I grew up in the '70s to '90s era of pool when action was the norm, kind of post Johnston City. I also had a brief pool experience in the early 2000s on the tournament trail.
The neighborhood pool rooms sure ain't what they used to be. In fact, the "real" pool rooms are extinct for the most part in the United States. Though there may be a few sprinkled here and there, the downturn in the economy has taken its toll on pool halls a/k/a billiard parlors a/k/a pool rooms, more ways than one.
If you like loud music, dozens of flat-screen TVs with football games on them, and alcohol, then this kind of pool room may be popular for today's pool peeps, but those kind of pool rooms are not fun for this goat-roper at all.
Growing up, we used to hang out in the neighborhood pool rooms and marvel at the local greats. There were a few tournaments here and there, but the majority of the activity in our pool room was action, whether it was playing for time or for a dime.
Pool players seemed to have what I term as "pool etiquette" back then, too. If a guy beat you out of your dough, he always paid the time, no questions asked. Sometimes the loser would get a jelly roll or a walking stick if they incurred a heavy loss. It was kind of like they believed you should never leave a fellow pool player broke, hoping that the favor would be returned someday.
Road warriors would leave the cities and travel cross country. As strangers in town, they looked for places to get played. It didn't matter who it was most times. They were looking for fresh prey. There was none of this begging for spots or matching up with handicaps. These action men stepped up to the plate and gave it their all, oftentimes playing with a house stick. There was definitely the possibility of getting beat, too. Sometimes the house man might be a professional-caliber player that the road agent had never heard of before. Western Union was a road player's best friend.
With the advent of digital technology, going on the road was not quite as lucrative anymore. Today's pool world worships anybody with deep pockets. In fact, it doesn't matter if they can't play very well or even play a lick. As long as they're willing to throw money around, that's all they need to do to be accepted into the culture.
Tournament soldiers will continue to be globe trotters, but like the road warriors, they too are becoming a dying breed, at least in these United States. :sorry:
The leagues and weekend regional tours is what is keeping pool alive and well today. I've said it before and I'll say it again. When I was playing on the leagues is when I had the most fun with pool. Professional pool and all of its false promises and political favoritism has killed my enthusiasm. As well, I don't worship money the way some do, so I don't get excited seeing deep-pocketed people play for big bucks that can't run four balls in a row.
Everybody thinks the golden age is when they were enjoying it. Well, my golden age of pool was the '70s through '90s. Everything after that, I feel like Captain Kirk, et al., of the Starship Enterprise trying to hang out with the Kling-ons. It's just not the same.