For Larry aka bbb

Coming from you..........................PRICELESS!
Well, I would say that over the past 20 years I have had a decent influence in pool. As well my CTE videos have over 500,000 views. Last night I taught another player CTE - easily. I have a dedicated practice facility where people are getting better every day. I have several Facebook forums and one of them with 55,000+ members does an estimated 100k a day in transactions and is widely regarded as the best buy/sell/trade forum on FB.

And I don't HIDE on message boards and troll people anonymously like some of you.

So, yeah, I might be insignificant but no where nearly as miniscule as Lou nor a nameless nobody like you.
 
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There was a beautiful large mouthed bass happily swimming in his lake one day when he was startled by a brilliant, chrome plated lure. The lure glittered as the sun reflected the sparkling light through the clear water. Over and over, the sun's rays glimmered off the dimpled, twirling blade. In an instant, the magnificent bass darted after the spinner, his heart dancing with joy. Like a flash, he struck the lure with force and intensity. Such bliss! But something was wrong. There was no taste, no squirming fight to escape, just an odd, unknown feeling in the pit of his stomach, and the feeling began to hurt. Then there was real pain. He tried to release his catch, but couldn't. He spun, and dashed, and even broke the water to free himself, but there was no use, his efforts were all in vain. The pain grew, and then he felt the pressure of the line in his throat as it was slowly pulling him through the water. He fought the pulling with all of his might. With each new attempt to be free, the hooks in his stomach cut deeper into his soft and fragile tissue. He became weaker, and then too weak to fight. As he was pulled into the boat, the boy said, "Dad, unhook him so we can throw him back." His dad shook his head and said, "I'm sorry Son, he's gut-hooked. If I yank the hook out, he'll die. If I throw him back in, he'll die, but it will be a slow, agonizing death."

After a few moments of quiet reflection, the father said to his son, "Let's catch a few more. Mom can fry 'em up for supper tonight."
 
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There was a beautiful large mouthed bass happily swimming in his lake one day when he was startled by a brilliant, chrome plated lure. The lure glittered as the sun reflected the sparkling light through the clear water. Over and over, the sun's rays reflected off the dimpled, twirling blade. In an instant, the magnificent bass darted after the spinner, his heart dancing with joy. Like a flash, he struck the lure with force and intensity. Such bliss! But something was wrong. There was no taste, no squirming fight to escape, just an odd, unknown feeling in the pit of his stomach, and the feeling began to hurt. Then there was real pain. He tried to release his catch, but couldn't. He spun, and dashed, and even broke the water to free himself, but there was no use, his efforts were all in vain. The pain grew, and then he felt the pressure of the line in his throat as it was slowly pulling him through the water. He fought the pulling with all of his might. With each new attempt to be free, the hooks in his stomach cut deeper into his soft and fragile tissue. He became weaker, and then too weak to fight. As he was pulled into the boat, the boy said, "Dad, unhook him so we can throw him back." His dad shook his head and said, "I'm sorry Son, he's gut-hooked. If I yank the hook out, he'll die. If I throw him back in, he'll die, but it will be a slow, agonizing death."

After a few moments of quiet reflection, the father said to his son, "Let's catch a few more. Mom can fry 'em up for supper tonight."

Perfect.

Lou Figueroa
 
After a few moments of quiet reflection, the father said to his son, "Let's catch a few more. Mom can fry 'em up for supper tonight."
See this is what I’d do. If I had a sucker on the line I would keep taking his money. I wouldn’t sit back and be scared not to fish.
 
See this is what I’d do. If I had a sucker on the line I would keep taking his money. I wouldn’t sit back and be scared not to fish.

Have you ever seen one of those mounted fake bass fishes mounted on a plaque -- maybe the ones that talk or sing?

Now imagine that fish on a plaque in your house without a way to turn it off.


Lou Figueroa
'nuff said
 
Have you ever seen one of those mounted fake bass fishes mounted on a plaque -- maybe the ones that talk or sing?

Now imagine that fish on a plaque in your house without a way to turn it off.


Lou Figueroa
'nuff said
Oh, but there IS a way to turn it off. QUIT RESPONDING!!!
 
Oh, but there IS a way to turn it off. QUIT RESPONDING!!!

You must be new here and don't get it -- this has been going on for over 20 years and is up there with the Hatfields and McCoys -- not responding is not and option, lol.

Lou Figueroa
 
Have you ever seen one of those mounted fake bass fishes mounted on a plaque -- maybe the ones that talk or sing?

Now imagine that fish on a plaque in your house without a way to turn it off.


Lou Figueroa
'nuff said
Yea a good laugh on Az is worth more then 20 grand I guess to some people
 
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We all have them or at least should. Most of us actually play them.

All fish are not created equal.

Some you pull onboard and they make a mess, stink, and are bad eatin’ to boot.

Lou Figueroa
has his own good
honey holes
 
All fish are not created equal.

Some you pull onboard and they make a mess, stink, and are bad eatin’ to boot.

Lou Figueroa
has his own good
honey holes
Hope I never have to fish where you do. My spots so far are much cleaner then yours apparently
 
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