Easier to hide your speed w the big rock.
Have you ever known any players who played really good with the heavy (mud) cue ball, that you see on so many Valley coin op tables?
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A decent shortstop is liable to beat anybody on home turf especially if they catch a gear.
Years, many years, ago I made a US Open winner acknowledge that on here. Been decades, he hasn't forgotten yet!(grin)
I raced dirt track and got into a lot of mischief with a man. We were working like dogs one day and stopped on the way home for a beer. Two guys wanted to play partners for a beer before we got started. One of them broke dry after winning the flip. Bobby ran that rack and seven more on his break! I grabbed him as we went out the door. "We have to talk!" I took care of a little business the next day and hit the road for two weeks the following day.
Another time I went and drug him out of an old dive in the piney woods. He had been playing for three days straight, won over five hundred at three dollars a game! Then an old man that had been watching plucked him like a chicken! He was down to a hundred and a half when I grabbed him and hauled him home. He hardly knew where he was at and had a wife with two small children hungry at home. He was a wild and crazy guy. Could play pool, couldn't manage money or life!
Hu
Sounds like a bunch of the players I knew.
Here's a bizarre thought:
The big ball actually cuts thinner than a regular pool ball. Common knowledge but the epiphany was a stunner.
Razor thin cuts were possible. Shots that looked impossible.Here's a bizarre thought:
The big ball actually cuts thinner than a regular pool ball. Common knowledge but the epiphany was a stunner.
Here's a bizarre thought:
The big ball actually cuts thinner than a regular pool ball. Common knowledge but the epiphany was a stunner.
any thoughts on why?
middleofnowhere
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I forgot to mention Joe Salazar. He was an out of site bar table player.
And about tables, the cloth. In many cases it didn't even resemble pool table cloth.
And about tables, the cloth. In many cases it didn't even resemble pool table cloth.
it's been so long since I've played with a big cue ball that I couldn't remember how the cut shots were different- thanks for reminding me!Here's a bizarre thought:
The big ball actually cuts thinner than a regular pool ball. Common knowledge but the epiphany was a stunner.
CajunPopeye
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I've started messing up trying to draw, lately. When I first started trying, I couldn't draw well either. I've started "scooping" the cb. Then next time, I might draw half the table. Then another jump. I do keep my cue chalked so it's not that. Just not as consistent as I know I could be.
Been awhile since I have talked about the hippy. Late sixties, early seventies, never saw a time when he wasn't stoned, major stoned. He somehow had an attractive wife and two children. I think a wife that was a friend of mine and his wife were friends, we ran with the same crowd pretty often.
I have long forgotten his name. Didn't know it well at the time. I remember he was from New York. Blond and skinny enough to slide through a keyhole! The main reason I remember him is that he could cut a pool ball. He could cut like a god! When I needed to beat him I would toss in some easy banks and he couldn't beat me. However, I had decided I would be a major beast on the table myself if I could hang with him cutting along with my other play. The games were cheap, beer, that ungodly Boone's Farm wine, or a few dollars, but they were fiercely fought! After awhile entire pool rooms would shut down to watch us play.
The hippie didn't have a nerve in his body and would try any cut shot, making most of them. We started drawing big enough crowds it struck me we should be getting something out of it ourselves, appearance fees. Never did but we held a crowd in a place many a night. Big table or small, he could cut balls end to end as often as not. He would try any cut.
We played for a year or two then one day without any warning to his wife he went back to New York. Might have forgotten he had a family. All I remember about him is that he was about six-six and under a hundred pounds. Over fifty years later I have never seen anyone live or on video that cut better. I never decided if he cut so well because of vision or feel. Five or ten years later his wife was a customer of mine, had moved on to the straight life. Neither of us acknowledged we knew the other.
A strange bit of life that lasted a year or two. Never saw him again after he went back to New York, or maybe I did. There was a guy from New York that looked like him on a crew I worked on years later.
Four of them came down from New York to Baton Rouge LA. Got there at night, rented a house, the cheapest in the newspaper. Went to work before daylight the next day. Got home to find they had rented in the ghetto, the roughest part of the ghetto! They were all pot heads so rolled joints to take to work every morning. Had to burn a few too I suspect. One morning he forgot the bag of pot on the kitchen table. No curtains so it was gone that evening. He grabbed a crack barrel shotgun and walked up and down the block for about an hour waving it around and demanding his pot back. Nobody messed with the crazy white boys from New York after that!
Might have been the same guy I played pool with, might not have been. