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Avoid this guy, don't let the smile fool you. Bad action.
The first time I seen Jack Hynes play before I knew who he was he was giving Dan Tator the 7ball and stringing rack after rack togather and talking smack the whole time. Jack was liable to put package after package togather, and he played with so much action on the cueball that if he missed the balls might be hidden he shot so freaking hard everything 100 mph dead center pocket, with the cueball travelling 3-4 rails,
How about? James St Jean circa 1940's out of Mass. or Dave "the face" Lippner Queens NY from the seventy's. TJ Laflamme out of Maine. Mike Ufiemia out of Queens NY. Wendell Weir, Norm "farmer" Webber, Roger Boucher out of Mass. All talented players under the radar.
Harry "Poochie" Sexton from the Detroit area. Out of great respect the late "Poochie" should be part of this thread. In his early days he ran with Buddy Hall. He told me once that Buddy told Pooch that he could give him the eight, and Poochie respectfully said that "He probably could." Not a whole lot of weight from Buddy. A GREAT nineball player! Didn't play the other games though, other than maybe straight pool. When breaking, he'd set the cueball almost at the headstring and bridge off the backrail (LONG stretch). He would come out of his shoes, cueball crushing the 1, flying straight up in the air a foot or two or three, then squatting it in the center of the table. Over and over and over again. Position play was maestro-like. A fierce competitor that truly enjoyed watching his opponents "crack." (He told me so) A big, big heart too, though. Miss him. Maybe some of the old timers has a story or two about a player many of you haven't even heard of.
I'm not going through the whole thread again but has anybody mentioned Ron "Julio" Casanzio from Rochester, NY? I may have myself back in the thread somewhere but Ronnie deserves to be mentioned if not.
Arthur John Clemons, know him very well, definitely a bubble off plum but a very good player.I think in may be Art Clemmens, if we are thinking of the same person. Usually has a beard, paranoid, best game is one hole? I think he is currently in the St. Louis area.
In the early to mid nineties a fellow rolled into OKC with a local racehorse trainer. Who knows what his real name was but he went by Rusty, supposedly from Kentucky, which would actually make sense judging by who he was running with. He carefully uncovered his true ability as necessary. At the time I would guess he was fifty-ish, maybe 5'9", kind of stocky. Ring any bells for anyone?
I do not know if he has been mentioned or not, but around my area, Sam Kolesnik comes to mind. Most know him as Big Sam. He certainly knows his way around a table.
Around 2000 I was palying at Plush Pocket in Northridge. The topic came up about “monster” road players. Two names stood out as most notable - Jack Cooney and Vaughn Lucas. I was all ears, since I had never heard of either until then. Lo and behold, a month or so later a guy walks into the Plush Pocket on a Friday night and all the tables were going full blast. I was on a table all by myself, and so the guys - who carrying a 2x4 case just like most of us did - came over and asked if he could join me. I never saw him before, but had a gut feeling to be careful. He was a good-sized fellow who looked to be part Black or part Samoan. It was late and told him I only had time for one set of 9-ball, race to seven, no wager. All the time we played I was trying to figure if he was hustling me. He shot exactly the same speed as I did. Exactly, although I won the set 7 to 5.
The next day I came back to the pool hall my friend asks me if I knew I had been playing Vaughn Lucas the night before. Bingo! That’s when I knew that Vaughn had been setting me up for a later match - no doubts some “cheap sets."
Punch line to the story came about three weeks later when my friend - who traveled all over to catch the action - reported that went down to Hard Times and watched a 9-ball match - a hill-hill match, race to eleven - between Vaughn and Parica. That told me everything about Vaughn’s real
speed, although Parica nipped him.