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    mine was at starchers in akron-1980s--mike vero gave me 20 to 1--i had to put up 4 bucks-- i had no chance...at the time, i thought he was very lucky--now i know better....let's hear your story......

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    Houseman Walt Krebbs from the cue and cushion on Cottman St. in Phila mid 60's. I learned the word TRAP. I learned what it's like to be on the receiving end every frkn time.
    I had no idea what I was doing...he had every idea of what to do. I considered flattening his tires but he had no car. He was my favorite player. I liked the guy a lot.
    There was another guy in the room that played very good competitive 1P. I got in trouble immediately. However no money involved. I was as cheap then as I am now
    Last edited by GoldCrown; 07-07-2017, 09:26 AM.
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    • #3
      first time you ever played one pocket

      Fixed that for you, Frank.

      Originally posted by GoldCrown View Post
      However no money involved. I was as SMART then as I am now


      For me, it was 7 years ago at Takony Billiards. The guy was old so I knew he couldn't beat me. Meanwhile... you know the rest. He murdered me while his buddy berated me mercilessly. Heh. .... and I've been hooked ever since.
      Mitch needs to remember to play the score and that it's better to win than to look like a hero.

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      • #4
        student union at tulane university against jim "the harvard kid" (real name earl morgan...btw if anyone knows of him or has stories pm me please )

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        • #5
          I first played one-pocket with a little guy named Earl Rapier at Greenway Billiards in Baton Rouge - Earl is long dead now. I remember him as a guy who was convinced that his luck was the worst in the world. He offered to bet that he could call a coin flip wrong sixty times out of a hundred. Of course he failed to post up.
          If it ain't funny, it ain't much.

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          • #6
            Originally posted by Mkbtank View Post
            Fixed that for you, Frank.





            For me, it was 7 years ago at Takony Billiards. The guy was old so I knew he couldn't beat me. Meanwhile... you know the rest. He murdered me while his buddy berated me mercilessly. Heh. .... and I've been hooked ever since.
            And you are the first 1P diehard I met as I played next to you one day at Tacony.
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            • #7
              The first one-pocket game that I can remember playing was in the late 60's for money at Chicago's legendary Bensinger's Pool Room on Broadway and Diversey. I was introduced to Bensinger's by Butch DENNIS who was a gifted left-handed nine ball player who played out of another pool room we both frequented. Butch DENNIS said to me at the time, "If you want to learn the pool game you've got to go around to other rooms and play better players." So off I went.

              The first three pool players (I "really, really" mean pool hustlers) I met at Bensinger's were "Reno," "Freddy the Banker" (Freddy BENTIVENGA later known as "Freddy the Beard), and "Artie" (Artie BODENDORFER). "Reno" was an average player who hustled the bars and supposedly sent his siblings to college with his winnings whereas "Freddy" and "Artie" are now legendary in the pool world. "Reno" set me up with an old man who was playing straight pool on a 5 by 10 table. After our $20 straight pool game, I knew I had no chance and quit. Afterward, I told "Reno" that he was much better than me. "Reno" replied, "Kid, I guess I overestimated your game but I can find you something easier." I later found out that old man's name was Al Smith who never won a major straight pool championship but came in second in quite a few of them. Fat chance of winning that bet!

              A few months later I returned to Bensinger's only to find "Reno," "Freddy the Banker," and "Artie" in the tournament room watching "Jerry the Clown" practicing straight pool on a Brunswick Gold Crown. "Jerry the Clown" was at least 400 pounds. "Reno" asked if I was looking for a straight pool game and rolled his eyes over to the fat man playing on the Gold Crown. The trio of hustlers assured and reassured that I had the advantage and should win any bet including the stipulation should he die at the table before the game was finished. The bet was made and the bet was lost. All that I remember is I broke the balls and "Jerry the Clown" ran 66 balls on a tough, gaffed up pool table before I made my first ball.

