With all the different Earl exhibition threads, I thought I'd post a positive thread on here about the guy. I know some people don't like him because of his antics; however, let's look at him as a pool player. I highly doubt anyone will win as many world 9-ball championships and U.S. Opens as this guy.
Of all the pros I've sweated, no one ever ran out so perfectly and FAST. Yeah, Buddy's runs out perfectly, smooth...but slow. Not knocking slow - just saying Earl has a level of energy and excitement no one else has.
I think genius is sometimes paired with weirdness. After all, everyone on this board would push an old lady off a grand canyon cliff for an original Van Gogh painting which is about priceless and that guy cut off his own ear (some say over a hooker - go figure).
Earl might have his demons, but the way I see it --- the guy's a 9ball wizard super-genius... even if he's only a shadow of what he once was. What he once was... was something special... a high-caliber pool-shooting machine that no one wanted to draw in a major event.
Regardless of how he acts, that's part of who he is -- much of it he probably can't control. The same way I don't fault my bipolar mother for weird stuff she does - I don't fault Earl.
If anything, I feel like I'm rooting for Yosemite Sam in a room full of Bugs Bunnies.... except Yosemite Sam's bullets actually hit their intended target!
GO EARL!
Of all the pros I've sweated, no one ever ran out so perfectly and FAST. Yeah, Buddy's runs out perfectly, smooth...but slow. Not knocking slow - just saying Earl has a level of energy and excitement no one else has.
I think genius is sometimes paired with weirdness. After all, everyone on this board would push an old lady off a grand canyon cliff for an original Van Gogh painting which is about priceless and that guy cut off his own ear (some say over a hooker - go figure).
Earl might have his demons, but the way I see it --- the guy's a 9ball wizard super-genius... even if he's only a shadow of what he once was. What he once was... was something special... a high-caliber pool-shooting machine that no one wanted to draw in a major event.
Regardless of how he acts, that's part of who he is -- much of it he probably can't control. The same way I don't fault my bipolar mother for weird stuff she does - I don't fault Earl.
If anything, I feel like I'm rooting for Yosemite Sam in a room full of Bugs Bunnies.... except Yosemite Sam's bullets actually hit their intended target!
GO EARL!

