Caroline Ducharme, Caroline Ducharme.Chris Daily aka CD, Caroline Doty aka CD2, Crystal Dangerfield aka Crystal Dangerfield. these are the 'beloved' 3 CD's although there is probably more.
Fats was a great pool shooter, but an even better promoter and hustler. He won the money games. Willie Mosconi was known as the consumate pool player. He was efficient and quiet and came across as cold and aloof. But Fats was gregarious and boastful and playful. Fats lost to Mosconi in a televised eight ball match on ABC's Wide World of Sports in the late seventies. In the eighties there was a rematch with Fats, Mosconi, Steve Mizerak, and some other guy I don't recall. Fats ran his mouth and drove Mosconi nuts, and that day beat Willie in a game of seven ball. On his tombstone it reads "I beat every living creature on earth, St Peter. Rack 'em up."Rudolf Walter Wanderone popularly known as Minnesota Fats or New York Fats, was an American professional billiards player
Paige Unspellable?The New Haven Register dubbed Paige by this moniker. The name is obviously a play on "Minnesota Fats," a character from Walter Tevis's "The Hustler" (book and film). Tevis also wrote the sequel "The Color of Money" (book and film) as well as the screenplay for "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid," and "The Queen's Gambit." Quite an output.
I raise this moniker issue, as several of you seem to be searching for something distinctive to call Paige. Most know that in high
Good stuff, Bama. Interestingly, I think the best obituary I read about Mosconi was written by Steve Rushin (Yes, the husband of you-know-who) for Sports Illustrated. It's worth a Google to find it.Fats was a great pool shooter, but an even better promoter and hustler. He won the money games. Willie Mosconi was known as the consumate pool player. He was efficient and quiet and came across as cold and aloof. But Fats was gregarious and boastful and playful. Fats lost to Mosconi in a televised eight ball match on ABC's Wide World of Sports in the late seventies. In the eighties there was a rematch with Fats, Mosconi, Steve Mizerak, and some other guy I don't recall. Fats ran his mouth and drove Mosconi nuts, and that day beat Willie in a game of seven ball. On his tombstone it reads "I beat every living creature on earth, St Peter. Rack 'em up."
I know this stuff because I spent the formative years of my life growing up in Nick's Pool Hall outside of Pittsburgh, Pa. There was a duck pins bowling alley upstairs, and a local tavern next store. You walked down a long, narrow, dark wooden floor hallway to get to the doorway. Fats was a legend, and Greek Nicky told us stories about the old, great ones. He also cleaned and blocked hats there and the chemical smell mixed with cigar and cigarette smoke greatly improved our young minds. There were some good shooters at Nicks, and a few good hustlers but none like the Fat Man. I racked a million sets in that place. I still miss the place from time to time!
Nicely written, Bama.Fats was a great pool shooter, but an even better promoter and hustler. He won the money games. Willie Mosconi was known as the consumate pool player. He was efficient and quiet and came across as cold and aloof. But Fats was gregarious and boastful and playful. Fats lost to Mosconi in a televised eight ball match on ABC's Wide World of Sports in the late seventies. In the eighties there was a rematch with Fats, Mosconi, Steve Mizerak, and some other guy I don't recall. Fats ran his mouth and drove Mosconi nuts, and that day beat Willie in a game of seven ball. On his tombstone it reads "I beat every living creature on earth, St Peter. Rack 'em up."
I know this stuff because I spent the formative years of my life growing up in Nick's Pool Hall outside of Pittsburgh, Pa. There was a duck pins bowling alley upstairs, and a local tavern next store. You walked down a long, narrow, dark wooden floor hallway to get to the doorway. Fats was a legend, and Greek Nicky told us stories about the old, great ones. He also cleaned and blocked hats there and the chemical smell mixed with cigar and cigarette smoke greatly improved our young minds. There were some good shooters at Nicks, and a few good hustlers but none like the Fat Man. I racked a million sets in that place. I still miss the place from time to time!
By this time next year lets hope we can call her "Sweet Caroline"I am a little surprised that most of us are still spelling out Paige and not taking the typical Boneyard shortcut of PB. I wonder if that is some type of subliminal sign of respect (or awe).
There has been some discussion of what do call Caroline Ducharme but that has to do with the number of beloved CD's.