              Another few months passed before I returned to Bensinger's only to find "Artie" practicing on the tournament table. I suppose he was licking his chops when he saw me walk in. I knew he was the best player in Chicago and I had no chance in any game yet he gave me an offer I couldn't refuse. It was then that I played my first one-pocket game for money. No, actually my first ten games of one-pocket for money. "Artie" offered me the break and go to 2 while he goes to 9. But the catch was if I win I get $10 but if he wins he gets $100. I was foolishly giving 10 to 1 on the money. I was in a trap with a shark and didn't even know it. Yet, I can't remember if I even knew how to properly break the balls but somehow I won ten games in a row and quit. The last thing I can recall is someone saying as I walked out, "Hey, that young kid just hustled Artie out of a hundred bucks." Ah, I love pool.
              Last edited by J.R.; 07-12-2017, 03:39 AM.

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              • #8
                Originally posted by J.R. View Post
                The first one-pocket game that I can remember playing was in the late 60's for money at Chicago's legendary Bensinger's Pool Room on Broadway and Diversey. I was introduced to Bensinger's by Butch DENNIS who was a gifted left-handed nine ball player who played out of another pool room we both frequented. Butch DENNIS said to me at the time, "If you want to learn the pool game you've got to go around to other rooms and play better players." So off I went.

                The first three pool players (I "really, really" mean pool hustlers) I met at Bensinger's were "Reno," "Freddy the Banker" (Freddy BENTIVENGA later known as "Freddy the Beard), and "Artie" (Artie BODENDORFER). "Reno" was an average player who hustled the bars and supposedly sent his siblings to college with his winnings whereas "Freddy" and "Artie" are now legendary in the pool world. "Reno" set me up with an old man who was playing straight pool on a 5 by 10 table. After our $20 straight pool game, I knew I had no chance and quit. Afterward, I told "Reno" that he was much better than me. "Reno" replied, "Kid, I guess I overestimated your game but I can find you something easier." I later found out that old man's name was Al Smith who never won a major straight pool championship but came in second in quite a few of them. Fat chance of winning that bet!

                A few months later I returned to Bensinger's only to find "Reno," "Freddy the Banker," and "Artie" in the tournament room watching "Jerry the Clown" practicing straight pool on a Brunswick Gold Crown. "Jerry the Clown" was at least 400 pounds. "Reno" asked if I was looking for a straight pool game and rolled his eyes over to the fat man playing on the Gold Crown. The trio of hustlers assured and reassured that I had the advantage and should win any bet including the stipulation should he die at the table before the game was finished. The bet was made and the bet was lost. All that I remember is I broke the balls and "Jerry the Clown" ran 66 balls on a tough, gaffed up pool table before I made my first ball.

                Another few months passed before I returned to Bensinger's only to find "Artie" practicing on the tournament table. I suppose he was licking his chops when he saw me walk in. I knew he was the best player in Chicago and I had no chance in any game yet he gave me an offer I couldn't refuse. It was then that I played my first one-pocket game for money. No, actually my first ten games of one-pocket for money. "Artie" offered me the break and go to 2 while he goes to 9. But the catch was if I win I get $10 but if he wins he gets $100. 10 to 1 on the money. I was in a trap with a shark and didn't even know it. Yet, I can't remember if I even knew how to properly break the balls but somehow I won ten games in a row and quit. The last thing I can recall is someone saying as I walked out, "Hey, that young kid just hustled Artie out of a hundred bucks." Ah, I love pool.
                great stories John, i like how your boys kept steering you to that "easy action" haha---reminds me of when i was hanging around with jr gay at derby city one year and i asked him to get me some easy op action...... it probably seemed easy to a great player like him, but the guy shot straighter than orcullo..... of course i lost......

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                • #9
                  j.r.
                  great story
                  i thought artie never lost.....

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                  • #10
                    I've told this before I am sure. I was definitely late to the party because up here in NH One Pocket was simply not to be found. But I would hear about the game now and then, and how it was "the chess of pool" and it intrigued me from the beginning because I always liked the moving and strategy part of any game.

