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.

Crossing Paths With Glenn Atwell

Paul Marquez

I met Glenn Atwell in the early nineties and befriended him in the late nineties.  During that period of time Glenn as a player figured something out while practicing and soon after began his legend.  Glenns  legend or story is constantly growing in my community of players . But Glenn, his legend and story has just begun.  Some people have great achievements occur outside or without a title or a check attached to it.  Glenn is more than a local player with skill.  The bottom line is  Glenn is our best player.  By far. He also improved after 50 years of age.  Remarkable.

Well not that remarkable if you know him.  Glenn is dedicated. He wins on the road and is considered one of the best bar table players in the world.  He actually plays all tables, and all games well. I haven’t witnessed many. Glenn’s moments that most would consider remarkable, like The Reno Bar Box two years ago. Or even any moments that may have meant a lot to him. But for me, like most pool player’s around here,  Glenn gives us something to remember. Some particular  Glenn’s events for me I would like to share.

The year 1994 ish.  Shortly after winning the US Amateur National Championship a road player known as Mexican Johnny came through town barbecueing people one handed.  Seriously .  One handed. My turn closing and employed with keys to Sheehans Chalk and Roll I  watched Glenn rob Johnny at nine ball while the Mexican Hustler robbed him back at one pocket. Both needed weight in the others  game of choice.  The weight either 9 to 7 playing one hole or the 7 and the breaks playing nine ball did not matter. Both were unbeatable in their field. Glenn offered the 6 at one point.  Johnny refused.   Johnny with his stakehorse kept going to their car for a” powder break” while Glenn who is drug free battled until early the next morning.  They broke even. That’s when I learned about heart.  Years later I understood how good Mexican Johnny was . He was great nine ball player.   Glenn was better.

Other memorable moments have been noticing  how other champions react to Glenn. 1998 ish   An all time  favorite pool moment cast a player with beautiful stroke , and amazing energy. This classy player named  John Bear came to Portland and played in a tournament at Classic Billiards here in Portland.  Bears complete focus was on Glenn after losing to Atwell.  Everytime Glenn walked anywhere John Bear shook his cue towards Glenn playfully no matter how involved Bear was in a current match. It was as if he knew nobody was left to fear until they  would meet again in the finals. As Bear skillfullly predicted it,  it was Bear and Glenn again.  It was Glenn who defeated the awesome personable John Bear.   That weekend or moments kept me in pool when I considered quitting. I instead had incentive or a reason  to take pool more seriously as a player.   It was hard,  it was exiting and most of all fun.   I lightened up as a player, especially  in tournaments.  Quintessential moment without a doubt.

Fast forward now to  2001 ish. Paul Potier and Stan Torangeau were playing for the point at a tournament and arrived together after stepping out for food some where.  They both rushed over together to read the loser bracket . I noticed and asked Stan what was up . Stan laughed and said “to see where Glenn is of course !” This moment taught me that the neighborhood local pool champion was someone formidable. To learn from as well as pay close attention too.  It secured the notion that he’s the real deal.  The next decade of success  proved the same realization for the nation.

So Now ish.  The little things.  Every pool event in Portland has people mentioning  Glenn in some way.   Although winning is a priority Glenn is a welcome face to Portland tournament goers. We want to play him, be coached by him and earn his respect.  Sometimes to be honest we want to send him home early. Which is unfair really since no matter the odds of him being beat in the finals of a small tournament,   Glenn chooses to split the dough . A kind gesture as to say   to the other finalist  “Good job,  you played well enough to win this tournament so you deserve it.” In case nobody ever says it ” Thanks for chopping Glenn. Your successes lately are amazing and  we really want you to keep it up. Your our horse. Giddyup!!  Thanks for all the advice and you know deep down in my heart,   with respect. I hope to learn , and continue to admire your play . Oh and of course hopefully drill you soon. Paul