So one aspect of custom cues that we have sort of glossed over is these cues are not only functional pieces of art but many of them have incredible histories/stories that take them to another level.
Case in point, I have a 73 Szamboti barbell cue that is in its own right a stunning player that has incredible feel and hit transmission. The shaft is also some of the finest maple and is in its own right an incredible example of shaft building.
But what takes this cue from masterpiece to legendary is its history. This cue was a custom order for a Rhode Island gambler whose name, I shit you not was Pawtucket Fat's.
Fats ran into two Colorado road players doing a East Coast swing and had been on the road playing for three months at that point. Fats proceeded to loose game after game to said Co. Hustlers and after being busted had to give up his cue as collateral on money he owed. The road players gave him two days to pay up and get his cue back but they never heard from him again and they had to move on.
The cue came back to Colorado where the road player kept it for a year before selling it to a local player
That local player used it for a couple of years and then put it in their safe where it remained until after their death where it was sold to me by their kids.
I love this cue, looks amazing, plays incredible but more than that it has a history that I'm now the keeper of and hopefully become part of.
This is what I enjoy about all my high-end cues that you not going to get in your new predator/becues/Mezz-a -mijiggy. These cues have no soul, maybe someday, but not now.
I've come to the conclusion that humans have the ability to embue objects with echoes of our feelings, emotions, maybe even pieces of our psyches. But when I use the Szamboti I can feel the history, same as my 72 Bushka and my 75 Joss West. These cues speak to me, they tell me when I'm shooting good or if I'm a fucking embarrassment and please stop using them and switch to a house cue.