Toupee Jay!!

Russ Chewning said:
Jay,

Any stories of trips through Georgia and Florida? Any chance you were still on the road when an early teen Johnny Archer was startin' to hit em straight?

What about the other side of the country? Ever make it up to Washington state? I'd imagine if you shot One Hole back then, you probably made it over to see Harry Platis once or twice? Or did you go off the road before he came on the scene?

Russ


I saw Johnny play many times when he was a teenager. He was coming around the tournaments when he was 17 or so. We knew he would be a good one. It was just a matter of time. He took on Cornbread at Banks in Michigan in about 1988 at the McDermott Masters. Johnny was 19 then I believe. Red finally got him but it was a battle.

Everyone admired Johnny for stepping up against top players. He just kept getting better and better. His goal was to win tournaments like Earl (his idol). You may not know this, but Johnny finished second like six times before he won a tournament. He was 22 I think when he finally won one. And he never looked back after that.

I went thru Washington State twice in the 70's and never saw Harry Platis. He was not high profile yet. Dan Louie was the king up there, and Mike Zimmerman was playing real good. Rich Geiler was another tough one. I loved all the 8' bar tables, right up my alley. I must have played in two dozen bars from Seattle to Portland, and never lost. Of course, I never played higher than $10 Eight Ball and a few $50 sets.

Once again, a $100 win was a real good day back then. For me it was money in the bank. In those days, I had money when a lot of famous (high profile) players were constantly broke. If I told you the names of players I loaned money too, you wouldn't believe me. Usually the bite was for $5 or $10.

I finally played Harry 9-Ball at the Caesar's Palace Billiard Classic in 1984. I was the TD and he was an entrant. He asked me to practice with him. I told him he couldn't beat me, but he insisted on "practicing" for $25 a game. $400 later and the practice session was over. After that he woofed at me to play One Pocket for 1K a game. Again I told him he couldn't win. In truth it was too rich for my blood. But in 1988, when we staged the Ronnie Allen - Danny D. One Pocket match in Phoenix, Harry showed up.

I had made some money from the sale of a house and was quite flush. I brought about 6k with me, just for Harry. The first night we matched up for 1K per game. I was nervous but confident. I lost the first game, but won the next seven in a row. And I got to play him again the next night (good for four more). We played once more for 500 a game a year or so later. And I won a few more games. After that, we decided to refrain from playing each other and just be friends. I would coach Harry in making games (matching up) with other players.

He did ask me to "practice" with him once in Reno, when I was TD at the Sands. This practice session was for 200 a game and I made another thou. More recently, Harry got even with me, beating me a thousand dollar set of One Pocket and did the same thing in Banks at Derby City three years ago. It went down to the last ball, and I banked one cross side that hit both points. Damn Diamonds.
 
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chilli66 said:
Great stories, Jay. Have you ever considered putting all this into a book? If you did I'd love to read it.

And after seeing that old pic it makes me realise what a good job the casting agent did for Poolhall Junkies!


Yes, Richard Portnoy and I could pass for brothers.
 
Jay, those are the best stories I've read in years because they are yours and not hearsay! Thanks for the entertainment and write a book as it seems you have a knack for it!
 
jay helfert said:
I took Louie Roberts to Austin and Sid Mann's big tournament at the Villa Capri. We went to some local hot spot one night and Louie lit 'em up for a few thou, giving weight to everyone. We were leaving about 7AM and who comes in the parking lot but Jimmy King in a Caddy, waving a handful of 100's out the window.

Louie had a match that afternoon, and I told him he needed some rest. But Louie couldn't pass up a game, so I gave him half the winnings and left him there. He wandered in about Noon dead broke and in no shape to play a match. He got knocked out of the tournament and I had to give him some "get home" money.

First time I ever saw Vivian. She was about 18 and a little beauty. And she could play too. I think she won the Women's division. Mizerak may have won the Men's. I remember he asked me to referee all his matches. Sid paid me like $50 a day to ref. And I got a room. Thanks to Louie I escaped with some cash in my pocket. I was always good that way.

