Scrzbill
Verified Member
I have a very good friend who is now living in a pool room. Dying. When I first met him, he played nine ball one pocket. If there was a shot, he would shoot it. Only one ball, he shot. Even though he did not know the game, his banking and straight shooting kept me from beating him.The last time we played each other oddly enough was in a race to five nine ball. I broke and ran four games. A missed shot in the fifth game ended my shooting for the day. He ran a fiver. I told him, "I'm not playing you anymore, but I will put you in games." We would go to the Reno tournament and I would pick on the amateurs. He would play the pros. John Schmidt broke us one year. I would talk to him about his choices in One pocket and after a few years, he could beat nearly anyone in Northern California. A few years ago I had to disassociate myself from him because he would not quit drinking. He has diabetes 1 and it is killing him. We spent many times in the pool rooms. It's a sad story of what could have been different.
The reason I am posting is because I have seen what drinking can do to someone and it saddens me greatly to see this man kill himself. His health is bad and I know his head is messed up
The reason I am posting is because I have seen what drinking can do to someone and it saddens me greatly to see this man kill himself. His health is bad and I know his head is messed up