                    Finally when I was about 40, there was a guy from NJ who moved up here, and as I remember it I had a slight edge on him at 9-ball and straight pool, so one day he asked me to play One Pocket instead, I said I would give it a try. About three weeks and a few hundred dollars and a whole lot of lucky shots by him later, that was my introduction to the game. Then, just as I was starting to have a half a chance to win a game now and then, he moved away. But I was hooked. I wish I could remember his name. BTW we were playing on big pocket tables -- probably about 5" and he was therefor playing pretty aggressively which was paying off for him.

                    After that I began to drive to rooms that were a little farther away that I heard had One Pocket players.
                    "One Pocket, it's an epidemic and there ain't no cure."
                    -- Strawberry Brooks

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                    • #11
                      I wish I could recall the first time I played a game of one pocket but for the life of me I can't remember when it was or who it was with. It would have been approximately 25 years ago (I was maybe around 20 at the time). It would have been at Beechmont Billiards on the east side of Cincinnati but it could have been a number of people. I was very fortunate to have some real good mentors and people to play with along the way that shared a lot of knowledge with me. I played them all to try to get cheap lessons and improve my game. I played a lot with the Carrelli brothers, Gary Spaeth, Steve Cook and as other top players would come through, I would always try to get cheap action with them for the same reasons. It was evident, when I was playing someone that was about the same speed as me in 9-ball, that I was the better one hole player because they did not have the advantage of all the hours I had played with these real good players.

                      Although I took a long break from ever even hitting a pool ball at all (like almost 15 years off ), the desire will never go away. Now that I am back playing a little bit (3 times per month), I hope to never go too long without playing again. I have the bug like the rest of us do!

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                      • #12
                        nothing interesting

                        first time i tried was last yr at home , loved it and hooked since
                        3 cushion has killed carom

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                        • #13
                          In the late 80's. I was a 14.1 player with a job hanging around RACK EM UP FAMILY BILLIARDS (Palos Park, Illinois) on my weekend days off. A local guy (also with a job) named Eddie Grau asked me to play ONE POCKET. "Sure" I said. Even though I never played (or heard of) ONE POCKET, just tell me the rules and I will figure the rest out. We (I) decided that we would play "winner breaks" (like 8 or 9 ball). I lost the flip, he breaks (makes a ball on the break) and RUNS OUT his needed 7 additional balls. GAME#2....he breaks (makes a ball on the break) and RUNS OUT his needed 7 additional balls. "I QUIT", lost a total of $20, never shot a ball. I should have gone out and got a 2nd job on the weekends. The universe was trying to tell me something....I was TOO DUMB to listen.

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                          • #14
                            I only remember my opponent ( a old guy surprise surprise) scratched and I shot a ball near the kitchen. I drew my rock 3 rails to get under the stack. Another "old guy" told my opponent "you got a 9ball player here".

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                            • #15
                              Originally posted by cincy_kid View Post
                              I wish I could recall the first time I played a game of one pocket but for the life of me I can't remember when it was or who it was with. It would have been approximately 25 years ago (I was maybe around 20 at the time). It would have been at Beechmont Billiards on the east side of Cincinnati but it could have been a number of people. ...
                              CK, you'll like this: My first 1P experience was in Cincinnati, Ohio. I started attending the Cincinnati Conservatory of Music up on Mt. Auburn in 1962. It was that year or the next that I was scouting for a pool room (before I found Mergards), so I went into a small 4-6 table room downtown on Vine St. near the library.

                              I thought I was a hot shot from Pittsburgh, and wanted to play an older guy some 9 ball for 50 cents a game. He said, "I'll tell you what. Let's play with all 15, and all you need to do is get 8 in your hole before I get 8 in mine." I couldn't imagine an easier game. After I lost $3.00 at 50 cents per game in a row, I quit, and left totally frustrated. I didn't try one-pocket again until 1969 in Los Angeles...

                              ~Doc

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