas.
For anyone who is self-employed, April 15th is Dooms Day, at least it is for me. I always pay Uncle Sam what he's got coming, and needless to say, it's a financial strain for me during this time of year. Everything hits me at the same time, house insurance, property taxes, income taxes, car insurance, and the usual associated expenses on the homefront.
Last year, I paid my Federal and State income taxes right on the due date, April 15th, and I was counting my pennies the next day. The Joss Northeast 9-Ball Tour was having a tournament at The Golden Cue in Albany, April 17th and 18th, and though we were definitely on the shortskies, off we went into the wild blue yonder.
When we arrived at The Golden Cue, I was taken aback. This is a family-run pool room, and the Spinelli family went all out. They had an ambrosial Italian-style buffet for the players, and for those who like to partake in a little brewskies, Joe's Grill was right next door, a couple steps away. The regulars at Joe's Grill made us feel welcome throughout the duration of the tournament, rooting us in, inquiring about the matches, and it was just like walking into the home of an old friend. The Spinellis hosted a first-class tournament, one of the BEST I have ever seen on the tournament trail.
When I saw the players who showed up, I knew this was going to be one tough competition, Kid Delicious, Karen Corr, Julie Kelly, Santos, Jerry Slivka, Mike Davis, Tony Ruberto, Danny Hewitt, Pookie, Spanish Pete, and Frankie Hernandez, just to name a few, and, of course, the Joss TD Mike Zuglan is a swift cookie himself, having knocked Keith in the tub several times previous on the Joss tournament trail.
There was a players auction before the tournament began, and Kid Delicious went for the first blind bid. When they announced Keith's name for the bidding, he wanted so very badly to bid on himself, but being that it was tax time, we just didn't have the extra dough, and so he grinded his teeth and didn't utter a word. A couple of railbirds pooled their monies together and bought Keith in the calcutta for 300 beans.
The 2-day tournament commenced, and Keith managed to keep himself on the winners' side of this double-elimination event the first day. On Sunday, the second day, we showed up at noon, and there were 12 men left standing. One of the funniest exhibitions that weekend was a match between Spanish Pete Vasquez and Frankie Hernandez. Frankie shot out of the gate like a rocket and was on the hill, as Spanish Pete sat in his chair looking quite dejected with only 2 games won. When Frankie missed the case ball for the win, he left Spanish Pete a snooker. Frankie then turned to the crowd and began to unscrew his cue stick, thinking there was no way Spanish Pete could shoot his way out of this mess.
Well, this really ticked off Spanish Pete. The nerve of Frankie, thinking Spanish Pete couldn't get there. So Spanish Pete reached inside himself and put his game in turbo charge. He stepped up to the table and made that shot. He then proceeded to run out game after game, and poor old Frankie had the dull-witted look of a trapped animal when it was all said and done. Spanish Pete won the set, knocking Frankie to the B side. Outside after the match, Spanish Pete was still shaking as he was recounting the match for all of us, and he was on top of the world after this great comeback.
The tournament progressed, and Keith managed to keep his head above water, capturing the hotseat. And if there was ever a time that I wanted Keith to win, it was right then and there, with my bank account depleted, thanks to Uncle Sam. Well, Frankie Hernandez, the power breaker that he is, knocked down everyone in his path and met Keith in the finals. I was sweating bullets.
Meanwhile, back at Joe's Grill next door, Keith was given a standing ovation for his great showing, and when it was time for the finals to begin, every single patron came on over to The Golden Cue to root for Keith. It was standing room only, and it was anybody's guess who was going to come out on top.
Keith was shooting effortlessly, it seemed, and he never let Frankie get to the table the first four games, and by the time Frankie did get an opportunity at the table, he could only shoot balls in the rail, poor fellow. Keith was dominating and ended up winning the tournament. Right when he made the game-winning ball, he immediately turned his head to look at me, knowing how much we needed the monies, and smiled. I will never forget that winning smile, the thrill of victory, one of the BEST wins on my tournament trail.
Oh, the calcutta winners who bought Keith in the tournament ended up giving Keith a little jelly roll, too, which was appreciated.
