What Buddy said about Lassiter

Jay, if you're out there.... or anyone else that knows.... did Worst and Lassiter ever run into one another? Again, I know they were in different
generations.

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There were actually prominent at the same time with Worst about 15 years younger. When Harold rose to prominence in the pool world he kind of took it by storm, defeating almost all the more experienced players and seasoned pros. He quickly gained the respect of tourney players and hustlers alike. He was an earlier version of Shane, willing to gamble with anyone for any amount and also able to win tournaments against all the top pros.

Lassiter had been on top of the heap for over 20 years when Harold rose to the top. He was probably the only player that Lassiter didn't want to gamble with, choosing instead to just leave him alone. Sometimes top players will do this (Buddy and Parica for instance) to avoid getting a loss on their record. Lassiter was proud of his long reign on top of the pool world and I'm sure he saw Worst as a threat to this. For the record, Harold offered to play him a $10,000 match and never got an answer.

Probably what got the attention of ALL the players in the 60's was Harold's quiet confidence. He was not a braggart or a loud mouth. He just came to the table and kicked your ass! Worst was a man's man and unlike anyone else in the pool world at that time. Kind of like Bob Vanover, the greatest "amateur" player I ever saw. I guarantee you that back in Texas in the 80's and 90's no one went looking for Bob Vanover. Bob was always humble and showed respect for his opponent before annihilating them. Both he and Harold were proud men though, not ones to back down from a challenge.
 
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You know...Jay.....It's peeps like you that just make this place the nutz!
If our paths ever cross you've got a beer or two and lunch or dinner on me.

Thanks for your response, and for making this forum a better place!!!!!

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http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/vault/article/magazine/MAG1079430/index.htm

1967

It was that hallowed time of Peace On Earth, Good Will Toward Men, and shining tinsel decorations were strung all over the Golden Q Billiard Parlor. Luther (Wimpy) Lassiter, the world pocket billiards champion, and James ( Cicero) Murphy, who was contesting Wimpy's eminence, wished each other a happy holiday and other tidings of good cheer. Then Lassiter screwed together his pool cue with the $2.50 gold coin imbedded in the shaft, Murphy unbuttoned his tuxedo coat, and in this Yuletide setting the two men got down to the business of beating each other's brains out.

They shot pool for five days—all through the week between Christmas and New Year's—with the world championship plus $1,500 belonging to the winner and $1,000 plus condolences to the loser. No matter what was playing at the Radio City Music Hall across the East River in Manhattan, no matter what was happening anywhere, this was the green felt supergame, this was the holiday show for hustlers.

It is necessary to understand that Wimpy Lassiter and Cicero Murphy are magical names in an insulated world within a world. The Golden Q is in Queens, a jewel among the auto-repair shops and junkyards and not the easiest place in the world to find. Still, when the game began, every shooter in the East—informed by the mysterious network that drums out news of where the action is—had arrived. They sat in the bleachers and stared, enchanted, at the sight of one man reducing another to the quivers.

For this select audience the destruction was a joy to behold. The game is fourteen-one—otherwise known as straight pool—but by any name it is sweet torture. Let any two ordinary sharks play it, mincing around a table and pretending to be elaborately casual, and the pressures are tough enough. But put the two best shooters in the world in a game and it suddenly is more than a contest involving the knocking of colored balls into pockets. It becomes a ballet of dainty, deadly, impossible shots. Each man tightens the other down, turn by turn, until those telling beads of sweat appear on foreheads, veins stand out along necks in bold relief and there is not enough dusting powder in the whole world to keep the palms dry.

Championship pool is a perilous, careful game of cool eye and calm wrist. But shots are only one part of it. The other part began almost as soon as Cicero Murphy hit his first ball on Monday afternoon.

"I do declare, Mr. Murphy," Luther Lassiter, who is silver-haired and old-plantation, would sincerely say, "you sure are gettin' in some right fine strokes."

And Murphy, who is born fresh, lives a lifetime and dies of old age with each game, would smile uncertainly, acknowledging the compliment. Then he would hit a wobbler, bending over the table, the large vein pulsing across his forehead. Then he would miss.

It was all very regulation. That is, Wimpy and Cicero were introduced as Mister Lassiter and Mister Murphy. The event was an official world challenge match—which meant they had to wear tuxedos. This is done to show the world that pocket billiards is a game played by gentlemen under Tiffany lamps in elegant, pine-paneled rooms.

Still, there was enough of the oldtime aroma to prove that pool—glory be—will never really change. On the large, hand-painted scoreboard the word challenge was spelled "challange," and the air was mauve with cigar smoke, which was pierced by the occasional glint of diamond ring on little finger or solid-gold inlay on front tooth. The tournament table was bracketed on two sides by bleachers set in so close that the crowd had to draw back or duck for some of the shots. It seemed that the two champs were playing for their lives in a pit.

For a game shot through with overtones of terror, the mechanics were deceptively simple. The match was 1,500 points—one point per ball pocketed. But to get that far the shooters had to struggle through 10 games and a progressive point system, giving each man the chance to reduce the other to Jell-O, which is what pool is all about.

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George Rood said to me about 8 years ago the exact same thing Lassiter was like a machine in 9ball.
 
