Renegade said:
Had this award been around four or five years ago, Keith would have won it already. Especially at that time where he was getting back into heavier tournament and match up mode.
Can he get a fair game now?
Here's a write-up I did a few years ago. Note to Keith and JAM, I didn't watch the entire set or night, so I don't know how the session ended. I only reported on the first half hour or so. Please feel free to correct me as to the outcome:
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I was in Derby City a couple of years ago when Keith was playing Sparky all week. At one point, they had left their table for a break, and some other game (Frost and Jimmy Fusco, 5-ahead, 5 large) started up on it. When Keith came back, he wanted "his" table back. They wouldn't give it back, so Keith says, "well, I'm taking my cueball" which apparently must have been a red circle or something special."
I know Frost and Fusco were pissed (I think they were in the middle of a game at the time), but it was too comical for either to get too mad. There were no tables left in the practice room, so Keith literally with ball in hand marched into the tournament room. Now there was still a tournament going on, but he walked right through everything to the Chapel area ( a small side room that looks like a Chapel) that had tables in it.
So, the picture is this:
Keith McCready, with the ball, dressed only in a worn out and grungy golf-style shirt with a few cigarette holes, some old gym shorts from the 70's, and dirty white socks. No shoes. He looked like he just crawled out from trying on clothes at the Goodwill box. And his skinny legs were in dire need of covering. As he walked, the socks were slipping off as socks do, so the toe ends were just flapping away in a clown-like fashion as he strutted through the tournament arena with ball in hand. There were probably 3 dozen people following him in a mock Pied Piper fashion all the way until he found an empty table in the Chapel. Fusco was one of them trying to get the ball back!!! All the while, McCready was just a yapping away.
"C'mon Sparky! Let's play."
And they played.
And Keith got smoked.
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Fred