This past April, we went to Albany once more, to defend Keith's title. Again, we were on the shortskies, thanks to Uncle Sam. Again, Keith didn't buy himself in the calcutta because of it, and as luck would have it, Keith won the tournament once more, defeating Danny Hewitt in the finals this time. Needless to say, we really like it up there in Albany!
At any rate, that's my favorite win story. Here's my picture page link of the Joss Tour, April 17-18, 2004, at The Golden Cue in Albany, New York: http://hometown.aol.com/__121b_s8oy7SOTpw0vt1jm792Ih1eJyJa6roRNPI7kE2ek4qJTtkWDDAHHND+LIWPYb3ZW
So how about it? What's one of your favorite pool moments?
JAM
Let's change the course of this thread. Everybody has a favorite moment in pool, whether it be a great win, a funny experience, a lesson learned and/or witnessing a great match-up.
I've got quite a few memorable moments, but here's one that came to my mind after reading the thread about calcuttas.
For anyone who is self-employed, April 15th is Dooms Day, at least it is for me. I always pay Uncle Sam what he's got coming, and needless to say, it's a financial strain for me during this time of year. Everything hits me at the same time, house insurance, property taxes, income taxes, car insurance, and the usual associated expenses on the homefront.
Last year, I paid my Federal and State income taxes right on the due date, April 15th, and I was counting my pennies the next day. The Joss Northeast 9-Ball Tour was having a tournament at The Golden Cue in Albany, April 17th and 18th, and though we were definitely on the shortskies, off we went into the wild blue yonder.
When we arrived at The Golden Cue, I was taken aback. This is a family-run pool room, and the Spinelli family went all out. They had an ambrosial Italian-style buffet for the players, and for those who like to partake in a little brewskies, Joe's Grill was right next door, a couple steps away. The regulars at Joe's Grill made us feel welcome throughout the duration of the tournament, rooting us in, inquiring about the matches, and it was just like walking into the home of an old friend. The Spinellis hosted a first-class tournament, one of the BEST I have ever seen on the tournament trail.
When I saw the players who showed up, I knew this was going to be one tough competition, Kid Delicious, Karen Corr, Julie Kelly, Santos, Jerry Slivka, Mike Davis, Tony Ruberto, Danny Hewitt, Pookie, Spanish Pete, and Frankie Hernandez, just to name a few, and, of course, the Joss TD Mike Zuglan is a swift cookie himself, having knocked Keith in the tub several times previous on the Joss tournament trail.
There was a players auction before the tournament began, and Kid Delicious went for the first blind bid. When they announced Keith's name for the bidding, he wanted so very badly to bid on himself, but being that it was tax time, we just didn't have the extra dough, and so he grinded his teeth and didn't utter a word. A couple of railbirds pooled their monies together and bought Keith in the calcutta for 300 beans.
The 2-day tournament commenced, and Keith managed to keep himself on the winners' side of this double-elimination event the first day. On Sunday, the second day, we showed up at noon, and there were 12 men left standing. One of the funniest exhibitions that weekend was a match between Spanish Pete Vasquez and Frankie Hernandez. Frankie shot out of the gate like a rocket and was on the hill, as Spanish Pete sat in his chair looking quite dejected with only 2 games won. When Frankie missed the case ball for the win, he left Spanish Pete a snooker. Frankie then turned to the crowd and began to unscrew his cue stick, thinking there was no way Spanish Pete could shoot his way out of this mess.
Well, this really ticked off Spanish Pete. The nerve of Frankie, thinking Spanish Pete couldn't get there. So Spanish Pete reached inside himself and put his game in turbo charge. He stepped up to the table and made that shot. He then proceeded to run out game after game, and poor old Frankie had the dull-witted look of a trapped animal when it was all said and done. Spanish Pete won the set, knocking Frankie to the B side. Outside after the match, Spanish Pete was still shaking as he was recounting the match for all of us, and he was on top of the world after this great comeback.
The tournament progressed, and Keith managed to keep his head above water, capturing the hotseat. And if there was ever a time that I wanted Keith to win, it was right then and there, with my bank account depleted, thanks to Uncle Sam. Well, Frankie Hernandez, the power breaker that he is, knocked down everyone in his path and met Keith in the finals. I was sweating bullets.