The first time I went to Red's, Ronnie let me stake him in the One Pocket tourney. While Efren was opening everyone's eyes playing 9-Ball, Ronnie quietly took off the One Pocket, beating Jeff Carter in the finals. We won $4,000, not small change back then. Plus a $500 gift certificate to a men's clothing store. I had gotten a free entry into the tournament in exhange for advertising in the National Tavern News. And they picked up the room tab as well.

My only expense was getting there, and we drove in the days of .39 cents a gallon. About $20 in gas each way. We took Ronnies big station wagon and he had his golf clubs and fishing gear in the back. We stopped in Phoenix and Ronnie won $800 in a bar playing one handed Eight Ball (against their two). He was amazing. He would drink with them and laugh and make jokes and rob them, and make them love it. They couldn't wait for him to come back.


Now we are talking:) I grew up in Austin and I went to one of those tournies as a kid with my older brother at The Villa Capri. The local Austin hot spot ya'll went to was probably Moyer's aka Austin Cue Club on Airport if it was a 24 hour joint. Used to be a bit of action up north at a place called Side Pocket back then too but it was mostly a kids place.
 
Dead Money said:
Now we are talking:) I grew up in Austin and I went to one of those tournies as a kid with my older brother at The Villa Capri. The local Austin hot spot ya'll went to was probably Moyer's aka Austin Cue Club on Airport if it was a 24 hour joint. Used to be a bit of action up north at a place called Side Pocket back then too but it was mostly a kids place.


It was Moyer's. I just couldn't remember the name.
 
I feel compelled to say this about Jay.

Not only was he a very talented player, but Jay is one of the very few that has devoted his entire life for the betterment/advancement of the billiards community.

Jay is now, as he has been for many years, a tireless suporter of pool education, tournaments, and a steadfast advocate of many pro players.

Ultimately, Jay's legacy will be his "legendary life in pool", and the stories that have glorified it. I can't think of anyone else who has "lived" pool, to be more desrving of his accountings to be published.

Yes, there are many players with colorful pasts, but none who have not only played, but survived off the game by giving back through never-ending service.

Tap Tap for you Jay!

randy
 
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Very entertaining stories Jay. You do have a talent for wording them well and a book would sell. No doubt I'd buy it... even if it was on a CD/DVD for me to print out. "Toupee Jay Makin His Way"
 
NYC cue dude said:
I feel compelled to say this about Jay.

Not only was he a very talented player, but Jay is one of the very few that has devoted his entire life for the betterment/advancement of the billiards community.

Jay is now, as he has been for many years, a tireless suporter of pool education, tournaments, and a steadfast advocate of many pro players.

Ultimately, Jay's legacy will be his "legendary life in pool", and the stories that have glorified it. I can't think of anyone else who has "lived" pool, to be more desrving of his accountings to be published.

Yes, there are many players with colorful pasts, but none who have not only played, but survived off the game by giving back through never-ending service.

Tap Tap for you Jay!

randy

Easy Randy. Is this going to cost me dinner?

I do appreciate the kind words, considering I never won a big tournament (well I did win the San Francisco Bar Table Championship, at the Moscone Center no less). My high finish in a pro tourney was 13-16th a couple of times. I was ususally good for two wins and two losses.

I always loved the game and was fortunate to have found a way to make a living at it. Playing pool for a living was the hardest. Owning pool rooms and directing/promoting tournaments was a lot easier. I have often said that nothing I've ever done in life was harder than shooting the 9-Ball off the end rail for my case money. And I've had to do that more than once.

I feel fortunate to be able to give something back to a game that made my life so much fun and allowed me to live a decent lifestyle. I will continue to support pool and pool players whenever possible. I ain't done yet Randy. And I plan to get back in stroke one more time. I want to knock off one more big gun.
 
jay helfert said:
Easy Randy. Is this going to cost me dinner?

