Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Part 1 - Setting the Scene

A few weeks ago, the first time I entered my local pool room, no one was playing pool.  I had just moved to the area.

There were a couple guys in hoodies near the back on the boxing arcade game.

There was no one at the counter.  

I caught a trail of cigarette smoke and followed it past the counter around the corner, near the restrooms.  There was a guy sitting on a couple of milk crates facing the farthest pool table.  There was a laptop on the table and I could see he was playing online poker.

I kind of just stood there, trying to make some noise to get his attention, nothing seemed to work.  Then “Hold on, I’m in a big hand.”

To my left there was a sign that said “9-Ball Tournaments every Tuesday night, 8 p.m.”.  It was Tuesday night, 8:48.

“C’mon, fold already!”

Then cards dealt out on the screen, one, two then “ARE you kidding me?!”

He pops up and heads over to me, still shaking his head.  “Runner-runner flush.  I had three of a kind, went all in.  Who calls hoping for the flush?!”

He shakes his head some more, looking at the ground, and adds “Always play the odds, play the odds… you’ll win in the long run.”

When he looks up, he finally seems to see me.  He notices that I have my own cue.  He lights a cigarette and keeps his eyes on me as takes a big drag, then lets it out.  Then he  says “All the tables here are shit.  I can put you on the only good one but it’s by the, what do you call it,” he motions over to the guys wacking the punching bag game.

I’ll just take one over in the corner there.  He seems to make a face like he just ate something bad.  Tell you what, I’ll take the cover over this one here, you can play on that, OK?”

He takes the cover off the table, and then walks over to the counter and starts moving trays of balls around.  “Have to get the good set for that table,” and then goes in the back.  On a coffee table gathering dust are several issues of Billiards Digest magazines which seem to all dated in the early to mid nineties.  There is a coin-op peanut machine.  The peanuts seem to be as old as the magazines.

He comes back with the good balls.

“Sorry I didn’t see you when you came in, get a better wi-fi signal from the hair salon next door if I sit over there.”

He takes the balls out of the tray and puts them in the rack.

“Rents are going up in this whole strip.  The Catholic shop closed a few weeks ago, guess we’re not that far off,” then he adds in a louder voice and glances over to the hall “Ned I guess that means you’ll have to move”.  I didn’t notice before but there is an older guy in a worn denim jacket hanging halfway in the room holding a Bud.  He just nods with a blank look.

“Yeah the last to go will be us and the mexican place. Food’s not that bad,” he is racking the balls now.  I think about telling him he doesn’t have to but drop it.  He then starts to wipe the rails down.  After that he just stands there, thinking if there is anything else he could do.  Finally he goes back to poker.

I hit some balls around, pay, and I pass the mexican place as I drive away I see there are a couple of wait staff outside smoking, and I look inside and see it’s empty.

Winter storm Jonas had gotten underway and I went to bed with the snow falling, thinking how to save Larry, Ned, and the pool hall.

Part 2 - The Dream

I had a very vivid dream that night.  I don’t know exactly where I was, but it was kind of white everywhere, and cloudy.  Not smoky, but cloudy.


I see Willie Mosconi playing pool.  He looks up at me “Hey there Sparky!”


I’m not sure I even responded but he started right in “relax, you’re not dead, you’re in Limbo.  Well, I mean I’m in Limbo, that is.  I get to have a visitor every once in a while.  Why Limbo?  Well, it’s a long story but I made a deal that I agreed to stay in Limbo until someone beat my high run.  Good deal, right?  Better than the other option.  Yeah, that’s what I thought.  Figured six months, a year tops, but you know how the story goes.  Still here waiting.  I've pretty much given up on you guys beating my high run. Now with this Chinese 8-ball, I’ll be here forever!”


“How do you know about Chinese 8-ball?”


“What?  I keep up with all the blogs, forums and all.  What, you look surprised?  We have all that here.  Anyway, I asked to see you for a reason.”


“Me?”


“No, not you, I just asked to see any pool player.  You know, I guess I could’ve been more specific… anyway, I’ve had plenty of time up here and been reading about you guys whining for years about how the game is in trouble, how we need to make the game more interesting, and I think I have a solution. You see it’s a game that combines the most interesting parts of eight-ball and rotation...”


I thought oh God, come on, not another new game idea, and I started looking for ways to get out of there but it was just kind of all cloudy everywhere.


I think he saw my expression and added “Hey listen!  I know what you’re thinking, this isn’t Bonus Ball,” and then he starts laughing uncontrollably “I mean COME ON!  Bonus Ball?!  Where are you going to even get a set of Bonus Balls anyway?  I asked, they don’t have them up here.”


I kind of just waited for him to stop laughing.


“Listen, it doesn’t even feel like a new game when you’re playing it, it feels like you’re just playing eight-ball for the first part of the game, then rotation later,” he added.


