Sorry....I have to do it.
PRO PLAYERS AND INSTRUCTORS - Why the controversy?
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Sorry....I have to do it.
Now, you did it! I've never reported a post before, but this will be my first! This is a classic example of being 100% correct and shouldn't be allowed. I feel we should be able to discuss things without the pressure of having to resort to facts to substantiate our positions.
Best,
Mike
Did anyone hear that?
Did anyone hear that?
Now, you did it! I've never reported a post before, but this will be my first! This is a classic example of being 100% correct and shouldn't be allowed. I feel we should be able to discuss things without the pressure of having to resort to facts to substantiate our positions.
Best,
Mike
Did anyone hear that?
Did anyone hear that?
Hey Mr. CJ,
I am talking real low so no one but you will hear me. This is a hear me test. Now no one heard me except you! Great!
Many Regards,
Lock N Load.
<------ Soft and low keyed!
This story does have a 'Twilight Zone' mystic to it, and goes like this:
You may have seen this on Face book, but I'll share again the history of "The Game is the Teacher" and how it all started right before I played my first professional event in Toronto, then the next week played 'The Miz' in Reno. This story does have a 'Twilight Zone' mystic to it, and goes like this:
There was an elderly gentleman that "appeared" in my life over 20 years ago for a brief "parenthesis in my reality," and gifted me with a present that I'm now starting to realize was ironic, or was it the irony of "fate". Hmmm ;-)
I was standing behind the bar talking to the day bartender in my pool room 'CJ's Billiard Palace', which was unusual, especially during business hours. He came through the door unassumingly, and quietly sat down at the bar in front of us "would you like a drink, I'm a champion bartender," I said, cracking a smile, as the bartender chimed in "as long as you just want a bottled beer or Pepsi."
The gentleman beamed, seeing we were enjoying some kind of "private joke," and replied "I'll just have a bottle of water, thanks." The bartender reached in the cooler the for water as the man directed his gaze back to me. "I think you might be a better pool player than bartender, would you agree?"
"I think you have a good point there, partner, if I had to rely on my bar-tending skills I'd be sleeping in the street," also smiling, but a little uneasily, the man's eyes were clear and very bright, it almost seemed like he was looking inside of my mind, at the "TV" of my thoughts. That's ridiculous of course, no one can "see our thoughts,or read our minds" and quite frankly I'm glad. I wouldn't want to be on either side of that ability, life's confusing enough sometimes exactly the way it is.
"You are the professional pool player that owns this place, I've seen you play before," I nodded still adjusting to the intensity of the man's crystal blue eyes, his voice remained soft, almost soothing. "What, may I ask do you expect to achieve from your pool Game," he ask motioning to the Brunswick table, just left of the front door where he had entered only minutes before.
"I guess I would like to compete with the world's best players and maybe even beat a couple of them," I again smiled, but on the inside my mind was busy running through thousands of past memories, it seemed like I had known this man before, but from where? No memories seemed to match, I instead had one of those strange déjà vu sensations, like "this has happened before."
The man lay his opened napkin on the bar in front of us and looked back at me, "you know that game is perfect don't you," he looked back at the napkin on the bar, then quickly back to me.
"Perfect, I ask, what do you mean, if you're asking do I play the game perfectly, the answer is no, but I do have these moments, my eyes lost focus as I instinctively reminisced a feeling of being in the 'The Zone'."
He shook his head and chuckled slightly, "you're human young man, perfection is not in your nature, however, it is in the Game, the Game is perfect at the highest level," the man picked up the napkin on the bar and lifted it up, appearing to look under it for something, "you just have to uncover that perfection."
He looked back into my now refocused eyes "do you understand{?}, he lifted the napkin up again as if there were treasure buried underneath "the perfection is in the Game, and you have to be the one to uncover It, and that perfection will play through you, the Game can only express it's perfection though people that play."
Other things were said, but the memories trail off like a dream, in my memory the man just disappeared, but I'm sure he got up and walked out of the pool room that day like a regular person.....or did he{smile}?
It took me a number of years to understand what that intriguing man with those crystal blue eyes meant by "the perfection of the Game playing through me," however, the seed began to grow, and over the course of time started making more and more sense, and it led to the most satisfying discovery of my career. - The Game became my teacher, and I couldn't have picked a better one. I've learned in my later years, some of our greatest teachers in life aren't chosen, they "somehow" choose us. "The Game is the Teacher" CJ Wiley
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=kPAsaF2T54U
You may have seen this on Face book, but I'll share again the history of "The Game is the Teacher" and how it all started right before I played my first professional event in Toronto, then the next week played 'The Miz' in Reno. This story does have a 'Twilight Zone' mystic to it, and goes like this:
There was an elderly gentleman that "appeared" in my life over 20 years ago for a brief "parenthesis in my reality," and gifted me with a present that I'm now starting to realize was ironic, or was it the irony of "fate". Hmmm ;-)
I was standing behind the bar talking to the day bartender in my pool room 'CJ's Billiard Palace', which was unusual, especially during business hours. He came through the door unassumingly, and quietly sat down at the bar in front of us "would you like a drink, I'm a champion bartender," I said, cracking a smile, as the bartender chimed in "as long as you just want a bottled beer or Pepsi."
The gentleman beamed, seeing we were enjoying some kind of "private joke," and replied "I'll just have a bottle of water, thanks." The bartender reached in the cooler the for water as the man directed his gaze back to me. "I think you might be a better pool player than bartender, would you agree?"
