11-3 in the final round of the US Open, against the World Champion, Thorsten
Hohmann .
WTF is THAT?! :-)
Mike
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I'll tell you WTF Gabe Owens is: one of the BEST pool players playing
right now.....AND he's playing at the 2004 Glass City Open in Toledo,
OH starting tomorrow. (Wednesday, November 10th)
Tom Gearhart
Hey Dave, it was good meeting you at the Jimbo Jambo.
Ya know, Gabe Owen could be described as "one of the best road
players" that decided to go into the spotlight, but he's been around
the tourney scene for awhile. I'm sure your post is a little
sarcastic but it Gabe has been a known big hitter for years. What
really amazes me is that he was able to still play in the BCA AMATEURS
8 ball event as a Masters player. I think he had a top 10 finish in
2004, then 4 months later, snaps off the US Open. He must have
stepped his game up in 4 months ;-)
Eric
Come down to Tulsa and you will see there are a lot of good players.
Check out Billiard Palace and Magoo's if you want some action.
> Hey Dave, it was good meeting you at the Jimbo Jambo.
Must have been some lucky dog who looks just like me. I wasn't there.
> Ya know, Gabe Owen could be described as "one of the best road
> players" that decided to go into the spotlight, but he's been around
> the tourney scene for awhile. I'm sure your post is a little
> sarcastic but it Gabe has been a known big hitter for years.
Yes, I was being sarcastic. Stunned, actually. I'd never seen or heard of
him before last night's ESPN coverage.
Thanks, but I spend most my action time looking for *bad* players! :-)
--
David Hakala,
Keeper of the United States
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I remember a match a few months back. I'm pretty sure it was late this
summer anyway. Gabe Owen matched up in the back room against Ronnie Wiseman
at Hall of Fame billiards outside Detroit. Gabe was giving up 8-7. Six ahead
for eight large if I remember right. The money was in the safe when they
started on Thursday evening. Late Friday night when I went home I think
Ronnie was three or four games ahead. I didn't see them play Sunday but Owen
took it down.
I just happened to be sitting in the vicinity of Ronnie when he said
something pretty funny a few days later.
Gabe was sitting at a table about half way across the room, looking bored or
perhaps a bit stoic when Ronnie said "Look at that kid. He just won eight
grand and he doesn't know what to do!"
Maybe Ronnie was right, maybe he wasn't, but I think a player like Owen
SHOULD probably leave Detroit with fifty grand rather than ten.
He is pretty young.
Eddie in Detroit <----Doesn't even like replying to a thread with "fuck" in
the header. Show some class.
Tom, where's your web page? What are the prices for the next several days.
Any chance you moved the concession stand out of the worst possible corner
to get to in the room?
--Jim
>Hey Dave, it was good meeting you at the Jimbo Jambo.
Proof positive that Eric was consuming something funny besides the beer... 8;)
-- Larry
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Aunty Dan
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Mike <-----rarely, if ever, plays a televised race to 11 for $30,000 against
the previous year's US Open winner
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He didn't play JJ, he played Hohmann.
Jim <---Double J won last years US open TH won WPC
[...]
> Maybe Ronnie was right, maybe he wasn't, but I think a player like Owen
> SHOULD probably leave Detroit with fifty grand rather than ten.
> He is pretty young.
[...]
So what should he have done? I would think beating Wiseman giving up a
little weight would be about as big an action killer as you could get in
Detroit.
Easy, Larry. Don't make me tell stories about your "Hippy" days of yore ;-)
Dave, my bad. I had you confused with Hamster.
Eric
>Dave, my bad. I had you confused with Hamster.
Seems to be an ongoing problem... I don't see why - I'm much better
looking...
David "The Hamster" Malone
I must have mis-heard the commentator. Thanks for the correction.
Mike
real pool players don't use gloves,
of course, they don't use powder either
guess they need to be weened
Dale
>Mike said:
> So what should he have done? I would think beating Wiseman giving up a
> little weight would be about as big an action killer as you could get in
> Detroit.
Good question.
As I mentioned, I don't really know if Wiseman was making a joke or making a
serious comment - probably a bit of both. If you see Wiseman in the heat of
battle he can still be a bit of a jokester at times. He (Ronnie) was no
doubt feeling a bit of a sting from his loss at the time he made the comment
as well. When Ronnie said "Look at that kid.." it was a bit funny because
Gabe was sitting there looking pretty much like a bored high school kid on a
street corner at the time.
