Where did this come from? When I was 16, I watched Cole (Dickson) run balls effortlessly and endlessly for some time. Later, immediately after he left, I grabbed a rack and started shooting. I swear, I could feel him as I shot. It was truly as if I was him. For what seemed like 15, no, probably just like 5 minutes, I glided around the table and never missed a shot. And I, me, normally was absolutely no threat on the pool table. (Once, I had a two foot straight in full pocket shot on the nine ball in the side pocket, and Mike M., who was maybe 4 years older than me, reached out and ran his finger across the green felt in front of the cue ball. "Crisscross applesauce," he says. I proceeded to jump the cue ball right off the table. Yeah. That was about my speed.) Well, after shooting in this sort of trance for about 5 minutes, I felt this overwhelming sense that Cole was upset with me. He wasn't even there. He had already left the building. I felt I was doing something I shouldn't be doing. So I quit playing. Never tired to emulate Cole ever again...