Meanwhile, back at Joe's Grill next door, Keith was given a standing ovation for his great showing, and when it was time for the finals to begin, every single patron came on over to The Golden Cue to root for Keith. It was standing room only, and it was anybody's guess who was going to come out on top.
Keith was shooting effortlessly, it seemed, and he never let Frankie get to the table the first four games, and by the time Frankie did get an opportunity at the table, he could only shoot balls in the rail, poor fellow. Keith was dominating and ended up winning the tournament. Right when he made the game-winning ball, he immediately turned his head to look at me, knowing how much we needed the monies, and smiled. I will never forget that winning smile, the thrill of victory, one of the BEST wins on my tournament trail.
Oh, the calcutta winners who bought Keith in the tournament ended up giving Keith a little jelly roll, too, which was appreciated.
This past April, we went to Albany once more, to defend Keith's title. Again, we were on the shortskies, thanks to Uncle Sam. Again, Keith didn't buy himself in the calcutta because of it, and as luck would have it, Keith won the tournament once more, defeating Danny Hewitt in the finals this time. Needless to say, we really like it up there in Albany!
At any rate, that's my favorite win story. Here's my picture page link of the Joss Tour, April 17-18, 2004, at The Golden Cue in Albany, New York: http://hometown.aol.com/__121b_s8oy7SOTpw0vt1jm792Ih1eJyJa6roRNPI7kE2ek4qJTtkWDDAHHND+LIWPYb3ZW
So how about it? What's one of your favorite pool moments?
JAM
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Question for JAM???
Wow that was a great post.
I have question about Kieth.
I have only seen Kieth play on t.v. once. It was the ring game between Charlie Williams, Rodney Morris and I believe Salvous. I was astonished at how quickly Kieth shoots. Has Kieth always burned through racks like that or is it just from years of experience? I mean it looked like kieth was ready to go before the cue ball stopped rolling.
Wow that was a great post.
I have question about Kieth.
I have only seen Kieth play on t.v. once. It was the ring game between Charlie Williams, Rodney Morris and I believe Salvous. I was astonished at how quickly Kieth shoots. Has Kieth always burned through racks like that or is it just from years of experience? I mean it looked like kieth was ready to go before the cue ball stopped rolling.
mnorwood said:
You're talking about the 2004 Skins Billiards Champoinship held at the Hilton in Atlantic City, New Jersey. Here's my picture page of that event: http://hometown.aol.com/jamalloy/2004skins.html
Keith made it to the semi-finals, but I think his group consisted of Thorsten Hohmann, Rodney Morris, and Luc Salvas. Charlie was in the other group and ended up winning well over $20,000 in the finals.
Actually, Canadian Luc Salvas is faster than Keith when he shoots, but the FASTEST shooter I have ever seen is a player from Pennsylvania, Mike Miller. A few years back, I saw Mike knock down Keith, Santos, The Russian, and Frankie Hernandez at a Scruggs Tour event in Lancaster, PA.
Some folks do think that Keith should slow down a bit, that he shoots too fast. I really get antsy when he one-strokes the ball or shoots a shot left-handed instead of reaching for the bridge. However, Keith is what they call in the trade a "rhythm shooter." When he's in stroke and on top of his game, he can run out quite effectively at a fast pace.
Of course, I will NEVER forget the 2003 U.S. Open, the match between Keith and Alex Pagulayan. Due to Tropical Storm Isabel, the Chesapeake Conference Center lost power for a couple days, and so on Saturday, they had back-to-back matches all day long until the wee hours of the morning. Keith and Alex were trading quips, and the crowd was electrified and glued to their table. Marcus Chamat and Mika Immonen were sitting across the room high in the bleacher seats, and Marcus was laughing so hard, he fell out of his seat. I'm not sure what happened that day, but it seemed like the whole room was zeroed in on their game. The TV table had Bustamante and Efren, of all people, battling it out, and they actually stopped shooting until the Alex-Keith match concluded because of the cheering and laughing from the stands.
Now, Keith climbs his way to the hill and is getting ready to fire a nice easy straight-in 9-ball for a very important win. He looks up at the crowd and says, "You can put this on the Internet," one-strokes the ball and misses. An InsidePOOL writer was sitting tableside and yelled back, "We will." I was sitting next to Buddy Hall and said, "Buddy, what can I do?," and Buddy said, "Jennie, there's not much you can do except hope that Keith gets another shot at the table." I was mad as the dickens.
