yaffabernstein said:
What do you think the stroke was from, speed, long term use which blew up his head and he alsmost died of it. Why do you think he would be jumping all over and running around the table like a bunny rabbit, he was wired so tight its no wonder the band finaly broke. He loved to drink wine and beat up his old lady too. The guy had a lot of problems. Everyone hated his ass.
When did you become an expert on the personal life of Mosconi. I don't remember ever seeing you around, or are you another 21 year old know it all. Did you ever actually see him play?
I grew up in Dayton, Ohio and East High Billiards was still there (in Springfield) until about the mid 70's. I played pool there with Howard Barrett and Russ Maddox, who owned the place in the 1960's. I believe the tables were Brunswick Sport Kings, over sized 8 footers, which were quite common back then in the Midwest. I do not recall the pockets being buckets, but normal size for their day, which may have been 5". They were straight cut, with deep slate and very stiff. They would definitely reject a poorly hit shot.
From all accounts I heard over the years (from the locals), Mosconi did not miss or have a ball jump out of a pocket. Sport Kings took the balls real good anyway. He did finally miss a ball in the side. All those rumors were started by "knockers" and other envious types. If the shoe fits, wear it.
True, Willie wasn't always the most agreeable chap, but he and Flora (that's his wife in case you didn't know) always seemed to get along fine. If anything, he was especially respectful of her. I was around him many times over the years, for exhibitons, appearances and even some tournaments like The Legends of Pool. I never once saw him drunk or inebriated. Rather than looking like a jack rabbit around the table, he was poetry in motion.
Watching him run balls (and he was still running hundreds at EVERY exhibition well into his 60's) was like watching a great dancer perform.
I've seen many players who were wired on speed, and he wasn't. Period!
Of course, you may tell us he bought his speed from you. Otherwise how would you know all this. And you probably have copies of the police reports from the domestic calls to his home. Right?
Or maybe you're just talking out of your ass, about one of the greatest pool players who ever lived. I mean who the hell is Yaffa Bernstein anyway? You probably can't make a ball in the ocean.