jrhendy
Verified Member
I started going down to the pool rooms in LA as soon as I started driving around 1958. I only played snooker then, and there were plenty of old guys who would bust you a at $2/3 a game. Over the years the neighborhood changed, and by the 70’s, it was pretty much a Mexican pool room with a lot of action. I played Don Willis there in 1965, but that’s another story.
By the late 70’s, I had pretty much quit going down there. I had an insurance agency in Alhambra, right outside LA, and a friend owned The Golden Cue, a few miles down the road, and the players came to me. None of the players that knew me from Romy’s would play one pocket, so it was 9 ball or golf.
One day one of the sweaters/backers who came around, told me he would steer me into some one pocket games for 30%. I agreed, we set it up, and I beat 2/3 guys out of a few hundred. We went back to the Golden Cue to whack it up, and he told me he should get a little more jelly for the last guy we beat. I asked him why and he told me ‘The last guy was my brother’. True or not, he got a little extra.
By the late 70’s, I had pretty much quit going down there. I had an insurance agency in Alhambra, right outside LA, and a friend owned The Golden Cue, a few miles down the road, and the players came to me. None of the players that knew me from Romy’s would play one pocket, so it was 9 ball or golf.
One day one of the sweaters/backers who came around, told me he would steer me into some one pocket games for 30%. I agreed, we set it up, and I beat 2/3 guys out of a few hundred. We went back to the Golden Cue to whack it up, and he told me he should get a little more jelly for the last guy we beat. I asked him why and he told me ‘The last guy was my brother’. True or not, he got a little extra.