Maybe the play blew his stack realizing he was playing with a Ed Wheat Cue.
Is removing your glove a shark move?
- Thread starter HitHrdNDraw
- Start date
Maybe the play blew his stack realizing he was playing with a Ed Wheat Cue.
I'm a complete wreck. I was unaware that January 2001 was significant because I'm still trapped in Y2K waiting on 2000.
Since 1999, I've been a mess.
I’m just a little behind.
Quit accu-stats and report back.
how sensitive the pool world has become
From sharam so upset with Earl they forced him to apologize
To this
What’s next
From sharam so upset with Earl they forced him to apologize
To this
What’s next
I agree.. you can tell when someone is taking their glove off because of an issue with it or when they are taking it off out of disgust for their play. Lol
Honestly I don’t care what the other person does. Play slow or fast or take off your glove I couldn’t care less.
I was in the finals of a small tournament and I had to double dip someone to win. I won the first set. Hill hill the 2nd set he blows an easy run out and as I Bend over to shoot a long ball off the rail there he is right in my vision breaking down his cue. Instead of standing up and resetting I shot it anyway and missed. He ended up dogging the out again and crazy enough I had just about the same shot and he’s breaking down his cue again as I’m bending over lol this time I stood up cleared my head rifled it in and ran out. I blamed myself 100% for the first miss. I knew I took my eye and mind off the ball when I saw that and should have stood up and reset. I blamed myself not him. A friend said something to him afterwards about it and he got pissy and never came to another tournament but I wasn’t mad at him. He’s normally a good dude who lost control of his emotions in that match . It happens.
Oh, thats a good one!! Back when you could, anyway.
Make sure to get all the inlays dude!!
Wrong take. I bet Pennix just threw another interception and the old lady called to ask why the local tush hog just sent her a text message. Never bet on the Falcons.
I get a giggle out of all the denialability excuses for their lame shark attempts. Different Situations got different responses. If they were newbie and thought they were just improving their luck by removing an unlucky glove, I was gentle but firm. I would stop my part of the show and give them center stage for their performance. Then I would gently explain how they had distracted me by their "thoughtless" movement in front of my shot. If they were simply uh misguided but capable of reform that was the end of it. I could get back to my shot and refocus on my task at hand. If they were encouragable and incapable of reform.....I would take the escalation route. My escalator response served to initiate my personal fight or flight adrenaline level, guarantee my best play, win or lose.
My favorite elevation response ended with, "You whiney crying shark move quarter jingling M Fer .......when it's your turn you can whine and cry and dance around all you want. When it's My turn, you sit there and take it like a Man." Oh it had the spot light on us as the delivery was projected at top volume. My adrenalin was so elevated that the high took me through him and to a victory in my first 2 day tournament. So Thank you Lake City Red a quarter jingling mfer that's a long time gone now.
Every situation calls for a different response. The room owner on the hill in Tacoma would get his quarters from his antique cash register that had a bell when he opened the drawer. Almost a guaranteed bell when down on the money ball. He played for 20 a game (at least) so an aggressive response was not my chosen response. In that situation I just made 'wait for the bell' a part of my Preshot routine.
320 is better than just 20 if I hurt his feelings.
My favorite elevation response ended with, "You whiney crying shark move quarter jingling M Fer .......when it's your turn you can whine and cry and dance around all you want. When it's My turn, you sit there and take it like a Man." Oh it had the spot light on us as the delivery was projected at top volume. My adrenalin was so elevated that the high took me through him and to a victory in my first 2 day tournament. So Thank you Lake City Red a quarter jingling mfer that's a long time gone now.
Every situation calls for a different response. The room owner on the hill in Tacoma would get his quarters from his antique cash register that had a bell when he opened the drawer. Almost a guaranteed bell when down on the money ball. He played for 20 a game (at least) so an aggressive response was not my chosen response. In that situation I just made 'wait for the bell' a part of my Preshot routine.
320 is better than just 20 if I hurt his feelings. 
Depends on the hat/situation.
I don't totally understand what taking some ones ''hat away'' means.
