Pool, as a national pastime, has long been behind an eight ball of its own making. Main Street's billiard academy allowed itself to become a gathering place for grifters and idlers, then was run out of town. The shark-infested pool halls of the big cities retreated into one-flight-up locations, shrinking into such shabby anonymity that parents no longer bothered to warn the young against them. And the era has passed when every self-respecting millionaire's mansion was big enough to include a billiard room, where even a lady might join the gentlemen for an after-dinner round. No longer does a super-champ...
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