In 1977, I was practicing at a pool hall in Staten Island.......it was a rainy Saturday afternoon in August.....joint was mostly empty......the owner, Leon, a little Greek immigrant and I played one of our many matches as he was my 3 cushion mentor. This was the best day of my life playing 3 cushion and at one point that day, I had runs of 6, 7, 6 & 9 3 cushion billiards runs......I was on fire that day and know what.......I've never even come close to doing "any" high consecutive runs again.....more than 35 years and it's never happened again........28 points in 4 innings........the Pool Gods were with me on a meaningless day of practice and it cost me a lot of money.
Why?
Because after that day, I actually believed for awhile I was a pretty good player and thought that I was just starting to blossom with my emerging skills. I mean Leon was over the top excited and complimentary of my play that day telling me he's never done that and he was a much better player than I was. So for the next couple of weeks, I got my clock cleaned playing opponents with spots I shouldn't have given or else should have asked for more......I lost a lot......probably more than 1/2 my matches.......depressing.
After I came back to earth, my ego was left in the closet and I just appreciated the game for what it is........the toughest billiard/pocket pool game invented.
Matt B.
Hi Matt, what room did you play in?