There were actually prominent at the same time with Worst about 15 years younger. When Harold rose to prominence in the pool world he kind of took it by storm, defeating almost all the more experienced players and seasoned pros. He quickly gained the respect of tourney players and hustlers alike. He was an earlier version of Shane, willing to gamble with anyone for any amount and also able to win tournaments against all the top pros.

Lassiter had been on top of the heap for over 20 years when Harold rose to the top. He was probably the only player that Lassiter didn't want to gamble with, choosing instead to just leave him alone. Sometimes top players will do this (Buddy and Parica for instance) to avoid getting a loss on their record. Lassiter was proud of his long reign on top of the pool world and I'm sure he saw Worst as a threat to this. For the record, Harold offered to play him a $10,000 match and never got an answer.

Probably what got the attention of ALL the players in the 60's was Harold's quiet confidence. He was not a braggart or a loud mouth. He just came to the table and kicked your ass! Worst was a man's man and unlike anyone else in the pool world at that time. Kind of like Bob Vanover, the greatest "amateur" player I ever saw. I guarantee you that back in Texas in the 80's and 90's no one went looking for Bob Vanover. Bob was always humble and showed respect for his opponent before annihilating them. Both he and Harold were proud men though, not ones to back down from a challenge.

Hello Jay,
Buddy Hall and I talked about tonight. Nothing but good to say about you. I already knew you were a great guy! Buddy was telling about the match at Red's nine ball open, where he played Efren Reyes. And you Ref some of the shots. Efren won the nine ball open tourny. Buddy had been drinking all day and to drink 3 pots of coffee to play the match. Thanks Jay. http://www.insidepoolmag.com
Many Regards,
Lock N Load.
 
Hello Jay,
Buddy Hall and I talked about tonight. Nothing but good to say about you. I already knew you were a great guy! Buddy was telling about the match at Red's nine ball open, where he played Efren Reyes. And you Ref some of the shots. Efren won the nine ball open tourny. Buddy had been drinking all day and to drink 3 pots of coffee to play the match. Thanks Jay. http://www.insidepoolmag.com
Many Regards,
Lock N Load.

Thanks for that. Buddy knows I love him and wish he could lose 100 pounds. For the record the best money players I ever saw were Buddy and Parica in the modern era. Not Sigel, not Earl and sorry to say not Efren. Only Keith had as much heart and game as these two, but he couldn't beat either one for the cheese. He tried and failed the times I knew about.

Lassiter, Cornbread and Worst were the best money players in their day. Cornbread frightened everyone and could play jam up 9-Ball or One Pocket (for any amount, the higher the better). But he didn't want to mess with Lassiter or Worst. I heard Harold went to Detroit and beat Red one time for a large number and Red left him alone after that. No one wanted a piece of Lassiter until Harold came along.
 
Thanks Jay I had George Rude (how ever you spell it) mixed up with Harold Worst when I was saying that Lassiter didn't want to play him. Because that's what I heard and had typed earlier in this thread asking if anyone could shed some light on the matter and you did. Thanks
 
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Gene Nagy who had the highest regard for Lassiter, told me that Lassiter's best game was 9-Ball on a tight pocket table. Any player who allowed himself to be lured by Lassiter to a tight pocket table was doomed.
 
There was a lot more going in in that match that most people know. There is a whole back story that is relevant to the outcome. I was there, I watched it and even ref's on a couple of shots. Efren (and his backers) had won a small fortune already gambling, plus winning the Red's tournament. There was a lot of heat on them down there in South Texas. That's enough for now.


Was there so much heat that Efren and his backers felt compelled to drop that money so that they could get out of town? Is that what you are implying Jay because that's what it sounds like to me.
 
Lassiter, Cornbread and Worst were the best money players in their day. Cornbread frightened everyone and could play jam up 9-Ball or One Pocket (for any amount, the higher the better). But he didn't want to mess with Lassiter or Worst. I heard Harold went to Detroit and beat Red one time for a large number and Red left him alone after that. No one wanted a piece of Lassiter until Harold came along.

Harold Worst also barbequed Red playing snooker on a 5x10, and that took
some doing.
But I think Red was the best 1-pocket player on a 5x10 snooker table ever.
 
For money, there has never been a more feared nine ball player than Lassiter. As another poster noted, until Harold Worst came along, almost nobody would even get on the table with Lassiter at nine ball.

Of course, Lassiter excelled at the "shootout" version of nineball than that which is played today, and this, at least to a point, makes a comparison between him and guys like Earl and Buddy a bit difficult.

On many occasions, those who saw Lassiter play nine ball in his prime have told me he was the best ever at nine ball. Perhaps he was. I simply can't say.
 
I read somewhere, Lassiter said he would watch a guy play pool for at least 1 hour and if he missed more than once he was sure he could beat him. How strong is that?????
 
I read somewhere, Lassiter said he would watch a guy play pool for at least 1 hour and if he missed more than once he was sure he could beat him. How strong is that?????

I doubt he'd have said it today. Some guys play so slow that it seems like they take fifteen minutes on every shot.
 
In the late sixtys I caught the Gray Dog to Houston to watch Lassiter hit some balls. All I can say he never missed one shot.
 
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