I forgot the story about David Gentilli's Father.
We were in 5th or 6th grade. The Gentillis lived down at the corner of Sandusky and 93rd St in an old store front...right across the street from the bus terminal where we played touch football.Behind them was an old dairy truck terminal with rotting dairy trucks sitting.It was fun to play around in those things.
So the Gentilli's were a popular stop.
A Sat. aternoon..late.They had a big pool table in the front room.I didn't like pool and had no idea how to play;plus,I was very shy and didn't want to look stupid,which I usually did.
I just watched as a bunch of the kids played the game as well as his Father.I guess he sensed something ,so when a break happened...he took me back to the pool room and showed me how to hold the stick and so forth.
It started up again and this time I was on one of the teams.
I was horrible.
But it came down to me having to make a simple shot to win.Gentilli's Father was on my side. He told me what to do.
The ball went in the little hole.
I almost fainted.
David Gentilli did faint!!
But his Father was so happy he started dancing around singing.....DAVEY WON THE GAAAA-AME!!....DAVEY WON THE GAAAAA-AME!!!!
I never felt so good in my life.
His Father was a really nice guy.
But I still hate pool.
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