When I first saw Gabe playing I felt that he had a bit of the innocent
country boy look to him. I have seen quite a few hard core pool hustlers
over the years and a great many of them have that look in their eyes that
comes with a difficult youth and hard life. Even the younger players often
have that haggard or weathered look in their eyes. It's not the years, it's
the mileage. Gabe really doesn't have that look about him yet. I thought he
had a sort of a happy go lucky country boy look about him. He still has a
bit of that boyish look to his face. I don't know his age but I would guess
he's in his early 20's.
You would be correct in that taking down Ronnie on his own table would be a
serious action killer in Detroit. In all honesty, I think that he was the
best we had here in Detroit. (Ronnie has moved to FL. now though) Maybe not
in one-pocket but certainly as an all around player.
The man just has a lot of heart when the cash is on the line. He doesn't
really have any quit.
Have you ever seen a really, really good player just get so tied up inside
that they can't hardly even make a ball. Maybe it was an important ball that
they missed two games back that started the negative chain reaction. Maybe
it was those three bad rolls in a row. Maybe they are almost down to their
"case" money. Maybe it's the combination of anxiety and adrenaline that can
creep up on you. Whatever the cause or reasons, I have seen real good pool
players (and golfers too,) get so mentally tied up inside that they
experience a physical break down. All of a sudden they just fall apart. All
of a sudden they can't pocket a ball, drive the fairway, or sink a four foot
put. I have NEVER seen Wiseman break down like that. Ever. He is a very
tough player and gambler.
So what should Owen have done?
That is a good question. I think winning the big set against the local
champion is always profitable if you have the game to pull it off, but I
think to get the most cash from any large city you have a better plan in
having the local champion steer you through town like a ghost.
The hustlers working without much local knowledge usually follow the same
pattern. The first time they hit a city, they avoid three or four guys,
intending to rob everybody else except the three or four players that they
know are also champions. This almost always generates quite a bundle in
"easy" action if they haven't been through a city in the past. The first
time through a city, I don't think most road players really ever match up
with anyone that plays like Wiseman or Owen. More often than not, they move
on without ever matching up with the big dog.
The second time through a city is different. This trip they often try
spotting all of the shortstops that they robbed before. Sometimes that
doesn't work out so good. In a town like Detroit or Chicago, there are
always plenty of talented local players that play just a touch under the
road players. The roadie may have done pretty well the first time through,
but now they need to give up a bit of weight to secure any decent action at
all. The local that lost $400 to a road player two years ago often can and
will get by that same roadie with the wild seven and eight.
So what does the road player do then? He can continue to spot the shortstops
or step up and play the local champion. Both of these games entail financial
risk. I find that most road players still prefer to spot the shortstops
rather than take on the local champ.
The third time through a town is often when an above average road player
will mix it up with the local hero. (If ever)
The most successful road warriors are the ones that seek and enlist the help
of the local champion and/or his crew. They don't come to Detroit and battle
a seasoned player like Ronnie, they team up with the local champ or the
local knowledge and work as a team. I think that is almost always the best
(most profitable) plan of attack. Don't even bother playing the local hero
for the big set. Find the right people to steer you through town and split
up the winnings. Get the names and addresses of every single local dive
where a big fish swims. There is always a local vulture/vampire that will
be more than happy to steer a real player around a town. That's the way its
always been. This relationship is probably as crucial to generating income
on the road as is pocketing balls.
There are two or three guys in mid-Michigan that seem to steer unknown road
players like this constantly. They never stop. I could be in any dive
anywhere that's known for action and if I see one of these vampires sitting
at the bar having a drink I KNOW I don't want to bet against that new guy
with the hungry look in his eye and smooth stroke. Pretty soon another local
will be telling me how they plan to sic whatever local champion on the new
guy, and would I like a piece of the action? Ahhh. no thanks, I'm broke :)
Before the weekend is over the new guy has taken the local hero for two
grand. The next week the new guy is giving the hero the seven and eight and
offering the bar owner the orange crush. In two weeks time a roadie like
Tommy D'Alfonso ends up exiting some local dive bar with about $4700 that
those idiots should of lost to each other.
Eddie in Detroit