Funny thing I didn't keep up with first biggish money win, first tourney win, not much of anything. I started abusing a snooker table for a couple months. When I did get somebody to play with me I had to use simplified rules and stall a lot. I started keeping up with banks in regulation play when I noticed I was getting some to fall. I got up to four in regulation play and there I stuck. After about a month I jumped to six, never ran five balls. I ran six balls four or five times in the next month but sold my business and bought another about 125 miles or so up the road. No snooker tables to play on and no time either. Among other things I bought an emergency wrecker service. I spent hours studying patterns, a city map, streets, through roads to get to them as fast as possible.
I put up some pretty high runs snooker and pool but the other one that stands out is how GregCantrall measures, wins. One crazy night I got on a nine foot challenge table. My total cash was in my pocket, three twenties. I had my road dog with me and a simple plan. Drive until I scored enough cash to cover some bills that would be late in another couple weeks.
I sent Bobby in first then followed about ten minutes later. Didn't want to advertise we were together. I go in and Bobby is on the table, looks good. I watch and see Bobby getting paid off five dollars after a game. Not bad for the time and place. I amble over to the only two women in the place. "Can I buy you ladies a drink?" Little Millers. Cool, cheap dates! I had to watch Bobby's math a little on the fifty-fifty split so after about an hour I decide I had better challenge the table and keep Bobby honest. This was an old country honky-tonk on a week night. Weekends people came out of the piney woods and there would be a few hundred people jammed in here, tonight there were about twenty including the male bartender and the two ladies.
I took over from Bobby, Bobby took over from me. Most of the guys in the room had a challenge up on that old table and looking at every two quarters stacked up down the table made me greedy, at least gas and expenses for a few days. My 454 was a thirsty pig but it had it's pluses too.
Once my quarters came up I didn't lose a game. Played about thirty different people all told, most couldn't make a ball in the ocean. The handful of players with break and run possibilities saw a different game than the hopelessly lost bangers.
Took the ladies to their home and Bobby to his a few hours later. I had been tossing a five to Bobby every little bit to buy us all a beer since he and the gals had came up to the rail. So had the bartender, I was the entertainment that night. Gradually I started losing players with the last of them going straight to work without so much as a shower. The last handful provided the parade out to my truck!
I still had over eight hundred in fives in my pockets, boots, and around when I counted and divvied later. I never lost a game all night. Never scratched or made an eight ball on a break which was the biggest danger. It wasn't high toned or pretty but I won over 160 games without a loss.
A couple months later I went back. Most of the guys pulled their money when they saw me. I played three games and the rail was bare, no challenges. I hung around and drank a beer but nothing doing. I gave it three or four more months and went back. Everybody pulled their money off the table when I walked in the door. I had well and thoroughly killed the golden goose. Might have done the same thing again, I needed that money. Still nice paying challenge tables an hour from home were hard to find and I regretted killing my action there.
Oh, another high run, I passed thirteen cars before the green flag one night running dirt! Set four local records with a pistol too. Not totally a one trick pony.
Hu
I put up some pretty high runs snooker and pool but the other one that stands out is how GregCantrall measures, wins. One crazy night I got on a nine foot challenge table. My total cash was in my pocket, three twenties. I had my road dog with me and a simple plan. Drive until I scored enough cash to cover some bills that would be late in another couple weeks.
I sent Bobby in first then followed about ten minutes later. Didn't want to advertise we were together. I go in and Bobby is on the table, looks good. I watch and see Bobby getting paid off five dollars after a game. Not bad for the time and place. I amble over to the only two women in the place. "Can I buy you ladies a drink?" Little Millers. Cool, cheap dates! I had to watch Bobby's math a little on the fifty-fifty split so after about an hour I decide I had better challenge the table and keep Bobby honest. This was an old country honky-tonk on a week night. Weekends people came out of the piney woods and there would be a few hundred people jammed in here, tonight there were about twenty including the male bartender and the two ladies.
I took over from Bobby, Bobby took over from me. Most of the guys in the room had a challenge up on that old table and looking at every two quarters stacked up down the table made me greedy, at least gas and expenses for a few days. My 454 was a thirsty pig but it had it's pluses too.
Once my quarters came up I didn't lose a game. Played about thirty different people all told, most couldn't make a ball in the ocean. The handful of players with break and run possibilities saw a different game than the hopelessly lost bangers.
Took the ladies to their home and Bobby to his a few hours later. I had been tossing a five to Bobby every little bit to buy us all a beer since he and the gals had came up to the rail. So had the bartender, I was the entertainment that night. Gradually I started losing players with the last of them going straight to work without so much as a shower. The last handful provided the parade out to my truck!
I still had over eight hundred in fives in my pockets, boots, and around when I counted and divvied later. I never lost a game all night. Never scratched or made an eight ball on a break which was the biggest danger. It wasn't high toned or pretty but I won over 160 games without a loss.
A couple months later I went back. Most of the guys pulled their money when they saw me. I played three games and the rail was bare, no challenges. I hung around and drank a beer but nothing doing. I gave it three or four more months and went back. Everybody pulled their money off the table when I walked in the door. I had well and thoroughly killed the golden goose. Might have done the same thing again, I needed that money. Still nice paying challenge tables an hour from home were hard to find and I regretted killing my action there.
Oh, another high run, I passed thirteen cars before the green flag one night running dirt! Set four local records with a pistol too. Not totally a one trick pony.
Hu