I do appreciate the kind words, considering I never won a big tournament (well I did win the San Francisco Bar Table Championship, at the Moscone Center no less). My high finish in a pro tourney was 13-16th a couple of times. I was ususally good for two wins and two losses.

I always loved the game and was fortunate to have found a way to make a living at it. Playing pool for a living was the hardest. Owning pool rooms and directing/promoting tournaments was a lot easier. I have often said that nothing I've ever done in life was harder than shooting the 9-Ball off the end rail for my case money. And I've had to do that more than once.

I feel fortunate to be able to give something back to a game that made my life so much fun and allowed me to live a decent lifestyle. I will continue to support pool and pool players whenever possible. I ain't done yet Randy. And I plan to get back in stroke one more time. I want to knock off one more big gun.

Of course, your very welcome Jay, as everything I said was sincere. I think the american players/fans owe you a collective thanks for all that you do and have done for this game.

rg

btw, All I said was that you were a very talented player, never said you were a world beater. lol. anyway, my sentiment was that very few, if any, have been able to play well, and give back to the game as you have. One name comes to mind, although he shot a little more straight, allen hopkins.:p
 
NYC cue dude said:
Of course, your very welcome Jay, as everything I said was sincere. I think the american players/fans owe you a collective thanks for all that you do and have done for this game.

rg

btw, All I said was that you were a very talented player, never said you were a world beater. lol. anyway, my sentiment was that very few, if any, have been able to play well, and give back to the game as you have. One name comes to mind, although he shot a little more straight, allen hopkins.:p

Coming from you Randy, I consider that a supreme compliment.

Allen gave me 8-5 once. I'll let him tell you how that ended up.
 
Bakersfield

jay helfert said:
So I settled down in Bakersfield, CA, bought a poolroom, got married and made babies. But the urge to play was still there, and my spot became a stop on every road man's itinerary. I must have played another hundred guys in my six years in Bakersfield. And I beat a few big guns too. Cole, Keith, Waterdog, Bakersfield Bobby and Billy Ray made contributions to my favorite charity. And many more whose names you wouldn't recognize. I even beat the great Lou Butera in a 9-Ball exhibition match (he blistered me in 14.1 tho).

My road days were over tho, and my only traveling after that was to an occasional tournament.
Hi Jay how are you again!

I went to Bakersfield quite a few times from 2002-05 as I dated a girl there, and once went to an Eagles or Elks Club downtown as they said they had a snooker table there. When I got there however it wasn't the kind of snooker table I was used to playing on and also not the same rules either, but the guys there thought that was the way snooker was played around the world!!!!

I'm actually going to be visiting Bakersfield again very soon to see her just as a friend though, as I'm expecting to be in Los Angeles soon playing snooker.

Best wishes.

Alan.
 
Alan Morris said:
Hi Jay how are you again!

I went to Bakersfield quite a few times from 2002-05 as I dated a girl there, and once went to an Eagles or Elks Club downtown as they said they had a snooker table there. When I got there however it wasn't the kind of snooker table I was used to playing on and also not the same rules either, but the guys there thought that was the way snooker was played around the world!!!!

I'm actually going to be visiting Bakersfield again very soon to see her just as a friend though, as I'm expecting to be in Los Angeles soon playing snooker.

Best wishes.

Alan.

I married a girl from Bakersfield, and had a poolroom on Chester Avenue in the 70's. It was called The Cue Ball. Believe it or not, I played more than once in the Elks lodge on that 10' snooker table. My father in law was a member and a pretty good player. In fact his nickname was Snooks, because of his prowess on a snooker table. He was anxious to get me down there and teach me a lesson.

Funny, it didn't work out that way. I had the last laugh on him, and he never challenged me again. As I recall, they played a version of Snooker where the player who sold out to the winner had to pay. Snooks and I played straight snooker with six red balls. He won the first game and was laughing his ass off. I was kind of fooling around. He was my father-in-law after all. After that first game, I got my head down on the table and won every game after that.
 
