Grand Master Blaster

by: Paul Marquez

Paul Marquez

I was attending a five man pool team event the other day. Team pool is my favorite. Scotch, three man, five man, any team competition. I wasn’t competing, I was just watching a friend play and I witnessed a poor call by a referee. It is too bad things like this happen.


At the higher levels pool referees are needed much less because pool ambassadors make calls on themselves. Most all master level players do. The referee called a shot a push when it clearly was not. This inexperienced referee was not a master level player and in my opinion was the main reason why this call was misunderstood.


My question is how can a non-master type of experienced player tell good or bad hits of difficult shots if they have not experienced hitting those shots hundreds of times?


Pool takes experts to manage competitions correctly. Some who disagree may use the NBA or NFL to argue playing the game at a high level is a moot point and I understand some games are different than pool.


My friend Pat Mowdy is regarded as the most respected referee amongst the players for the BCA and I feel it’s mostly because Pat is also a great player and has experience playing at a higher level.


I have some questions about the new Grand Master criteria the BCA has created. Before you Western BCA voters for the Grandmaster event get overly defensive, I would like to begin this by saying I feel like all the players already invited deserve the invite. You did ten gentlemen a deserving honor and as a fan of the event I must say we the people love it. I love it, it’s cool, fun and exciting.


I feel like I must also say that for myself I truly feel like I do not deserve or should be considered to join this elite class. I’m okay with this. What I don’t understand is the vague criteria. What is the criteria?


It is known that the team event cannot have two grandmasters play on a team together yet with some protesting may be allowed to play as a grandmaster for one tournament. Is that OK?  Is it political? It’s confusing. What is the rule? Two or not? Be consistent.


Now the invitees. Past champions? What about Brad Gowin who won twice, or Ivan Doty who dominated the master event. Rick Hodge was in three finals in a row and Pat Schumacher is without a doubt in my mind the best Oregon bar box player period. Damian Ponpanik was invited but turned down the invitation. Why?  How does one get invited? Maybe you want the best players? John Morabito is pretty sporty, so is Kenny Dodd. I noticed only two Oregonians made the cut and I guess that could burn me but not as much as Timmy Tweedel or Eddie Carrido both from Washington not receiving  an invite. I talked to my pool buddies that both write articles and are established pool ambassadors of the game  and told them about my bother. They are bothered too. Many of us are. But  they also  feel like I should come up with a criteria before I complain about The Grandmaster selection process. Duly noted. Yet I’m uninspired to do so. You see,  my complaint is not that I disagree with the criteria, my complaint is there is no criteria at all. And there should be. If so, what is it?

I invite your response by emailing to

The Break at, subject line “Grand Masters”


Vegas BCA

Paul Marquez

Wow I have so much to say. I have a hundred  real stories that could take page after page.  Instead of  elaboration,  I will attempt to minimize the pool celebration. Here we  go. What the hell, lets do it with a poetic flow.

“I spent the week in Las Vegas for Eight Ball BCA, ironically never hearing a  Canadian ever say “aye!”

My road trip was long taking five in a van,  there was Sean, Ron,  Tony, Tasha and Dan.

I played okay in singles but still wanted more, learned that pros can be cool but just  watching  a serious bore.

I hung with Dan Heinrick who was Mike Sigels hometown friend, Kimberly Kirk new my bff from beginning till end.

Sean Lewis saved my booty,  and Dan Louie has tons of class,  Randy Baker showed his real game, Tina P showed her ***.

I learned Dr.  Cue is as sharp as they come,  he gave me a lesson on focus and he’s really fun.

I love the people except maybe Jimmy from captain  Billy Palmer’s ship, I wanted to share my 4th degree foot with Jimmy’s fat  sharking  lips.

But Mr. Palmer was only classy and kind and all  thats cool, so maybe it was just me who overeacted an acted a  fool.

Watched Stan T torch Orcollo and Efren gamble it away, Mike  Yamauchi kicks Open booty but occassionally dogs an eight.

Going home  on a Greyhound had to hock my cues,  have new respect for hometown  players especially Pat or as you know as the Shoe.

Met a Jamaican, a  Jew and a Jack of all trades.

Dealers, gamblers,  waitresses and  maids.

Back to the grind when I get home, going to be a grandmaster  some day, I already  know.