Ross Keith Thompson
Verified Member
It was al around time at Johnston city and I was late. No kidding people, I didn’t get a wake up call from the motel desk and Paulie Jansco had to hunt me down and rang my room.
Said to me you’ve got minutes to get here or it’s a forfeit!
Threw water in my face, had no clothes except what I was wearing, a sleeveless shirt and bell bottom jeans. Airline had lost my luggage. Hell of a way to start my day, bahahaha
When I walked into the tourney pit there was a big crowd and Lassiter was leaning on our table cue in hand ready to play.
He could have pushed for a forfeit but that wasn’t his way!
I ran around the place a few minutes and found a good straight house cue off the rack and hurried to the table where Lassiter was waiting for me.
It was time to man up for an 18 yr old battle hardened hustler of pool rooms and bars.
Would I go down 11-0 like the young player a little over a week before that never got to shoot at a ball or fire my cannon like I belonged?
I won the flip for choice of games and chose nine ball without thinking, also won the lag for first break!
My adrenaline was starting to kick in realizing the magnitude of the match in front of me with a pure legend of gigantic proportions.
I lined my cue ball up at center table and crashed into the nine ball rack, my cue ball bouncing a ft high in the air coming half way back to me before the spin of my English caught hold like a Tiger Woods golf shot with reverse spin on it settling near center table just like I planned it Bahahaha
When the rack settled and a ball was made, I looked around the table and thought I have to do this! I got out.
The 2nd rack I crashed into the balls, cue ball jumping again from the mighty collision just like Incardona orTall Jeff. I got out again!
Referee sounded off again “Game Thompson in a bold way“ like he was happy for me! COOL
My confidence grew as I put four racks on a Legend!
5th game didn’t make a ball. Lassiter would make me sit for the next three and didn’t make a ball the fourth rack. I was so releaved you can’t imagine!
I knew without doubt I had to do something special right now, I had no choice.
So I did, put 5 more racks together but didn’t make a ball on the 6th rack and headed to the neutral corner. I led 9-3 when he started shooting, it was 9-8 when he didn’t make a ball on the break the 6th rack.
I was the loneliest kid on earth as he ran those five racks, but it was my time now to perform and I had a decent set up on the rack, I got out. Referee sounded off “GameThompson “
My composer was stabilizing, I had become a true professional in one match against the mightiest of the mighty and I knew I belonged!
I crashed into the nine ball rack one more time, cueball bouncing one more time settling near center table, I got out one last time against a better man.
It was the greatest match I would ever play against the player and man I admired most. Referee sounded off one last time “Match Thompson “ against a thunderous ovation!
Life was good that day, like it was yesterday.
it was a chess match and I had made the first move. I fired my biggest gun and sunk a battleship. Life was tough in the pit in Johnston City 1970!
Said to me you’ve got minutes to get here or it’s a forfeit!
Threw water in my face, had no clothes except what I was wearing, a sleeveless shirt and bell bottom jeans. Airline had lost my luggage. Hell of a way to start my day, bahahaha
When I walked into the tourney pit there was a big crowd and Lassiter was leaning on our table cue in hand ready to play.
He could have pushed for a forfeit but that wasn’t his way!
I ran around the place a few minutes and found a good straight house cue off the rack and hurried to the table where Lassiter was waiting for me.
It was time to man up for an 18 yr old battle hardened hustler of pool rooms and bars.
Would I go down 11-0 like the young player a little over a week before that never got to shoot at a ball or fire my cannon like I belonged?
I won the flip for choice of games and chose nine ball without thinking, also won the lag for first break!
My adrenaline was starting to kick in realizing the magnitude of the match in front of me with a pure legend of gigantic proportions.
I lined my cue ball up at center table and crashed into the nine ball rack, my cue ball bouncing a ft high in the air coming half way back to me before the spin of my English caught hold like a Tiger Woods golf shot with reverse spin on it settling near center table just like I planned it Bahahaha
When the rack settled and a ball was made, I looked around the table and thought I have to do this! I got out.
The 2nd rack I crashed into the balls, cue ball jumping again from the mighty collision just like Incardona orTall Jeff. I got out again!
Referee sounded off again “Game Thompson in a bold way“ like he was happy for me! COOL
My confidence grew as I put four racks on a Legend!
5th game didn’t make a ball. Lassiter would make me sit for the next three and didn’t make a ball the fourth rack. I was so releaved you can’t imagine!
I knew without doubt I had to do something special right now, I had no choice.
So I did, put 5 more racks together but didn’t make a ball on the 6th rack and headed to the neutral corner. I led 9-3 when he started shooting, it was 9-8 when he didn’t make a ball on the break the 6th rack.
I was the loneliest kid on earth as he ran those five racks, but it was my time now to perform and I had a decent set up on the rack, I got out. Referee sounded off “GameThompson “
My composer was stabilizing, I had become a true professional in one match against the mightiest of the mighty and I knew I belonged!
I crashed into the nine ball rack one more time, cueball bouncing one more time settling near center table, I got out one last time against a better man.
It was the greatest match I would ever play against the player and man I admired most. Referee sounded off one last time “Match Thompson “ against a thunderous ovation!
Life was good that day, like it was yesterday.
it was a chess match and I had made the first move. I fired my biggest gun and sunk a battleship. Life was tough in the pit in Johnston City 1970!