Back to One Side last night. Alex was hooked up with Gallego for 6K in a Ten Ball Race To Thirty. I watch Alex string seven racks on these tough tables. His break is awesome. He was leading 16-5 when I left for my hotel. Couldn't keep my eyes open. I was told Ramil had beaten Alex twice before in the last few weeks. Alex has his AAAA+++ game going now.
Earlier in the week, Yang (the Chinese #1) beat Busty for 6K playing Ten Ball. Kuo beat Cortezza in a cheap set for about $500. These are the two best Chinese players. I played last night with Bob Guerrero, the local TV announcer. He is filipino, but looks and acts American. Poor boy. He has been itching to play with me, so we went to Rack 'n Roll, just down the street from One Side.
Bob has two cues, one for me. It is a cheap two piece, absolutely plain jane. His cue is a fairly nice filipino made special. Feels good in my hands with a nice tip. He will not share tho, so I must play with the cheapo. At least it's straight and has a decent tip. We play 9-Ball for two hours on the Gold Crown copy. It plays tough! That seems to be the thing in the filipinos, tough equipment.
Bob is only a fair player so I win most games. I never quite get the feel of this this clunky cue, so I can't let out my stroke (what little stroke I have). Try as I might I have trouble running an entire rack. Maybe I run two racks the whole session. These tables bank funny, so one of my weapons is lost. It is all in fun tho, so I don't really care. Bob asks me what I will do if one of the local hotshots comes over and asks me to play. I disappoint him when I say I will pass.
I qualify my answer by saying if you let me use your cue, I may play some One Pocket. He seems pleased now. Thankfully, everyone leaves the two announcers alone. I feel quite inadequate as a pool player in this country. I have seen too many run-out teenagers. I will be glad to stick to reporting and commentating.
The highlight of my night is walking into One Side and seeing the big crowd around the Alex-Gallego match. We stand well off to the side, but both players walk over and greet me one by one. First Ramil, between games comes over to say hi and chat a bit. Asks me about the Sands in December and Derby City. He has never been to Louisville. I tell him he will be in heaven there, non stop action. He could win millions! Tony Waton look out. This guy would demolish him.
And then after a picture perfect run-out, a jovial Alex comes over and gives me a big hello and grabs my leg??? Well, it seemed friendly. I love this happy guy. He has more fun playing pool for serious money than anyone I've ever seen.
Oh well, maybe Jersey Red had as much fun. I loved him too, all his banter as he was running eight and out. I think of the big red man now. God, did he love to play Pool. He lived to play, and play he did. Sometimes mostly forgotten among the greats of his era, he was one of the best All Around players who ever lived.
Bob asks me this question. How did the old timers shape up against these great players? I give him my stock answer. More good players today, but the great ones from yesteryear were just as good as the great ones today. No one today would have to like messing with the big Red Rooster. He liked that name.
Vanessa has joined me and we go to breakfast now.