I think it represents man's search for perfection. A journey, if you will, to find out who he is and where he must travel to find his inner-self.
Birth begins at the break. Each shot is a learning experience. Each scratch a pause to reflect and to realize that only through pain comes pleasure.
As our seeker moves through the patterns that chance has placed before him, he calls upon past knowlege to help guide his way. Knowledge acquired from those who have gone before him, passing it down, one to the next.
His journey is long and his strength is beginning to ebb, yet he fears not, for nearing the end he begins to realize that all the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune have not been in vain. The bliss, so long sought, is at hand.
As the last ball falls slowly in the pocket of his life he gazes down a long white tunnel of light and there, before him, is Grandma and Elvis.
Is this what you had in mind, Tommy?
Note: With thanks, and apologies to William Shakespear.