Thanks Jay, always a pleasure.
Tap! Tap! Jay,you nailed it. Just being exposed to this atmosphere is what causes us to fall in love with this wonderful game. Everyone has a defining moment that captures why we are part of this family. All the qualities of a good well rounded life..humor,analysis,logic,and yes...thievery. That was funny Jay,and you said it best. :thumbup:When I was a kid at Johnston City I got stranded out at the Show Bar and my motel room was in Benton. I needed a ride and didn't know anyone well enough to ask. It was late at night (actually early in the morning), and there were still some players gambling and hanging out. The only one who I had met was Danny Diliberto so I mustered up the courage to ask him for a ride back to the motel.
He said sure and I waited for him to leave. A little while later he motioned at me to come on, so like a little lost puppy I followed him out the door. He leads me to a car driven by Danny Jones. In the front seat is Cornbread Red. Danny and I get into the back seat and he tells these two I'm a friend of his. They pretty much ignore me. For the next thirty minutes or so I get entertained by some of the funniest dialogue I had ever heard by these three road men. I never said boo the whole trip, just sat there with my ears wide open.
I couldn't tell you a thing they said but it was all about pool and matching up with different people. Oh, if I could have recorded that conversation. It was one part humor, one part analysis, one part logic and the rest outright thievery. From then on I was enchanted by this pool racket and the men playing it.
I remember back in the early 90's playing young Mr. Walker a bit. It was on the Bar box in Keokuk,Iowa. I do believe it was at Chintz's Bar. Man they had the Best Tenderloin and Fried Chicken!!! The only stories Whitey told back then was how he was gonna smoke my azz on the Box!! He plays pretty sporty that Mr. Walker. Don't let anybody tell you food doesn't soothe the pain!!!:bash:I was lucky enough to go to the sprint car races in southeast Iowa with Whitey Walker and Dave Matlock a few years back when Dave was in Burlington to play a match with Jesse Bowman. It was about an hour drive to the track and they told pool stories the whole way there.
When I was a kid at Johnston City I got stranded out at the Show Bar and my motel room was in Benton. I needed a ride and didn't know anyone well enough to ask. It was late at night (actually early in the morning), and there were still some players gambling and hanging out. The only one who I had met was Danny Diliberto so I mustered up the courage to ask him for a ride back to the motel.
He said sure and I waited for him to leave. A little while later he motioned at me to come on, so like a little lost puppy I followed him out the door. He leads me to a car driven by Danny Jones. In the front seat is Cornbread Red. Danny and I get into the back seat and he tells these two I'm a friend of his. They pretty much ignore me. For the next thirty minutes or so I get entertained by some of the funniest dialogue I had ever heard by these three road men. I never said boo the whole trip, just sat there with my ears wide open.
I couldn't tell you a thing they said but it was all about pool and matching up with different people. Oh, if I could have recorded that conversation. It was one part humor, one part analysis, one part logic and the rest outright thievery. From then on I was enchanted by this pool racket and the men playing it.
Ok, ya got me hooked. Dave Matlock and Jesse Bowman played? What was the game, how much, what size table? Inquiring minds want to know. Also, what year was this?
If you put Billy and me together, you will listen to us argue for hours. We have been disagreeing about most everything for thirty odd years now!![]()