Did you mean the opponent took their hat off and sat down after his turn at the table?
Keep in mind people take hats on/off/allot and w/o seeing understanding the exact ''take away Hat time'' I can't help yah.
I worked a 1000 player event, shirts had to have collars/etc.
Well the a/c system in the damp Midwest convention room worked Great, everyone started wearing sweatshirts and hooded ones, it was COLD.
Not seeing the collar, with a sweat top on, go annoying to ask em about the shirt/we ended that.
If I was in a pool room that was hot/humid and had poor a/c and I was sweatin'/shootin/missin' I'm gonna take my hat off when I sit.
Racetrack Rick gave me lessons in shark moves during my apprentice ship phase. It's all in the delivery and timing. The most subtle of movement or noise delivered properly could leave an opponent unawares of the shark. As a religious principle I declined to employ the methods he taught me. Well unless my opponent was a low life that tried to shark me with a weak assed shark. Don't sword fight with Zorro was another lesson.
I have encountered situations that had the players whole damn family delivering the shark and even the room owner in a team tournament in Pendleton Oregon. I did violate my credo in the final match of the Pendleton event. The owner had demonstrated that shark moves were a local custom and above reproach. So....as my opponent walked around the table to get on the game set and match 8 ball I shook my team mates hand. Off to the side and out of the way but the delivery was timed for just a peripheral glimpse. His shot missed the pocket by 4 inches. My team mate Stan released my hand and slapped me on the back, hard enough to knock me half way to the table. My cleaning the table won the 3 person team in the neighborhood of 300 each. They insisted that I take the trophy.
Don't sword fight with Zorro was another lesson.I have encountered situations that had the players whole damn family delivering the shark and even the room owner in a team tournament in Pendleton Oregon. I did violate my credo in the final match of the Pendleton event. The owner had demonstrated that shark moves were a local custom and above reproach. So....as my opponent walked around the table to get on the game set and match 8 ball I shook my team mates hand. Off to the side and out of the way but the delivery was timed for just a peripheral glimpse. His shot missed the pocket by 4 inches. My team mate Stan released my hand and slapped me on the back, hard enough to knock me half way to the table. My cleaning the table won the 3 person team in the neighborhood of 300 each. They insisted that I take the trophy.
Okay my favorite shark story....well one of a few. 
Upon my arrival to Tri Cities WA, I got to know the local shark move clown. His first performance for me in the Sunday 8 ball tournament was a hoot. When I was on a longish game ball he started packing his gear. I stood up and went back silently to sip my beer. He stopped so I returned to my shot. He took his coat from the back of his chair. I stopped while he put it on. Knowing the game I leisurely strolled for another sip of beer. My return to the table brought rearrangement of his empty chair at the table with his coat on and case slung over shoulder. My chuckle and enquiry if he was surrendering was met with a blank incredulous look and NO. Soooo being brand new to the location and expectations of hanging around a while I took my soft approach. I slowly walked back to my beer for another sip. Making him think I was nervous but realy just enjoying his performance. So now he has one hand on the door as I shoot the game ball. It was entertaining at the time. However it led to the "Sit in your chair and take it", confrontation further down the road.
Upon my arrival to Tri Cities WA, I got to know the local shark move clown. His first performance for me in the Sunday 8 ball tournament was a hoot. When I was on a longish game ball he started packing his gear. I stood up and went back silently to sip my beer. He stopped so I returned to my shot. He took his coat from the back of his chair. I stopped while he put it on. Knowing the game I leisurely strolled for another sip of beer.
My return to the table brought rearrangement of his empty chair at the table with his coat on and case slung over shoulder. My chuckle and enquiry if he was surrendering was met with a blank incredulous look and NO. Soooo being brand new to the location and expectations of hanging around a while I took my soft approach. I slowly walked back to my beer for another sip. Making him think I was nervous but realy just enjoying his performance. So now he has one hand on the door as I shoot the game ball. It was entertaining at the time. However it led to the "Sit in your chair and take it", confrontation further down the road.