One time in Baltimore at Hot Shots, I saw Keith run out 15 balls on the bar box, one right after the other, never missing a beat. The only sound you could hear were balls rolling inside the table. He ran them out in less than a minute, no kidding. It was one of the funniest run-outs I've seen, but very effective.
I have never seen Keith play slow in my life. He plays more offense than defense, shooting shots that others might play safe. However, after 40-plus years of being in this racket, it's just his style. When he's loose as a goose, he plays fast.
JAM
gregory said:
You know, Gregory, I have never seen that recording yet. I've got the ones of him and Jose and Buddy on the TV table, though.
Actually, that last game wasn't the funniest part of the match! I think I was the only one in the joint that wasn't having a good time!
I think the last game, Alex needed two and Keith was on the hill, if memory serves me right. Alex had the break, spread 'em out like a flower, pocketing a couple balls. Thinking he had it made in the shade, Alex then chuckled and uttered a few words, "A nice easy run-out, Keith," and he proceeded to run a few, but, out of the blue, came up with an uncharacteristic miss. Keith couldn't wait to get back to the table, and fortunately -- and I mean very fortunately -- he ran 'em out for that HUGE almighty win.
Alex, the gentleman that he is, let me snap his picture with Keith. He's always a crowd favorite at every event he competes in. Here's a picture of Alex and Keith taken later that night!
JAM
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JAM said:You know, Gregory, I have never seen that recording yet. I've got the ones of him and Jose and Buddy on the TV table, though.
JAM
Jam, I could try to find the match clip and share it with you. But give me a day or two to figure out where my US Open 2003 vids are
I'll PM you if I find the taping of that particular clip where Keith plays against Alex.
PoolSleuth
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Snapshot9 said:
True words. Plus it is the Holiday Season, and many people are too busy for Pool.
JAM said:You know, Gregory, I have never seen that recording yet. I've got the ones of him and Jose and Buddy on the TV table, though.
That was probably the 3rd or 4th time I'd ever seen pool on TV. I just started following pool, and I'd seen Archer and Efren and seen Django play. And I'd seen the mosconi where Davis beat Earl. I'd known of Davis from snooker and when he beat Earl to win the mosconi, I just figured he must be the top pool player in the world now, just like he used to be in snooker.
I was so disappointed when I turned on the TV and saw two nobodies--Keith and Buddy--playing. Turns out maybe there weren't nobodies after all.
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BAZARUS said:I'm wondering if you saw L. Salvas in action, he really does shoot before the cue ball stops
Big difference. Luc is shooting fast and running around the table. IMO, it's not inspiring. Keith is shooting fast and dancing around the table. IMO, very inspiring.
Fred
JAM,your posts are as informative and entertaining as always,though few and far between.Happy holidays to you & Keith and a profitable 2006.It's too bad that some people require flames,obscenities, insults,putdowns,etc. in order to enjoy a forum/group.I ***LIKE**** the new moderated Azb and I was guilty of sometimes stirring the pot and/or antagonizing others (I guess I'm mellowing)..
Smorgass Bored said:
Happy New Year to you and yours, Smorgie!
I am not sure what is going on around here lately, but thanks to my 51 years of experience on this earth, I realize that change is not always welcome.
The members have grown in number this past year on AzBilliards Discussion Forum. There is an international flavor here, which I do like.
AND, Smorgie, you know as well as I do that when in Rome, I do as the Romans do. I have NEVER experienced the negativity on this forum that I have in the past several months. Monkeys, clowns, trolls, crackpots, and monkey transcriptionist(s) are one thing, but the personal attacks here as of late are over the top, IMHO. Very uncharacteristic!
Hopefully, when the waters settle, things will return to a sense of normalcy. This is a GREAT forum, and I am grateful to be able to access it. If not for the tournament updates and trip reports, it is kind of cool to network and be connected with pool enthusiasts from around the world.
See you in Florida someday soon, Smorgie. Looks like there's a slew of tournaments up ahead!
JAM