"I think you have a good point there, partner, if I had to rely on my bar-tending skills I'd be sleeping in the street," also smiling, but a little uneasily, the man's eyes were clear and very bright, it almost seemed like he was looking inside of my mind, at the "TV" of my thoughts. That's ridiculous of course, no one can "see our thoughts,or read our minds" and quite frankly I'm glad. I wouldn't want to be on either side of that ability, life's confusing enough sometimes exactly the way it is.
"You are the professional pool player that owns this place, I've seen you play before," I nodded still adjusting to the intensity of the man's crystal blue eyes, his voice remained soft, almost soothing. "What, may I ask do you expect to achieve from your pool Game," he ask motioning to the Brunswick table, just left of the front door where he had entered only minutes before.
"I guess I would like to compete with the world's best players and maybe even beat a couple of them," I again smiled, but on the inside my mind was busy running through thousands of past memories, it seemed like I had known this man before, but from where? No memories seemed to match, I instead had one of those strange déjà vu sensations, like "this has happened before."
The man lay his opened napkin on the bar in front of us and looked back at me, "you know that game is perfect don't you," he looked back at the napkin on the bar, then quickly back to me.
"Perfect, I ask, what do you mean, if you're asking do I play the game perfectly, the answer is no, but I do have these moments, my eyes lost focus as I instinctively reminisced a feeling of being in the 'The Zone'."
He shook his head and chuckled slightly, "you're human young man, perfection is not in your nature, however, it is in the Game, the Game is perfect at the highest level," the man picked up the napkin on the bar and lifted it up, appearing to look under it for something, "you just have to uncover that perfection."
He looked back into my now refocused eyes "do you understand{?}, he lifted the napkin up again as if there were treasure buried underneath "the perfection is in the Game, and you have to be the one to uncover It, and that perfection will play through you, the Game can only express it's perfection though people that play."
Other things were said, but the memories trail off like a dream, in my memory the man just disappeared, but I'm sure he got up and walked out of the pool room that day like a regular person.....or did he{smile}?
It took me a number of years to understand what that intriguing man with those crystal blue eyes meant by "the perfection of the Game playing through me," however, the seed began to grow, and over the course of time started making more and more sense, and it led to the most satisfying discovery of my career. - The Game became my teacher, and I couldn't have picked a better one. I've learned in my later years, some of our greatest teachers in life aren't chosen, they "somehow" choose us. "The Game is the Teacher" CJ Wiley
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=kPAsaF2T54U
Did anyone hear that?
Nobody else appreciates my humor, but me. :grin: I was trying to say I agree with his post in a roundabout way. It seems like the only threads that get a ton of views are the ones that turn into train wrecks...with the usual suspects at hand. It's a lunar thing.
Best,
Mike
I was only messing with CJ about the needle. Did I say something wrong?
Many Regards,
Lock N Load.
Speaking of pj, I miss him, I hope he's trying the TOI System
I actually enjoy being "needled," as long as it's all "in fun". Speaking of pj, I miss him, I hope he's trying the TOI System (to increase his "margin of error) and planning on taking revenge on some of us. Now that would make a good "Twilight Zone" episode.
I actually enjoy being "needled," as long as it's all "in fun". Speaking of pj, I miss him, I hope he's trying the TOI System (to increase his "margin of error) and planning on taking revenge on some of us. Now that would make a good "Twilight Zone" episode.
LOL, LNL! Just playin' around. See what I mean about how humor can get twisted around on the forums?
Have a good night, bud! 
Best,
Mike
I actually enjoy being "needled," as long as it's all "in fun". Speaking of pj, I miss him, I hope he's trying the TOI System (to increase his "margin of error) and planning on taking revenge on some of us. Now that would make a good "Twilight Zone" episode.
Hello Mr. CJ,
I was talking about you. Not anyone else. You are my friend is why I like to mess with you some time. I like what you do for all the pool players on AZB and Facebook. And the whole pool world for the matter.
Many Regards,
Lock N Load.
I've seen Omaha John play for days on a bar table without making a single mistake.
Lock N Load, thanks buddy, check this out - "Omaha John," one of my teenage "road mentors" is back playing again, just for fun, but the passion is returning. He was the player that first taught me about "floating the cue ball" (the effect of TOI) and how effective it was for creating pin point position.
John was one of the all time great bar table players and winner of the 'World Series of Tavern Pool' - he was also road partners with the infamous "Surfer Rod" Curry, the "Master" of the Big Cue Ball.
This "dynamic duo" was notorious for winning "the cash" on the bar table playing all kinds of bizarre games. Surfer Rod could beat a top league player with a broom stick as a cue, and I've seen Omaha John play for days on a bar table without making a single mistake.
Lock N Load, thanks buddy, check this out - "Omaha John," one of my teenage "road mentors" is back playing again, just for fun, but the passion is returning. He was the player that first taught me about "floating the cue ball" (the effect of TOI) and how effective it was for creating pin point position.
John was one of the all time great bar table players and winner of the 'World Series of Tavern Pool' - he was also road partners with the infamous "Surfer Rod" Curry, the "Master" of the Big Cue Ball.
This "dynamic duo" was notorious for winning "the cash" on the bar table playing all kinds of bizarre games. Surfer Rod could beat a top league player with a broom stick as a cue, and I've seen Omaha John play for days on a bar table without making a single mistake.