"...if your priority is making a living...
"...if your priority is making a living...
junior said:
Hmm, that's some awfully violent imagery there
. I know what you mean though. Still, I wonder who gets more action in the long run: the guy who behaves himself or the shark? I can definitely see how too much sharking can cost you customers. And it probably doesn't help your own game much either. On the other hand, a little sharking might get under people's skin enough to make them want to beat you even when they've got the worst of it. So, morality and honor aside (and since when are pool hustlers overly scrupulous about those?), which kind of behavior will make you more money in the long run? If you are playing for pride, then obviously you want to test yourself against the toughest opponents possible while behaving in a sportsmanlike way.
But if your priority is making a living, things might be different. I'd like to know what others think.....
That's the critical point of the argument. When you played me you might as well expect anything. I was a serious advocate of gamesmanship. I learned it's power at an early age, when it was used regularly against me and kept me broke. I was very subtle however, and seldom got caught. I could do a little work in even in the tough joints. Why do you think Ronnie was so hard to beat? We even came to an understanding once, and he bestowed me the honor of not sharking me if I would not shark him. Maybe the only time in his life where he suspended operations. I often thought of doing a course in gamesmanship, something like that movie, "School for Scoundrels."
When you are not blessed with natural talent, you have to develop other skills.
Gamesmanship, how powerful it can be. I was playing in Monroe Brock's big tournament in Richmond, KY at the Maverick Club. Keith McCready was my opponent and we were playing 6 out of 11 short rack 9 ball banks.
The score was 5 games for Keith to my zero when I broke the balls and didn't make anything. Keith banked 4 and missed a tough bank for the session ball and left me hanging in the corner pocket at the foot of the table with no shot.
Responding criminally to a hopeless situation, I took a ball out of the ball return and put it on the spot, giving myself a cross-side. Keith, thinking HE must have broke the balls and made one, didn't bat an eye. I banked 3 from there, played safe, and wound up winning that game and the next five to take the session!
After counting the balls that were left, Keith knew something was wrong, but couldn't put his finger on it. I cooled him out by arguing that no matter what, he still needed 1 ball, thats the one thing we were both in agreement about. He also agreed that I banked 3, so what was it we were arguing about?
There were sweators in the bleachers that knew what had happened, and they were writhing in their seats trying to mentally tip Keith off. Gamesmanship was my compensation for my weak shot-making skills.
Did I feel guilty? Nah.
the Beard