Yeah, good luck getting any info beyond what that pic shows. No venue, no ticket details, nothing. I was really looking forward to attending, but it’s not looking likely now. Sent requests to Emily Matchroom Scott etc. Nothing so far.

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Um...khakis.

Who cares if its real? You put the other top 10 players up and they're gonna do the exact same thing.

Get your money out and play him some, he sucks lol

Fore Rail said:

You don't seem to understand.

What if the only thing the individual has is pool?

Meaning this particular person has struck out doing anything else in life & only is good at one thing.

In this instance it would be pool.

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Then why aren't they a top pro now? Apparently they aren't any better at pool than the 6 million other things they suck at.

I believe the IQ of the average poster here is below 80

Benelli said:

You can still feel the elephants deep and profound death spams as as the villagers jammed the spears into its heart every time you grab my cue.

When you grab simulated EE you just feel the bolt gun being fired into the dulled brainpan of an overweight heifer.

My cue inspires you to play your best so you too can avoid that fate.

ONLY inspiration that comes from Simulated is an overwhelming desire to order a salad....

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You're mean. Take that back!

Here's kind of a funny one from about 25 years ago. I used to hang out at this beautiful room in Statesville, NC. It was in a historic building with 30' ceilings, chandeliers, copper ceilings etc. Absolutely beautiful building.

It had a main floor with around 12 tables, a balcony on the second floor with one main table and a third floor that was a club.

As nice as this building was it was also in a very rough neighborhood at the time and they didn't mess around if you were asked to leave.

So a couple of my buddies wanted to go there and drink. I show them the way and we get there. As soon as we parked I told them not to fuck around in here. If you get thrown out, it is literal. They all kind of chuckled like I was full of shit until we opened the front door.

As soon as we opened the door they tossed someone out of the club on the third floor and he tumbled down three flights of stairs. I just looked at my buddies in semi shock and said don't fuck around in here.

Edit: Before anyone asks this was Broad St Billiards. When I originally went there it was owned by an old farmer. Word was that he covered his business of dropping off product with his plane with his business of having a pool hall.