The Continuing Story Of Frisco Eddie, Volume 002

After Frisco Eddie walked out of the Blue Moon Lounge that Sunday morning, he was reflecting on whether or not it would be a good idea to pursue a full-time career playing shuffleboard. He had just beaten “Big Al,” and he was weighing the pros and cons of becoming a “hustler” on a permanent basis.

Eddie gave the idea a great deal of thought. He had a girlfriend to think about also …. one that he might even ask to marry some day. It wouldn’t be fair to shut her out. His girl (Shelli) wasn’t too keen on the prospect of Eddie being on the road all the time. He had a good job at the Blue Moon, and it was expected that someday soon he would even be made a partner in the business, and eventually become sole owner.

He finally decided to just “hang-on” for awhile, and let the action come to him in the local area. If he was going to be able to hit all the tournaments, and hustle on the side also, he’d have to travel a lot. He would be on the road too much, in fact, to establish himself at the Blue Moon. Shelli was happy; the owner of the Blue Moon (Bob) was happy; Eddie was happy, and all was going just fine: Just fine, that is, until a very pretty gal walked into the bar one Friday night Her name was Lillian, but to the shuffleboard world her “handle” was “Long Beach Lil.” Eddie didn’t know it then, but all his plans …. were about to change.

“Long Beach Lil” was a dead giveaway as she strolled to the far end of the bar, near the rear exit. Her gaze shifted between the shuffleboard and on Eddie. The fact that she was carrying an expensive weight-case raised some eyebrows at the bar.

After she sat down, Eddie asked, “What’ll you have?” Lillian sized Eddie up and then stated very simply (in a low and lusty kind of Texas drawl), “Everything you’ve got, Eddie.” Eddie was taken back for a moment, but he kept on looking into her eyes. Lil was a thing to behold; she had dark brown hair, was about five feet, seven inches tall (with a knock-out body), and piercing blue eyes …. and the eyes were on Eddie.

Eddie asked, “Seems you know my name — now, what’s yours?” “Lil,” she replied. “Well, it sure is good to meet you. Nice case you have there,” said Eddie. Then Lil said, “I heard about your action, Eddie. How did you manage to luck-out against ‘Big Al’ and his crowd?” “Wasn’t much luck to it — I just shot-their-eyes-out,” Eddie replied. She countered with: “My eyes are on you right now, Eddie. Would you like to try to shoot them out, too?” Their gazes were locked as Eddie hollered out, “Hey, Bob, take over, O.K.? I’ve got a live one here!”

After the board was waxed, and they each had some practice shots, Eddie said, “How hard do you want to make this on yourself, Lil?” Lil replied, “As hard as it can get, Eddie. Let’s start for a hundred a game and build up from there. O.K. ?” Eddie’s anxiety level went up a little, and he had mixed emotions as he put the quarters in. He thought, “This is either too good to be true …. or too true to be good.”

Which will it be, readers: too good to be true — or too true to be good? Read the next chapter of “Frisco Eddie’s Revenge — the Return” next week in The Shuffleboard Federation’s Blog. This is better than the soaps!

#FlashbackFriday, 8/16/19

NASC Rewind: 2011, NASC XXII

The start of NASC XXX is only ten weeks from tonight! The evening of Friday, 10/25, includes the Champions Dinner, and the draft and auction for the Pro/Am Draft Team Event. So, it seems appropriate to review this blast from the past video of the 2011 NASC, along with some pictures from previous Champions Dinners, and Harrah’s Steak House.

NASC XXII Rewind
What an honor to sit between these two all time greats!
One of my favorite Champions Dinner pics!
Everyone but Jim Payne is having fun!
Ali, preparing his famous Cafe Diablo!
Steak & Lobster
The incredible Five Onion Soup, served in a jumbo onion!!
Ozzie, preparing Steak Diane table side.
Mouth watering Ahi Tuna.
Caesar Salad, prepared table side. Watching them make the
dressing from scratch is almost as enjoyable as eating the salad.
After dinner chocolates, served over dry ice.