“What I’m doing is taking the most interesting part of eight-ball and the most interesting part of rotation.  Notice I said most interesting because that is what the game needs now.  You guys are always talking about that, about getting an audience.  I know what you guys have been saying about straight pool, that it’s too boring.  Hell, I know!  I was bored myself!  The truth is, the reason I missed that 527th ball was, well, I fell asleep.  Really.  Just before I pulled the trigger...” and he kind of drifted off.


“Anyway,” he snapped back, “ It works like this...”


As he started to tell me it really did kind of make sense.  I paid close attention and tried to remember everything.


After he was done he told me “I came up with game, only thing left for you Sparky is to come up with a name!”

I woke up and looked out the window.  Didn’t look like they even bothered to try to plow the roads.  But I knew as soon as I could what I had to do.

Part 3 - The Game-Changer

A couple days later I was back at my local room.  This time Larry the Lock (that’s what I called him, but his name was just Larry) was at the counter, watching reruns of Seinfeld on a tiny 10” tube screen.


“Hey, the champ is back,” he said, for no particular reason.


“Larry, listen, I had a dream.”


“A dream?”  ”He gave me a cautious look.  Like he forgot that happened.  I got the feeling that Larry hasn’t had a dream in 35 years.


“Yeah, it was about a new pool game.  Well, not new one I guess, but… yeah well sort of a new game.  Willie Mosconi told me about it”.


“Willie, huh?”  Now Larry was kind of looking at me, kind of looking under the counter for something.


“Can I show you on the table?”


He seemed like he didn’t want to, but said sure and came around the counter.  This time he didn’t offer the good table.


“The way Willie explained it to me was that it combines eight-ball and rotation.  It takes the most interesting parts of each and combines them into one game”.


“OK, I’m listening.”


“Here are the assumptions.  The most interesting part of 8-ball is the beginning, where this is a lot of traffic and clusters that you have to work around.  The most interesting part of rotation is really moving the cue ball around in a way you rarely have to in 8-ball, like putting high-inside and coming three rails around for short side shape on the next ball.”


Larry took a contemplative drag from his cigarette.


I continued.  “The most boring part of 8-ball is when one side’s group is cleared, and the other guy just clears the his open group.  And the most boring part of 9-ball is the beginning when you’re trying to get on the lowest ball, all safes and kicks.”


“Let me stop you there, “ Larry jumped in.  “I don’t know how long you’ve been playing but I can tell you that what separates the men from the boys in rotation is the kicking aspect of it.  Safes and kicks, are the thing, everyone at a high level can all make balls.  Do you - I mean does he - have that in this game?”


“Not really.  There is a kicking/safe aspect to it like in 8-ball but it is not emphasized like in rotation.”


“Well, the best part of rotation for me is the kicking game.  That’s true skill.”


“Maybe so, but Willie made a clear distinction.  He never said he took the best parts of each game.  What he said was he took the most interesting parts.  I mean really, for someone watching, is it really interesting to watch the safes, kicks, really?”


“OK, OK, I’m listening.  So how’s it played?”


“It starts out like 8-ball.  In fact, the first inning is 8-ball.  No rule change here.  You rack all 15 balls and break and it’s just the same.  You can even play open-after-break or take-what-you-make, doesn’t matter.  If nothing is made on the break, the second inning is exactly the same as 8-ball, no change here yet.  The change comes in the next inning after someone makes one or more balls.


“By inning you just mean a turn at the table, correct?”


“Right.”


“OK, so what’s the big difference?  What’s the new rule?”


“Here it goes.  7 minus opponents remaining balls are the number of your LAST balls you have to sink in sequence just prior to the 8-ball.


“Ned! come over here!”  He yells.  “See If you can explain it so Ned understands.”


“No really, that’s just the formal rule, it’s not that complicated.  Once you get it it’s very simple, ” I say.  “The number seven is just the total number of balls in each group, that’s all. And '7 minus opponents remaining balls' is just another way of saying 'the number of balls your opponent has down'.”


“Here’s a couple of simple examples, ” I continue.  “Let’s say that person A breaks and makes a solid.  He chooses solids and then runs out his group, just like normal 8-ball, but misses the eight.  Person B comes to the table and has to run out all 7 of his balls in sequence (9 through 15) before shooting the eight.  Going back to the formula again, ‘7-opponents remaining balls’ would be 7-0=7, so 7 is the number he has to run in sequence.”


Ned is nodding, so Larry asks him “Get it, Ned?”


He keeps nodding and says “I’ve heard of this before.  It’s just 8-ball but you have to run your group in sequence.”


