Efren "Bata" Reyes is more than just one of the best pool players in the world. To many, he is a living legend, writes TED LERNER.
IT IS A HOT and sunny Saturday afternoon in late March and Efren Reyes is putting on an exhibition.
The town is Angeles City, Efren's home town, and the place is Margarita Ville, a popular bar and restaurant on Field's Avenue. Efren has come here at the invitation of his American friend, John, the owner, for a day of some friendly pool.
The challengers today are mostly foreigners, who make up the majority of Margarita Ville's customers. They have lined up for a chance to take on the master, to get their picture taken with him, and to be able to one day say to their friends around the bar, "I once played against Efren Reyes, the greatest pool player in the world."
The bet for each match is P500. First man to win seven games wins the money. Of course, Efren has to give every challenger a major handicap. He practically gives the game away. In 9-Ball, where the balls have to be run consecutively until the winning nine ball is sunk, all the opponent has to do is sink the four, the six or the nine and he wins. And the opponent always gets to break. Even so, nobody expects to beat Efren.
Dressed in rolled up jeans, a short-sleeve polo shirt, and rubber slippers, Efren, the man they call "the magician" in the States because of his incredible shot making, works the table. Occasionally, he smokes a cigarette or laughs his endearing smile. One noticeable absence is Efren's front teeth. When he is on tour in the United States, he wears them, but when he is at home, he likes to relax.
Methodically, he disposes of one opponent after the next. He casually, seemingly effortlessly, sinks shot after shot, always leaving the cue ball in perfect position for the next shot. Often times, he runs all nine balls without a miss.
Efren does not like to call this an exhibition. To him, he is just doing what he has done practically every day since he was born 41 years ago: play pool. But to the 50 or so people gathered around the table, and to the 30 or so others peering from the sidewalk outside, it is as good as a clinic. They seem to watch with a reverence.
After several hours, the bar erupts in cheers. Efren has lost to the assistant manager, Jimmy, who sank the nine ball off the break in the very last game. Jimmy, relishing a moment he will never forget, pumps his fist in the air and received high fives from his friends. Efren, smiling, shakes Jimmy's hand and pulls out P500.
Then, to show what his accomplishment means, Jimmy strides over to the bar and rings the bell, thereby obligating himself to purchase a round of drinks for the entire establishment, a gesture that surely must have cost him at least P2,000. And, in a further sign of reverence and respect, Jimmy puts his P2,500 stick into retirement, by having Efren sign the shaft.
"Hell, I can always buy another cue," Jimmy says exuberantly. Several other foreigners come over and do the same thing.
While eating his cheeseburger he talked about going to the States again in June for the start of the 1996 Professional Billiards Tour. He then rattled off his victories and accomplishments from the 1995 Tour. In six months in the States, he won an incredible six tournaments and pocketed over $80,000. He captured the Sands Regent 9-Ball in Reno, Nevada. The prestigious Bicycle Club 9-Ball invitational in Los Angeles, the World 8-Ball championships in Las Vegas, the World Straight pool championship in Bangor, Maine, the Pro-Tour championship 9-Ball in Owensboro, Kentucky, and the Legend 9-Ball in LA. He also placed fifth at the world championships of 9-Ball in Norfolk, Virginia. At year's end, he was also voted International Player of the Year.
This should naturally be heady stuff for a guy who rose from Third World poverty and who now dominates the world's billiards scene. Efren, however, seems unaffected by his accomplishments. He even said his six months in the States was too long.
"I had to sign a contract with the Tour," he said. "I prefer three months. I like it here in the Philippines."
For it is here in the Philippines where he can get more of what he likes most - action.
"I cannot hustle in America because they know me already. Americans don't like big money games. If I like action, I stay in the Philippines."
In fact, when I first met Efren Reyes a year ago, I found him playing cards at his auntie's house in Angeles City. It had taken me one month to track him down. He is difficult to find. He is not the kind of guy who keeps a regular schedule or makes regular appearances that are published in the newspaper. Maybe in the States when he's on tour, but not in the Philippines. Here he is just living and partaking of that action he loves so much. One night he might be playing a quickly arranged money game of 9-Ball in Bulacan, another night he might be in Manila playing mahjong, or another day, he might be back in Angeles in cockfights.
Everybody will also tell you two things about Efren. He is the best player in the world when it comes to playing for money, and, he is an extremely down-to-earth, friendly guy.
