Wednesday, December 27, 2006

McSwiggans


One of my league night rituals is to get in a little solo practice at a bar that's near where I'll be playing. Like when I have a match at Barfly or Paddy McGuires, I'll go practice beforehand at Plug Uglies. When I play at Makers, I'll practice at Bulls Head Tavern. Another place where I've practiced is McSwiggans, which hosts one of the teams in my division. Located at 23rd and Second Avenue, I checked it out once because it looked like the kind of place that would have a pool table. A few weeks ago I had a match there and was impressed to see the large back room where the pool table is located had been renovated. The dingy exposed brick walls appear to have been sheetrocked over and painted with bright paint, and the floor seems to have been redone. They may have even put in a new ceiling with recessed lighting. At any rate, it already was a nice play to play. Now it's even better. The picture at top is from my most recent trip and the smaller picture was taken from the McSwiggans website. But both pictures are more or less looking in the same direction, toward a dartboard in the corner. On Christmas I passed McSwiggans while riding the M15 bus downtown and outside there was a banner announcing new management, which could explain the upgrade.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Sophies






Wednesday, December 13, 2006

No Idea


Back in the year 2000, a couple weeks after I moved to New York, a friend from college came to visit me. One night we met up with one of her childhood friends, who suggested a place called No Idea. It's on 20th between Broadway and Park Avenue South, right smack dab in the middle of the triangle created by Union Square, Madison Square, and Gramercy Park. I had completely forgotten about the bar until about a year ago when for some reason I started getting monthly emails promoting the bar's name night. For the most part, I think bar websites are more or less useless. But I do check out No Idea's name night calendar to see if there's a name of anybody I know who might be interested in drinking for free (the name for this coming New Year's Eve is "NOFNBODY"). The writer of the website boasts about the bar, which opened in 1992, when the area was a ghost town: "Frankly, we own the neighborhood now. Nothing happens without No Idea's approval." There are several "popular neighborhood destinations" listed, including Elite Models, Republic, Himachi, Gramercy Tavern, etc. But no mention of the Theodore Roosevelt Birthplace National Historic Site located right next door.

Needless to say, for purposes pertaining to this blog, they do have a pool table. It's way in its own back room, which is always an ideal situation. I recently paid the bar a visit to check things out. Turns out, I had been to the bar one other time since that time way back when, I'm guessing around 2002 or so, I just had forgotten. I didn't play pool on this most recent visit, as there seemed to be some sort of office party hogging the pool room, with the inherent and agonizingly slow doubles play, and a waiting list a mile long. But I will definitely go back there some time soon. A good stop on the non-obvious, non-league pool bar circuit that includes other nearby places such as 119 Bar, Dewey's Flatiron, and Plug Uglies.

Friday, December 08, 2006

The Twilight Zone: A Game of Pool


Some time ago I came across a website called The Billiards Tour that has a list of movies about pool, among many other things. I set about googling them and was stoked to find a few of them were availabe on Netflix. One in particular, an old episode of The Twilight Zone, caught my attention. It's called "A Game of Pool" and it features Jack Klugman and Jonathan Winters. It originally aired October 13, 1961, which I just checked and found out was less than three weeks after the release of The Hustler.

In "A Game of Pool" Klugman plays Jesse Cardiff (above), a pool player who has more or less dedicated his life to the game. He feels, however, that his talent is overshadowed by that of the late, legendary James Howard Brown, aka Fats Brown, played by Winters. In the opening scene, Jesse makes a nice four-rail billiard-type shot and then goes on to complain about how everybody still considers Fats the best player, even though he's been dead 15 years. Jesse goes over to a wall where a picture of Fats is hanging and says he'd give anything, anything to have the chance to take on Fats in a game of pool. At that moment, Fats is shown playing at his purgatorial pool table. Like a doctor being paged in a hospital, a voice comes over the loudspeaker and summons Fats to report to "Lister's Pool Room, Randolph Street, Chicago," where Jesse is the main stick.

Fats appears in a dark corner of the room and spooks Jesse by announcing "At your service." Once Jesse is over his disbelief, the two get into a bit of an argument about who is the best and what it means to be the best. Fats taunts Jesse, saying "You like to play with fire, but you don't like to cook." He calls Jesse a second-rate player, "I've seen your kind before. A little skill, a knack, a style. But when the heat's on, you fold." Jesse counters by saying Fats' reputation is way overblown, like a balloon about to be popped using a pool stick as the needle. "I heard a man in this very pool room swear that he saw you make a nine-cushion bank," Jesse says. Fats responds "And you don't believe it?" "It's impossible! You hit the ball that hard it won't stay on the table. He had more imagination than brains, huh?"

When asked about the stakes of their upcoming game, Jesse pulls out a money clip and throws it onto the table, saying "Any or all of it." Fats says money is of no use to him and instead challenges Jesse to the ultimate stakes game: "Life or Death. You beat me, and you live. You lose, and you die." Jesse says that he is not insane and would never risk his life over a game of pool. To which Fats says "You know, where I come from, there's a race driver. Go to the track and whisper his name. Say Tazio Nuvolari and watch the heads nod up and down. Or go to a bullring and hear them speak of Manolete. Both men faced death daily, and both are legends. You never make the great at anything by playing it safe."

Fats starts to leave but Jesse stops him, saying he agrees to play by the ultimatum. They go over to the table to flip a coin and Fats gets out his pool cue. He says it was made for him personally in St. Louis, that it cost him $600 and that he made his living with it for 35 years. Then he says "Name the game. Rotation? Kelly? 14.1 rack? 8 ball?" Jesse says "Let's see how good you really are. 14.1 rack, one game, 300 points."

There are lots of nice shots in the episode, some nice caroms and so forth. And there are some misses as well, intentional and otherwise. Fats turns out to be more philosophical about the game, whereas Jesse only has his mind on winning. In fact, Jesse develops a bit of an ego once he's ahead in the game 59-7. The game gets interesting at the end when Jesse is ahead 299-296. I don't want to spoil the ending, as it's kind of clever, but you can find out by going to that Billiards Tour link. I am currently in the middle of my second renting of this Twilight Zone DVD, as I wanted to write an official "review" and take some screen shots. The other two pool movies I've rented on Netflix are Stickmen and The Shooting Gallery. Stickmen was made in New Zealand and was stylishly done but is otherwise horrible. Shooting Gallery is also pretty stylish, was filmed in New Orleans and features a sweet performance by Ving Rhames. There's also a lot of pool lingo taken from the book "Playing off the Rail." But I would suggest getting "A Game of Pool" before either of these.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Chalk is Cheap


Up in Hell's Kitchen on Ninth Avenue near the Port Authority bus terminal is a bar called Why Not. I'm not sure if their APA team disbanded or if it was transferred to a more location-appropriate division. All I know is that, at least for my division, it could have been called "Way Out" because it was such a satellite location for us. At any rate, it's a decent place to play. I was in that neighborhood recently on an assignment and stepped into Why Not to take a few snaps. I've been sitting on them until recently, when I included a few in an essay that I posted on my other site, visualdiaries.