“Well, in this particular case, yes, but there is more to it than that, ” I say.  “Here is a second example.  Let’s say person A breaks and makes a ball.  To keep it simple lets say again he makes a solid and then makes two more solids but then misses for a total of three solids down.  Person B comes to the table.  This time, going back to the formula, he has to make 7-4=3.  So he has to make his last three remaining balls in sequence, however initially he can make any four of his balls in any order he wants.  So he sees that the 15 is blocking the pocket for a few of his balls, so it makes sense for him to clear that first.  His 11 is way down on the rail opposite the 8 so he makes that.  He makes two more, say the 13 and 9,  leaving his last three (10, 12, 14) in an easy way to make them in order.”


“Interesting, ” Larry says.  “Never heard of anything like that.”


“So you see it’s like that game you mentioned Ned, sequential 8-ball, but it takes the luck out of it.  That game sucks because it’s up to luck if you have a shot on your lowest ball, but here you have  a choice to leave your last x number of balls in a way you can make them.  But sometimes you don’t have a choice, and you have to make one of those shots that make rotation exciting, like length of table power-draw shot or three rail shape to get on next ball in sequence, ” I say.


I added “The idea is to keep a balance - as traffic is cleared (balls are pocketed) the emphasis shifts away from 8-ball towards rotation.  That is how you get the most interesting parts of both games.”


“There is another important rule-” I continue, but the Lock interrupts me.


“Hold on, I have to check the temperature.”


I look at Ned, but he is just nodding.  “Huh?”


“The owner makes me check the temperature every day… I have to put it in this ledger book… hold on... ”


He comes back inside, marks it down, then comes back around to the table.


“Need anything?  Coffee?  Hot dog?  I’m asking him Ned.”


“No I’m OK.”


“Sure?  I have to get those dogs off the rollers sometime soon.  OK, nevermind, go ahead, you said something about a special rule.”


“Yes.  Willie repeated this several times so I would remember.  banks, kicks, combos and caroms are ALWAYS EXEMPT from the sequential rule.


“Huh, ” Larry the Lock says.


“Actually, I’m not quite sure why but he said that it is very important to the game so I just wanted to emphasize it.  He said he didn’t have time to get into it.”


“I see the wisdom in it, ” Larry says.  “You said the game starts like regular 8-ball, correct?”


“Yes.  And actually it stays like regular 8-ball, except for the sequential twist.  Even with that, the rules don’t change to rotation rules, so if you don’t contact your lowest ball it’s not ball-in-hand, just your turn ends (however you still have to contact one of your balls though).  Also if you make a ball out of sequence (in the sequential phase) it’s fine, your turn just ends.  In fact, like regular 8-ball you can play a safety with any of your balls at any time (even in the sequential phase).”


“Right, so I think here’s why you - I mean he - added that rule.  Suppose as you say you’re in the rotational or sequential phase or whatever, and you are stripes and and you have two balls left, say the 14 and 15.  Now the 15 is hanging in the pocket.  So your opponent plays a safe, hiding you behind one of his balls.  Now it would be B.S. if you couldn’t kick at the 15, you know?  It would just feel artificial.”


“Ah, yes, that makes sense.”


“Also, “ Larry says, “if you’re in sequential phase and say your 14 is in the jaws and the 15 is a few inches away.  Again, it would be B.S. if you couldn’t just combo the 14 in.”


“True, ” I say.


“Hey listen, this doesn’t sound bad, but I’m a rotation player.  We have an 8-ball APA league coming in later, pretty much the only people that come in here anymore, why don’t you run it by those guys?  Just leave that dream stuff out of it, OK?”

Part 4 - Dry Run

I lingered around for a few hours.  It wasn’t even 6pm, and the league wasn’t coming in until 8, then I’d probably have to wait for them finish, so I had some time to kill.  I hit some balls around, then tried out the mexican place.


Now, I’ve never had good mexican food.  A while back,  I thought, maybe there is no good mexican food.  But this place really wasn’t bad.  They said it was Cali-Mex whereas most places you go to are Tex-Mex, or maybe it was the other way around.


When I get back to the pool hall, the scene had changed.  It was alternating between rap and death metal on the jukebox.  Lots of facial hair and calf tattoos gathered around a couple tables.  Most weren’t playing, just sitting around drinking beers out of coolers they brought.


I watched for a while, then the key matchup took place.  You could tell by the strut and swagger of the one young guy that he was the captain.  His opponent looked nervous and was getting a lot of encouraging words from his teammates.


Swagger broke pretty well, but came up dry, but kind of got lucky because all he left was a bank to open.  Nerves approached the table and after a long thought cross banked the 6-ball in the side.  After a series of gutsy shots he had cleared his group and was down to the 8-ball.  He tried a short rail long bank, but missed.


