I started playing just short of my 18th birthday. I wanted something new to do at night, so a friend of mine took me to a pool hall. He proclaimed himself to be a good player, with his own cue and everything. Boy, was I getting ready for a whooping... But that's not what happened. I beat him in 8-ball 9-2. Got to say, that's quite the confidence builder for a beginner. With my interests piqued, I began showing up on a regular basis. Picked up the nickname "Junior" for having the same name as a better player in the hall, so I was John "Junior."
Went to the University of Illinois and started playing for their billiards club. The new people and the new competition, along with the good players back home, kept me aspiring to be on their level. Two years later, I'm approaching that level and hitting the harder part of the curve.