I recall years ago Kim Davenport drawing Mike Siegel in a 9-ball tournament…he made the mistake of saying he wanted a quiet match……
….15 minutes of Mike explaining to him why he wasn’t going to get that glazed his eyes.
I was thinking about Mike when some people say no talking during a match.
The match I mentioned earlier with Danny Medina, aside from anything else I don't think I have ever been more evenly matched with somebody. Homefield advantage definitely helped me, especially since I was and am a believer in homefield advantage. We were playing on a coin-op table and the quarters at fifty cents a game were going through the mechanism so fast it went from cold to moderately warm. We were playing eight ball, run out pool, no stalling on either side.
I don't think I have talked and laughed more even in a match with friends. First three games Danny insisted on me winning. Fourth game the table was perfect. When I didn't pocket my last ball Danny had three object balls and the eight ball all within a foot of a different pocket. He looked at me at just the time I shot him an ugly look thinking, "Let's see you get out of running that asshole!" He cleaned up the table and I racked. He bent over to break then stood up and motioned me over.
He had introduced himself with a front and back name, both of which I promptly forgot. Anybody that could run three balls lied about their name anyway. Now he told me, "My name is Danny Medina. I am a road player out of Los Vegas. Let's cut the shit and play pool!" Exactly what we did! We were in a little bar near my house and it had been several years since I had been beaten on a table there. No mistaking it though, Danny was creeping ahead. He was winning maybe five games to my four. We had been shooting all offense although there was no agreement in place. I didn't start playing any safeties but I did start playing the occasional two way shot. It was enough that it was now maybe five to four my way. I didn't play but one two way shot every few games. I didn't want Danny to see I had made an adjustment and make one too.
The play was intense but we were also talking and laughing nonstop. It didn't interfere in the least with our play. Danny went broke but I think the table got more money at fifty cents a game than I did. Games that went three innings or more were rare.
This was early Danny Medina before bad habits caught up with him. I had so much fun I would gladly have given all I won back, it was just for keeping score anyway. He wouldn't take but a few dollars, enough to buy gas to get back to Greenway. I asked how he would build up from zero. He said any pool room owner in the world would back him. Danny didn't lack confidence in himself!
This was when particularly small action was easy to find and I probably was friendly with a few dozen local hustlers. Not really friends but we all acknowledged we walked the same side of the street. We might be talking about anything.
I was shooting a fifty yard rimfire benchrest match alongside Hall of Fame member Don Geraci on the next bench. About halfway through the time to shoot five groups he asked if I had crossfired on his target. A fly had been on my target so I knew what was up. "It is a fly." "You are right. He has walked over to the hole and is looking in it, Got him!" The chatter didn't bother either of us and head shooting a fly at fifty yards midmatch was just a Jed Clampett thing to do! I filed a motion with the official that the outside edges of the splatter mark should be Don's official extreme spread on that group but nobody took me seriously. Had they I would have had to argue the other side!
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