The Miller Report - Part 1
The Beginning. Took off early last Thursday afternoon. Feeling ok (not necessarily good but not at all bad) about my game, been hitting balls regularly, let’s see how thing go…. It was really, really, cold. Don’t know what the windchill was but wouldn’t be surprised if it was below zero. Figured even the most chickenshit of cops would be in no hurry to write any tickets given the climatic conditions and must have been right because the Chevy Spark set a land speed record from East St. Louis to Louisville – right at 3 hours (and that includes stopping once for gas).
Check into the hotel. They try to sell you Wi-Fi access for an additional $15/day that you don’t need – my phone’s Verizon network worked fine. By the time all the vague taxes and fees are added in, the “DCC Rate” comes in at about $135/night. Overall, hotel is a really nice place – what you’d expect, bed is comfortable, however, water temperature in the tub was either scalding hot or ice cold – took longer to get the temperature adjusted than to shower….
Thursday Evening. Wait in line about 20 minutes to get my players pass (paid ahead of time $160 for banks, $160 for one pocket). Immediately head upstairs, hit some banks with a guy who let me practice with him, hop on the adjacent table the second it becomes open. Tables playing lighting fast, balls are slick, etc. End up playing a set with Crabb Man – get beat (words cannot express how much it pains me to utter and admit to this). Tag out and Rowsey hops in the grease. Walk around the main tournament room and casino. Place a $20 bet for Blues to win the Stanley Cup at 25:1. See Jerry (Baby Huey) and Daniel (povpool) – catch up, chat for a while, ask about Hendy and DaBarber, etc. Ultimately end up at the bar with Brumback and a couple of his buddies.
An Interlude About Covid and Food. For those interested, Covid protocols were non-existent. No temperature taken to get in, very few people wearing masks, etc. Only places to eat that were open (the other venues closed supposedly because of Covid) included Jack Binion’s Steakhouse (reservation required) and in the food court: (1) the Mexican place, and (2) the “homestyle” cafeteria. The food was horrible. I brought some crackers, pop tarts, and capri suns with me and I’m glad I did. From the cafeteria I ordered brisket and it was basically two chunks of fat, soaking in grease, with a thin strip of meat running down the middle. From the Mexican place, I ordered a taco plate. The pulled chicken looked the best so that is what I ordered – there were chunks of it that were hard and that couldn’t be chewed. Words cannot express how horrible the food court grub was. At the main bar, they were doing this weird thing where you had to get in a line for a drink, but yet the bar itself and all the stools were open – really bizarre. More about Jack Binion’s on Saturday. Back to Covid….I think that if you walked into that building you were immediately exposed to virus. People were packed in there. It’s a personal decision, and for what it’s worth, here’s the logic behind mine: I have been vaccinated, boostered, and pretty sure my entire household had Omicron (but since the government can’t seem to unfuck itself, never did get tested because there were no tests). In short, think I’m about as protected and antibodied as much as possible, don’t have any of the underlying concerns, and it’s simply inevitable to be exposed at this point regardless (once again, just my thinking and mine alone).
Friday. Wake up from a good night’s sleep and get downstairs for the draw. Draw Naoyuki Oi (if you don’t know, see
Japanese Pool Player Naoyuki Oi GO HOME! HAPPPPY! INTERVIEW COMPILATION - YouTube and
Naoyuki Oi DANCES during interview at 2021 World Cup of Pool - YouTube). Well, this is obviously pretty cool…. Play my match around 3:00 or so. Get beat 3-0. It’s not that Oi played lights out, I was just kinda lost – everything speed wise was ½ diamond short or 1-½ diamonds long. Last rack I did have a four-ball run, so there’s that…. Didn’t buy back in. Go to the sportsbook, pick the Blues to win over Kraken – book a winner. End up rotating most of the evening between the bar, main tournament room, and the action room (with the Players Club crew from STL). Not necessarily relegated to Friday evening, saw various 1p.org members throughout the trip: kollegedave, youngstowndad, lfigueroa, DWS, #cruncher, johnnytronic, brlongarm, Tin Man, NH Steve, Incardona, Brumback, povpool, Baby Huey, crabbcatjohn, southavenrecreationcenter, Johhny Willis, shw….and I’m sure several are being forgotten….somehow missed Sandra (sorry Fanatic)…. Hit the rack pretty late and not feeling much pain.
Saturday. Saturday was my recovery and venue day. Sweated several good matches (Louis Demarco and Mike Pankoff come to mind), checked out all the vendors, hung out some with Buster, looked at numerous cues/cases/etc. Shook his hand, thanked him, and chatted with Greg Sullivan for a couple of minutes. Said he’s retired, maintains 51% control of Diamond Billiards, and pointed out the gentleman he has running his company. He’s a very polite and humble man. (Little disappointed in another Diamond Billiards related matter – more about that later.) Picked up a dozen Accu-Stats DVDs. Got a reservation for a bar seat (getting a table was laughable) at Binion’s Steakhouse. After a couple days of shit food, the prime rib and loaded baked potato hit the spot. Rolled my Blues winnings into San Francisco over Green Bay – booked a very nice upset winner. Went to bed “early,” read a George Higgins book, “Digger’s Game” in a single sitting.
Sunday. Sleep in. Hurry to get downstairs for the one pocket draw. I’m a TBD. Roll my San Francisco winnings into the Blues over Vancouver – book another winner. 3:00 comes, TBD. 5:00 comes, TBD. Check in at the tourney desk, find out I play Monday at Noon. Sweat kollegedave and lfigueroa matches. We inevitably end up at the bar. Lou introduces me to Bobby Chamberlain – interesting guy. About the time I figured out that my match wasn’t until the following day, I had a head start, so was the first to turn in.