At the Hang's 'N bar in Ermita, Tony Fuster, a long-time friend of Efren's, and a sharp pool player in his own right, said, "When it comes to playing for money, nobody is more focused than Efren."
Tony directed me to a bowling and billiards center in Farmer's Plaza, Cubao, where, as professional pool player Bert Aleonar said, "You have the best card players in the Philippines, the best pool players, the best gamblers, and the best cristos (bet takers)." This is where the finest pool players in the Philippines gather nightly to play and gamble for their daily bread. Efren often stops by Farmer's to play money games.
Bert has known Efren since the 1960s, when they were both teenagers. "He's a good friend," Bert said of Efren. "He's a simple, humble guy. He never judges other people."
In Efren's hometown of Angeles, I began to find out just how laidback the life of this hero was. He had been keeping his pool table and hanging out and practicing everyday at a nondescript carinderia that has no name located on a muddy side street next to McDonald's in Dau. Cezar Morales, the owner and a life-long friend of Efren, said Efren had just moved the table to his auntie's house in Angeles.
Efren's auntie's house is a modest cinder block abode. On the covered but open-air porch sat Efren's pool table, on which several kids were playing. Drying laundry hung around the table. Boxes and clutter were everywhere. On the ground, several roosters scurried under and around the table.
There must have been 50 people there when I arrived. Inside the house, several women played cards. In another room, several men, including Efren, were engaged in their own card game.
Efren, wearing a t-shirt, shorts and rubber slippers, was as friendly, low-key, and unassuming as everyone had said. I asked him if he could shoot some pool while I took pictures. Everybody gathered around the table to watch him practice. I am no expert, but even the little I saw of his play told me a lot.
The key in pool is control of the cue ball. He can do whatever he wants with it. When he plays, the cue ball moves around the table as if there is someone underneath with a magnet dragging it to the exact spot he wants it to go for the next shot. He is in total control. He claims that he looks three to eight shots ahead. Efren is very loose and relaxed when he plays pool. He said he is very focused though, that even if people are talking to him while he is shooting, he does not hear them.
Incredibly, Efren plays with a locally made cue stick that is 20 years old and cost him $10 at the time. He said an American once offered him $10,000 for the cue but he refused.
"This cue stick is worth more money to me," he said. "This stick makes a lot of money."
One of the interesting features with Efren is his eyes. When he bends over to line up a shot, his eyes seem to roll partially into his head. It's a mysterious look, almost trance-like. Like the gunslinger taking aim. When he is not playing though, Efren has an irresistible and endearing smile, almost child-like.
Efren's house sits in another neighborhood about a kilometer away. Efren bought this house with the money he made from playing pool. Efren posed with his wife, Susan, and their two kids, next to the car they own. They also own a jeep. They have a third child but the kid was just a baby then. His parents also live in the house.
His family was poor and his father worked as a barber. When Efren was five years old, his family sent him to stay with his uncle, who owned the Lucky 13 pool hall in Avenida, Manila. Efren was put to work as a billiard attendant. This is where he picked up the nickname "Bata" (The Kid).
Efren did not actually pick up a pool cue until he was eight years old, but for the first three years at the Lucky 13, he still learned a lot about the game. Not only from watching the hustlers, the movie stars, and the celebrities that frequented his uncle's place, but also from his dreams. Efren's bed was the pool table.
"When I slept on the table, I dreamt about pool," he said. "I learned about pool from my dreams."
No wonder, I thought, he is nearly unbeatable. He must have learned the incredible shots and the impossible angles that he is famous for from all the spirits of the old players who visited him while he slept on the table night after night.
Then at eight years old, he began living out the dreams.
"Just to be able to shoot," he said, "I stacked cases of Coke three high so I could play pool." After a shot, he would move the cases around the table so he could take another shot. Even though his uncle did not want him to play pool, Efren would play two hours in the morning and two hours in the evening, when nobody was around. "I liked sleeping on the table because when I woke up I could play pool."
He started gambling at nine years old. At 12, several of his rich Chinese friends, whom Efren met at the Lucky 13, tagged him along to different places like Bulacan, Olongapo, and Angeles for vacations. While there, they would pick up games. The friends would finance Efren against some of the best players in the Philippines. Once he beat the number two guy in the country.
"I watched all the good players and the weak players, too," he said. He practiced every shot. He had no teacher. "I learned the simple shots from the good players. English, draw, follow, how to put the cue ball in position. But what about the other shots? The good players don't know the invisible shots. A lot of times the weak players make these impossible shots. I learned a lot of trick shots from watching bad players."
