Harry Palmeri
I worked at a pool hall (The Campus Room) in Chicago during the mid 70's. One of the regulars was an old timer named Harry Palmeri.
Harry was always dressed to the nines. In the winter, he even wore a bowler-style hat.
Even though he was 70-some years old, Harry liked to hustle the younger players. And, since this pool hall was located right across the street from Loyola University, Harry had more games than he could ever wish for.
Harry would amaze whom ever he could coral by betting on "impossible" trick shots. One of his winter favorites was to take his hat off and place it upside down on the table. Then, with a house cue, Harry would stroke down and begin to pop balls into his hat, one right after another. What was amazing was that he could lob a ball into his hat even if it was a foot or two away. Amazing.
Of course, the management didn't care much for Harry's antics, as the cloth would take a beating, not to mention the ideas he planted into young, impressionable minds.
Harry, along with his followers never, to my knowledge, associated popping balls into his hat with a jump shot as we know of it, today. But I will say this: Harry was short, maybe not even five and a half feet tall: But he could sure jump ole whitey!
Shoot Safe.
John
I worked at a pool hall (The Campus Room) in Chicago during the mid 70's. One of the regulars was an old timer named Harry Palmeri.
Harry was always dressed to the nines. In the winter, he even wore a bowler-style hat.
Even though he was 70-some years old, Harry liked to hustle the younger players. And, since this pool hall was located right across the street from Loyola University, Harry had more games than he could ever wish for.
Harry would amaze whom ever he could coral by betting on "impossible" trick shots. One of his winter favorites was to take his hat off and place it upside down on the table. Then, with a house cue, Harry would stroke down and begin to pop balls into his hat, one right after another. What was amazing was that he could lob a ball into his hat even if it was a foot or two away. Amazing.
Of course, the management didn't care much for Harry's antics, as the cloth would take a beating, not to mention the ideas he planted into young, impressionable minds.
Harry, along with his followers never, to my knowledge, associated popping balls into his hat with a jump shot as we know of it, today. But I will say this: Harry was short, maybe not even five and a half feet tall: But he could sure jump ole whitey!
Shoot Safe.
John