I heard someone say Swagger was a 10 to 1 favorite to get out from here.  Swagger jumped up and started running his balls out.  Starting with the easy shots.  He made the 11-ball hanger in the corner and went two rails for the 14 in the same pocket but ended up nestled on one of his other balls.  No problem, he just shot his insurance ball that was hanging in the opposite corner pocket.  He made that and was trying to get on the 15 for the corner, but overran that so he settled for the 10 in the side.  Nerves was shaking his head.  Now the 15 in the opposite side.  He tried to follow that with top right to get on the 13 on the top rail but the spin didn’t take so now he had to make a tough cut on the 14.  He made that but only left himself a long bank on the 13, which he made just barely and when he came around with natural shape for an 8-ball hanger.  He slammed it in and fist-pumped his way back over to his team, this time with even more swagger.


After it cleared out a little, Larry went over and mentioned something about they were thinking of starting a new in-house league with a this new  game.  I was motioned over.


I kind of started with the basics, leaving Willie out of it.  When I got to the part about the most boring part of 8-ball someone jumped in.


“Bro, that’s the whole key to 8 ball strategy.  If someone runs their group out but can’t make the 8, they f***ed up.  That’s when I bring the pain.  That’s the fun part.”


For you that is, I thought to myself.  I looked over at Swagger who was nodding and I was very tempted to mention his lucky run-out but kept it hypothetical.


“Well, all I’m saying is, if you add some sequential aspect to it maybe it would increase the interest and maybe decrease the luck you know, like if someone is going for one ball and then changes plans every shot.”  I had hoped Swagger wouldn’t catch on.  He didn’t.


“I’m an APA 7,” someone else said (in my experience, that’s usually not an auspicious start to a conversation),  “and obviously you don’t know the first thing about 8-ball, ” he continued.  “Like J.R. was saying, there’s a whole 8-ball strategy you’re not getting.  Besides, having to run a few balls in order isn’t gonna make a difference to any halfway decent player, let alone say me and J.R.”


But actually, after I convinced them to try a couple of racks, it did make a difference.  The one rack was a lot like Nerves against Swagger, but this time when he got out of line, he sold out and Nerves sank the 8.  Now, it really didn’t change the match score but you could tell something was going on here.  The 4 seemed to always feel like he was in it, like he had a chance.  The 7 just wanted to prove that the sequential aspect was no problem, that it didn’t matter.  Of course, when the roles were reversed it was even harder for the 4 to run out his last sequential balls, but as long as he could get a couple balls down and force a sequential ending phase from the 7 he felt he had a chance.

After 2 hours, it was still going on.  In fact a couple other players were trying it on some other tables.


Larry said to me “I was just B.S.-ing about starting a league, but maybe we should really try it.”

Then a couple of regular 9-ball players showed up for their regular game, and Larry grabbed them.  Pretty soon they were matching up with the APA players.  It was interesting to watch how the 8-ball players seemed comfortable with a lot of balls on the table, breaking clusters, but when it started to open up and turn to sequential the 9-ball players looked more at ease moving the cue ball around.

Part 5 - Now

It’s only been going on for a little while but here’s what the local pool hall is like now.


There is valet parking now.  Yes, I know but you don’t want to deal with trying to find a spot anymore, or walking the entire length of the parking lot.


There are Coors Light girls right when you walk in near the entrance.  Really.  For $5 they grab you a beer out of the ice chest.


Jerry’s apt looked huge on the giant curved screen TV that is now over the counter.  Larry even got a monkey for some reason and he hangs out back there too.


It’s something like a 3 hour wait to get a table.  Most people put their names down and head right over to the mexican restaurant which was so grateful for the new business that pool hall employees (and me) get free food delivered whenever we want it.  After a few days of this they just put a sliding glass window in the wall where you could just order and they would hand you your food.


They're trying to redo all the tables but it's hard with all the chaos.


Turns out pretty much everyone here is playing this game which I call kind of jokingly called “Jonas Ball”.  There are tournaments pretty much every other day I guess, and the payouts on the last one were something like $1375, $850, and $425.


The APA players just want to play this now.  We also have the bank and one pocket players into it, I guess because they feel they can bank their way out of trouble in the sequential phase.


Ned even comes out of hiding every once in a while and plays, but we still have to remind him of the rules (he still thinks its rotation 8).


It actually has gotten to be a bit much and when I went on vacation recently it was a relief to find a dirty old quiet pool hall.  This place didn’t look like it had changed much from the 1970s.  They had a little food counter, so I got a hot dog with a stale bun served in one of those cardboard red and white checkered trays.


I got back to my table and the only other guy in the place asked if I wanted to play a bit, you know nothing serious, just maybe for table time.


I said sure.


“What’s your game?  9-Ball?  You call it, ” he said.

“Well, ” I hesitated, and I took in the dusty room, the water stains on the ceiling tiles, the torn cloth on the tables, the worn carpet, and then I said,  “I got this game you should try.  You see, it works like this...”