OMGWTF -- you too can be a media star!

9BallPaul

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Here's the secret formula for an OMGWTF column:

Determined pool-playing chic heads to tournament. Does so-so in tournament, but meets and incredibly boorish a-hole, obviously a guy, who torments her ruthlessly. Chic bows out of tournament, but stews forever about the boorish a-hole. Writes a juvenile column about it and -- this is where it gets amazing -- is paid for this effort!

Is it just me, or did this formula wear out in, oh, column #2?
 
Here's the secret formula for an OMGWTF column:

Determined pool-playing chic heads to tournament. Does so-so in tournament, but meets and incredibly boorish a-hole, obviously a guy, who torments her ruthlessly. Chic bows out of tournament, but stews forever about the boorish a-hole. Writes a juvenile column about it and -- this is where it gets amazing -- is paid for this effort!

Is it just me, or did this formula wear out in, oh, column #2?

If she gets paid for it good for her, She has a following and had put in hundreds and hundreds of 'free hours' so she deserves it.. I didnt see any column but turning out 100% gems in the comedic writing arena is nearly impossible.
 
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Here's the secret formula for an OMGWTF column:

Determined pool-playing chic heads to tournament. Does so-so in tournament, but meets and incredibly boorish a-hole, obviously a guy, who torments her ruthlessly. Chic bows out of tournament, but stews forever about the boorish a-hole. Writes a juvenile column about it and -- this is where it gets amazing -- is paid for this effort!

Is it just me, or did this formula wear out in, oh, column #2?

Envy is a terrible thing - oh, and this will go well.....just like the other times. :speechless:
 
Here's the secret formula for an OMGWTF column:

Determined pool-playing chic heads to tournament. Does so-so in tournament, but meets and incredibly boorish a-hole, obviously a guy, who torments her ruthlessly. Chic bows out of tournament, but stews forever about the boorish a-hole. Writes a juvenile column about it and -- this is where it gets amazing -- is paid for this effort!

Is it just me, or did this formula wear out in, oh, column #2?

http://forums.azbilliards.com/showthread.php?p=3859071#post3859071

Please see post 590 and report yourself to Wilson. Please man up and keep your promise. Oh, as you starting this thread proves, you can't.

Thanks

Kevin
 
Love it, I don't know anyone or what the huge deal is about a new article but for someone to remember that is golden!

The reason I remembered is I absolutely knew there was zero chance he could keep that promise when he made it.

Why? The 11th Commandment:

Haters gotta hate man.

Thanks

Kevin
 
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Keep it coming, pals

Don't care if you agree with me or not. Those who think this chic can write are welcome to pursue children's literature for all it's worth.

Yes, there's a reason I spelled it "chic" and not "chick." A few will understand. And oh, thanks for the red, posters. Keep it coming.

Point is, we've got dozens of posters on this forum who write with more intelligence, maturity and knowledge than this one.
 
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Don't care if you agree with me or not. Those who think this chic can write are welcome to pursue children's literature for all it's worth.

Yes, there's a reason I spelled it "chic" and not "chick." A few will understand. And oh, thanks for the red, posters. Keep it coming.

Can you refer us to some of your work please?
 
Can you refer us to some of your work please?

I'll stick up for 9BP on this.....I try to be fair.

He has written and wrote a real good published article on a pool hall....it closing or something.

It was linked here a while back.

Edit, here it is:

http://www.math.washington.edu/~lind/Web/211.html

http://forums.azbilliards.com/showthread.php?p=3010505&highlight=article#post3010505

SEATTLE POST-INTELLIGENCER

Poolroom scratched

Classic 211 Club succumbs to the march of progress in trendy Belltown

Monday, December 25, 2000

By P. HUTCHINSON
SPECIAL TO THE POST-INTELLIGENCER

It's a violation of poolroom etiquette to go sentimental on anything, so regulars at the 211 Club just tightened their jaws yesterday and said, "See ya."

Then they went sappy anyway.

"I loved this place for so long," said a snooker player who goes by "Phred the Cook." "I don't know what I'll do with myself now that it's gone. I'm still in denial."

Last rites for the city's classiest poolroom concluded by late afternoon, Christmas Eve, when players unscrewed their cues, said their good-byes, then shuffled down the stairs and out to the streets of busy Belltown, where the new has overtaken the old.

R.I.P., 211.

Within a few months, the room will be reborn as yet another manifestation of Seattle's dizzying high-tech revolution. Some call it progress.

"I hate to see it get pushed out," said John Selivanoff, a Seattle native. "It's my favorite place to be."

For a few hours yesterday, the 211 Club jumped, as it had so many days in its storied past. Players, cue cases slung over shoulders, dropped by to pay their favorite joint a proper farewell. With every table in action, they huddled in threes and fours, laughing and smoking and shaking their heads.

"What a shame," said a guy named "Coach," a longshoreman with a passion for snooker. "Best place in town. Best players, too."

Players like Dan Louie, Seattle's finest. Or the incomparable Efran Reyes, whenever he passes through town. Or, in the old days, Harry Platis, lover of fast action and high stakes. Or the guy they call "Too Tall."

"Don't know why they call me that," Too Tall likes to say. "I'm only 5-17."

With the regulars gone and the party over, owner John Teerink dimmed the lights and locked the door on 104 years of Seattle billiards lore.

There was a day when every town had a room like this, where the smell is smoky and slightly boozy, the furnishings comfy but slightly seedy, the air tinged with excitement but slightly scary. And once you got to know it, and the people who hung there, it felt like home.

