Brian Tidwell
When I was a teenager in Greensboro, NC, there was a fellow named Brian Tidwell who lived there. He and I would take road trips to Winston-Salem, Raleigh, Roanoke, etc. He would put me in action in the pool rooms and then 'fall asleep' in the chair as I lost my set to whomever he had picked out. When I handed over the cash I would make a comment that if my 'Dad' were awake that he would take the guy on and murder him. The fish would always say "Well, wake his ass up." And I would and 'dad' would start out slow and then wind up with every penny the opponent had on him.
Brian would give me a handsome share of the take and we would drive back to Greensboro in his DeSoto. I doubt anyone has ever heard of Brian. We always used different names (part of the 'game') and hardly ever did this in Greensboro. But he could really play. I used to watch him run rack after rack of straight pool.