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jim rempe.......class act
jim rempe.......class act
My friend Paul.
I'm sure nobody on here knows who he was, but he was my mentor and a good friend. I met Paul when I was about 6 and never knew he played pool. He was a family friend, owned a barber shop, and cut my hair as a kid. I moved all over the states while growing up but eventually moved back to my home state during high school and my parents bought a house right next door to Paul. I use to do little odd jobs around the neighborhood for money and he hired me to help him add a room on to his house one summer that was big enough for the 5x10 snooker table he had in storage. When the room was finished I helped him move the table in and set it up. After that we began to play...day after day. Mostly snooker, but he had snooker-size pool balls too and taught me how to play 8-ball and 9-ball as well.
He played very well and, as I learned later on, was an old school road player. The more I came over and subjected myself to his torture, the more he spoke about his past. He NEVER let me win, ever, but he seemed amused by the fact that I wouldn't quit trying to beat him and began to teach me things here and there. Not so much in the technique department. He taught me more about gambling and matching up than anything else. The first thing he ever taught me about making money is to be honest with yourself and know YOUR true speed first and foremost. He always said, "Until you can do that, you'll never be able to make any money and keep it in your pocket." One of my favorite road stories/lessons from him was on that subject.
He told me he was very cocky starting out on the road and that his attitude cost him a lot of money. In particular, one day while on the road in Texas. He was breaking a ring game in some pool room and was convinced nobody in the area could beat him. The ring game dwindled down to just a couple guys and him and a big fellow asked if he could get in, to which Paul responded, "Your moneys as good as everyone elses guy." The two of them cleaned up the ring game and matched up head to head afterwards. Paul lost it all. Not just the money from the ring game, but most of his bankroll as well. Paul, tail now firmly between his legs, asked the man's name, to which the gentleman responded, "UJ Puckett".
Unfortunately Paul passed on a couple of years ago but I'll never forget him. Sorry for the long winded post, but I just wanted to share a little bit in memory of my good friend. :smile:
Right now I have to say it's a guy named Randy Cole..Not so much my hero, but he's one of the best around here. He's just a roofer. But still plays all road players when he gets off work. He still drives all the nails by hand, usually plays with a bar cue. When he's feeling preppy he plays with the Dufferin that his girlfriend bought him. He is 50 years old now and his eyes aren't that great, and he usually will only play about 200 dollar sets.
He can be an assh***, but everyone can be at times. I don't think there is anybody that works as hard as he does, at his age, and plays his speed, with a bar stick....
Dan Louie.
Fierce competitor. Perfect gentleman.
pete
When I was young, Mosconi was my hero, but today, I kind of like Rodney Morris.
I'm a big fan of Mike Sigel. He had the tenacity to be one tough competitor.
Jimmy Rempe, Francisco Bustamante, Oliver Ortmann, Ralf Souquet, Efren Reyes and Earl Strickland are my heroes over the last 25 years.