One by one, in town after town, these rooms have succumbed to the march. The 211 was among the last of its kind in the West.

Teerink might have saved his club had he been willing to compromise. Newer, corporate-run pool halls pump high-decibel music and feature banks of TVs and video games, and a large dose of ersatz nostalgia. No surprise they're packed with patrons, even if their equipment is cheesy and seldom maintained.

But Teerink wouldn't bend to the times. He insisted that his room be a temple, an authentic expression of how a poolroom used to be. And how it should be, by God, today.

In his joint, every table must roll true, every rail bounce straight. Tables must be covered in Simonis wool-blend cloth, imported from Belgium at triple the cost. House cues must be inspected regularly, tips replaced, shafts smoothed. Triangle chalk, of course, and the very best balls.

As Teerink sees it, the defining quality of a poolroom is its cast of characters. In that regard, the 211 was rich beyond measure.

There was Gary Shelley, "a space case," as Teerink remembered him, "who would come in and drink coffee, always quiet, but this became his home. He was an oddball who fit right in." After he died, the club honored him with a table bearing his name.

Then there was "Slow Ball Harry."

"He was old when I got here and he survived another 20 years after that," Teerink said. "He was a Seattle guy who'd won a city championship back in the '30s. He finally got so he couldn't play anymore, so he'd sit on the rail and watch. He'd show his appreciation for a good shot by tapping a cue on the floor."

The pair were among the many pensioners who occupied nearby hotels, but found their home at the 211. They'd play cards or ride the rail, watching the players. Railbirds, they were called.

"They're all dead now," Teerink said. "Literally, some of them came in here to die. And they did."

The 211 joins such long-gone Seattle poolrooms as Brown & Hulens, Pope & Sibley's, Greenland's Recreation and Les Brainard's, all downtown fixtures in the early part of last century. The club emerged from a joint called Gilroy & Nefziger's, at 211 Union St.

Teerink, a top-flight, three-cushion billiards player (high run: 17), discovered the 211 Club in the early 1960s, and 10 years later bought shares in the corporation that owned it.

"I just fell in love, that's all there is to it," he recalled, Share by share, he acquired full ownership. "In all the years I've been here, I've only seen one fight."

To understand Teerink's affection for the place, consider the jam he faced 14 years ago. He'd lost his lease at the old location, a couple blocks away, but all he could find was a two-story walkup with leaky ceilings and sagging floors. Not the ideal setup for two-dozen tables of a ton or two each.

"We did all the work ourselves," he recalls. "The wiring, the plumbing, the painting, all of it."

That was the easy part.

To finance the move required $68,000 cash, up front, and a masterful stroke of domestic finesse. Teerink had to convince his wife, Betty, to sell their two-story Colonial home in Silver Lake, where they'd lived, quite comfortably, for many years.

"She doesn't even like pool," Teerink said. "Actually, she hates it."

Realizing her husband's pool jones was incurable, Betty Teerink agreed to sell the house to keep the 211 alive. Then came the tough sell: Would she care to live in the back of a poolroom?

So that's where they've been for the past 14 years: John with his love for the game, living just where he wants, and Betty with her love for John, willing to live behind a Belltown pool hall if that's what it takes.

The Teerinks will go south for the winter, then make some decisions. The club's equipment has been sold, piece by piece, mostly to regulars.

"Everybody says I can buy the stuff back if I ever open up again," Teerink says, with a hint that it just could happen. "That's pretty special that my customers would feel that way. Kind of gives you a lump . . ."

Late yesterday, he wasn't the only one with a lump, poolroom etiquette be damned.

© 1998-2000 Seattle Post-Intelligencer
 
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Seems to me that Paul is sweet on OMGWTF. He certainly obsesses over her, and her work.

Sheesh
 
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Originally Posted by Nostroke View Post
Can you refer us to some of your work please?
I'll stick up for 9BP on this.....I try to be fair.

He has written and wrote a real good published article on a pool hall....it closing or something.

It was linked here a while back.

Thanks for the defense, pal.

Again, infantile navel-gazing is attacked mercilessly on this forum. Yet this so-called pool author gets applauded for it. Good on her, I guess.
 
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Originally Posted by Nostroke View Post
Can you refer us to some of your work please?
I'll stick up for 9BP on this.....I try to be fair.

He has written and wrote a real good published article on a pool hall....it closing or something.

It was linked here a while back.

Thanks for the defense, pal.

Again, infantile navel-gazing is attacked mercilessly on this forum. Yet this so-called pool author gets applauded for it. Good on her, I guess.

No i seriously want to see it. I assumed as a harsh critic specifically of her 'writing' -someone who certainly has some level of proficiency, you had some background in it. Not many AZ'rs would even think to be a critic of someone's writing itself . I just want to see how much better you are as i am interested in that field and have dabbed a little . Nothing of her writing style screams 'cant write' to me. Maybe i will learn why you think so and perhaps educate myself on what is 'good writing'....'bad writing'. You dont have a ink?
 
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No i seriously want to see it. I assumed as a harsh critic specifically of her 'writing' -someone who certainly has some level of proficiency, you had some background in it. Not many AZ'rs would even think to be a critic of someone's writing itself . I just want to see how much better you are as i am interested in that field and have dabbed a little . Nothing of her writing style screams 'cant write' to me. Maybe i will learn why you think so and perhaps educate myself on what is 'good writing'....'bad writing'. You dont have a ink?

You may have missed post #15?
 
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