#ThrowbackThursday, 8/15/19

2010 Sol Lipkin Award Presentation
to Lorraine Olson, at NASC XXI

This was the year that Sol died. It was a great honor for all of us to have his son, Bruce, make the Sol Lipkin Award presentation to Lorraine. Prior to the presentation, there were some great stories and hilarious moments as numerous people paid tribute to Lorraine, a most deserving recipient of The Shuffleboard Federation’s highest honor.

NASC XXIX Pro Singles Highlights: Jim Payne vs David Williams, Jr.

Both David Williams Jr. & Jim Payne know what it’s like to win with a lead, and pull out a win from behind. The strategy & shotmaking in this match are historic.

Announcers: Eddie M Villarreal & Marcus Zepeda

Thanks to our sponsors: Jimmy The Cop Memorial Shuffleboard Tournament!!!! Neil Fetter Jason Papa Madison Park Bowl

Jim Payne vs David Williams, Jr.

Cigars With John, The First Installment

At the 2017 North American Shuffleboard Championships, I interviewed a dozen or so pros in an informal setting, while I enjoyed one of my favorite pastimes, a great cigar.

This first segment includes recently deceased #TableShuffleboard legend, David Williams, and Karl Spickelmier.

Cigars With John: Episode 1

The Continuing Story Of Frisco Eddie, Volume 001

Frisco Eddie walked into the rear door of the Blue Moon Lounge on a clear and sparkling Sunday morning. He selected a bar stool which would afford the best chance to catch all the shuffleboard action.

(Man, they’re all here — Two-Hanger Fred, Texas Kid, Big Al, Oklahoma Jack. … Must have been playing all night, Eddie surmised.) “What’ll you have, Eddie?” asked Mike, the bartender. “Coffee for now,” Eddie replied.

“Hey, Frisco!” spouted Big Al, “You want to get in on the action?” (All the hustlers laughed a little because they had taken Eddie so many times.) The $500 bankroll Eddie had stashed in his Levis began to burn.

“I’m in. What’s the game, suckers?” said Eddie. “Me and Texas Kid have the board. Want to walk it?” was the reply. “I’m not glued to this seat, man. Let’s go” said Eddie. (This is my chance to get those high-rollers, he thought).

After a few practice shots, the board was freshly waxed and the quarters put in. The game was underway. Eddie lost the toss. (The sideline responded with muffled snickers. They were all splitting the action against Eddie, a $500 spread).

The game began with Eddie having some trouble sticking on the deep left and right cross shots against Big Al. (I’ve got to settle down some, Eddie thought.) At the end of the fourth frame, he was down 9 to 6; Texas Kid’s lag was working. The knowing looks on the sideline indicated the predictable — Eddie would lose. Big Al and Texas Kid were methodically working him over.

By the end of the eighth frame, Eddie continued to trail. The score was 14 to 11. This is it, thought Eddie, now or never. He passed a short weight that Big Al had put up. Al stuck. Eddie tried the combination shot — no luck. Big Al set up a deep left thumb shot — a deuce. It was then Eddie’s last shot.

Everyone knew it was over now. They had beat him again. Eddie sized up the board; everything was blocked except the left hand. (This is the time now, man — I’m going to do it!) Eddie waxed the fingers of his left hand for the “Jersey Lag,” sprinkled a small amount of wax on the left rail, and made his shot.

The release felt good; the weight was on track. (Jeez, it looks good, Eddie thought). Two-Hanger and the rest of the hustlers started to get nervous as the weight sailed down the board. “Oh, my God! He’s going to …. he did! He lagged a …. ” Then came a voice:

“Hey, Eddie! You’ve been sitting on that bar stool staring at that damn shuffleboard for 20 minutes now,” hollered Mike, the bartender. “Quit daydreaming and let’s get going and clean this joint up before the Sunday afternoon tournament.” Then Mike assured Eddie, “Don’t worry, kid. Keep on practicing and we’ll put you on the team next fall — maybe.”

The sun was still shining brightly outside the Blue Moon Lounge as Eddie went to the back room to get his mop and pail. “Someday,” Eddie thought, “someday …. ” (To be continued)>


Dedicated to the memory of the original author, Ron “Balboa Ron” Schweikert. Published with the permission of Champion Shuffleboard, which owns this content.