He said that at 16 he was the best player in the Philippines.
"At 18, 19, 20 years old," Efren said confidently, "nobody could beat me around the world. Even if you could run the table everytime, still, you could not beat me. When I was 20, I was strong."
Interestingly, he said this having never even been abroad at the time. He realized that he had been the best all along, when in 1985, he first went to America and finally watched all the best players.
Efren dropped out of high school after two years in order to support his family by playing pool. He had financiers and he would play for maybe P100. Another source of income was the American GIs on nearby Clark Air Base. But he had developed a reputation and nobody would bet high with him.
Because he had trouble finding competition, he stopped playing pocket billiards in 1976 to take up carom (three cushion billiards), which used to be popular in the Philippines. But he became so good at carom that, like pool, nobody wanted to play him. So he returned to pocket billiards.
He found a sponsor in 1979 and made his first trip abroad to Japan, where he won $3,000 hustling and playing in tournaments. Six years later he made his first trip to America.
His sponsor then was a local Filipino with connections in the States. He wanted Efren to hustle. By then, however, the word about Efren Reyes had reached the pool halls of America. But nobody in America knew what Efren looked like. So while in the States, Efren used the name of his friend, Cezar Morales.
He played in and won the Red 9-Ball Open in Houston, Texas, which netted him a few thousand dollars. Then over the next three weeks, playing big money against all comers, Efren won $81,000. But he never saw his promised 50% share. His financier stole the money.
In 1986, he returned to America at the invitation of another financier, a Filipino from Chicago. This man also cheated Efren. In 1987, he had another financier, but they did not get along. In 1988, Efren was financed by an American named Archibald Mitchell. This time Efren finally made money.
"The American didn't cheat me," Efren said laughing. "Only the Filipinos."
It was about this time that Efren teamed up with long-time friend, Rolando Vicente, his manager until this day.
"Efren's a gifted guy," Rolando said. "Maybe the guy upstairs gave it to him. Efren's the kind of guy who creates shots that nobody knows how he did it. Also many people cannot do in a game what they do in practice. Efren is different. He can play in a game the way he practices.
"He's better when he plays for money than he is at tournaments. In tournaments, you can be beaten because you play only one set. But for money, over the long run, Efren's the best."
Efren explained that what makes him and so many other Filipinos so good in pool, especially under pressure, is the gambling.
The pairing of Efren Reyes and Jose Puyat seems to be one of destiny. Like Efren, Jose Puyat's grandfather, Gonzalo Puyat, was a poor man from Pampanga who never even went to high school. In the early years of the century, with 18 centavos in his pocket, Gonzalo got a job as a billiard attendant at a pool hall owned by a Spaniard. With the Spanish era over, the Spaniard left for Spain. He allowed Gonzalo to buy the two tables on credit.
Soon Gonzalo started buying surplus tables, fixing them and then reselling them. Then he started making tables. In 1912, the Puyat table won an industrial design competition. By 1929, Gonzalo Puyat was the president of the chamber of commerce and the family business grew to include steel, lumber and other products.
So in one sense, by sponsoring Efren, Jose Puyat honors his family's roots. But it is clear that he also sees a chance as a promoter, to secure the legacy of a man he recognizes as not only a true master of his craft, but one who is also an inspiration to all his fellow countrymen.
"My association with Efren is special," Puyat told me recently in a call from Honolulu, where he was vacationing. "It is very meaningful to me. Like Efren, my grandfather is from Pampanga. Like Efren, my grandfather started out as a billiard attendant.
"I would like to think I was a big help in his success. But there's nothing we want in a commercial way. We don't ask him to help us sell tables. It's the relationship. I can feel he likes to do well for his country. It makes me feel that I'm helping a friend, that I'm honoring my family's roots and tradition, that I'm doing something for my country. It's a great privilege and it gives me great pride and pleasure to be associated with him."
And so the legend of Efren Reyes grows and grows, not only in the Philippines, but around the world. Among people who play and watch pool, from local bars like Margarita Ville in Angeles, to the biggest tournaments in the world in places like Las Vegas and Reno, he is already spoken about in mythical, one-of-a-kind tones.
"He's just a phenomenal player. He doesn't have very many weaknesses in his game. He's phenomenal at shotmaking. There's hardly any shot on the table he can't make. His position play and speed control is superb. His knowledge of the pattern play is absolutely great. And on top of everything else, he performs really great under pressure. It's just a hard combination to beat. He's one of the greatest players ever to walk on this planet in my opinion."
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