When the bartender calls last call and the place is about to close, my buddies and I play
speed pool, or rather a sped up version of whatever we were just playing.
In this case 10 ball. These racks often turn into the nicest outs of the night.
Your brain does some amazing shit when you let it go on autopilot.
My buddy ran to the 7, missed, left me this. This was my out to close the night.
All circus shots. Full masse over a short distance... warp speed bank (the position
makes no sense, I coulda stopped or maybe gone with high inside but my brain said
"high outside dude! Load 'er up!"). Then one of my favorite shots that I never hit in competition,
low inside railfirst to spin back down off the 2nd rail.
I can't do any of this shooting normal speed.
speed pool, or rather a sped up version of whatever we were just playing.
In this case 10 ball. These racks often turn into the nicest outs of the night.
Your brain does some amazing shit when you let it go on autopilot.
My buddy ran to the 7, missed, left me this. This was my out to close the night.
All circus shots. Full masse over a short distance... warp speed bank (the position
makes no sense, I coulda stopped or maybe gone with high inside but my brain said
"high outside dude! Load 'er up!"). Then one of my favorite shots that I never hit in competition,
low inside railfirst to spin back down off the 2nd rail.
I can't do any of this shooting normal speed.