Great stories Jay, thank you for taking the time to put them on here. Those stories are better than 80% of the pool biographies out there… and I think I read them all. Write a three-hundred-page book, get a literary agent, help promote it, then sit back and collect the money. I’ll order the first copy now. Johnnyt
 
Great stories Jay.

I see Chris MacDonald all the time up here in Northern California. Nice guy and still a good player, although he works a lot and just finished building his house. Hard to keep in stroke with all that and a family too.

You have any good stories of you and Chris on the road back in the days...?
 
bud green said:
Great stories Jay.

I see Chris MacDonald all the time up here in Northern California. Nice guy and still a good player, although he works a lot and just finished building his house. Hard to keep in stroke with all that and a family too.

You have any good stories of you and Chris on the road back in the days...?

Chris traveled mostly with his girlfriend at the time Julie Jay. He was on the road for 14 years straight, living out of a camper. Thus he earned his nickname "The Roadman". I did send Chris to play in a couple of pro tournaments back in the 80's, and he snapped off one of them, beating Earl in the finals. Ask him about it. I think it was the Carolinas Cup or something like that. I believe it paid 4K, not a bad payday for both of us.

I met up with Chris and Julie in Fort Worth at the BCA Trade Show in 1984, the year Fats got inducted into the HOF. They were having an amateur tournament and there was a juicy bar table ring game for 20 a man. I staked Chris and he beat the game for four or five hundred, maybe more.

We then cruised over the Dallas and Rusty's, a big action spot at the time. We had been told about a pimp who liked to play One Pocket over there. Sure enough the guy was there practicing and within minutes Chris had him down for 100 a game. I remember Chris was hesitant to play that high, but I told him go ahead and get the money.

While he was playing, a big guy walks over to me and says "Play a little Tonk?" Duh, why not. We were winners close to a thou for the day behind Chris' pool shooting. And I learned Tonk from the best of them at Joe Burn's Forest Park Billiards in Dayton. We started out for 10 and 20 a game, not a bad bet by any means. We ended up playing for 50 and a 100, very serious money back then.

He had a wad as thick as a your fist and kept peeling off fifty's and hundreds. After I busted him, his partner took over. It took me all night but I got all their money. They even borrowed $100 (all in ones) from the bar to pay me the last bet. I found out later from Jack Cooney that these two guys owned the biggest Bingo parlors in town. When it was over the big guy asked me if I play One Pocket. That's one score I never made.

We drove back to Chris' camper that morning and dumped all the money on the little table inside that they ate on. It was one huge pile. I had no idea how much I had won. I lost track hours before. Julie and I unfolded all the bills (I had wadded them up inside my pockets) and counted them. $8,000 plus change later I knew we had done all right. And Chris won something like eight games playing One Hole.

We split up his winnings first. He had given me that money when he finished his game, long before I got done. Chris was thrilled with his share of the pool winnings (from both games). I tried to give him a piece of the big score, but he refused it. He said I won that on my own and would not take a dime. I did slip Julie a hundred when I was leaving. You can tell Chris now.

Chris was a very strong player, especially at One Pocket and Banks. Always a ball above me. I did try to play him a few times, but he was tough tough action. Just ask John Henderson on here. No one in N. Cal. wanted any part of Chris back then. Maybe Cole, that's about it. He is a great guy and a good friend.
 
Chris MacDonald

Chris and I played a few times and he was a good guy to play with. He was also IMO the only bright light in that stinking pool movie "Chalk." He had a great part where he described the feelings and emotions of being a top pool player. I thought his scene was better than when Paul Newman attempted the same thing in the original "Hustler." The rest of the movie was puce. The scene where the main player prepares for the big game by having his girlfriend shove the butt of the cue up his own butt was unbelieveably disgusting.

the Beard
 
freddy the beard said:
The scene where the main player prepares for the big game by having his girlfriend shove the butt of the cue up his own butt was unbelieveably disgusting.

the Beard


WHAT THE HELL!?!??! Please tell me that's an exaggeration. Ugh that's horrible to think of....what the hell was the director thinking? Pool movie plus strange demented porn? WTF
 
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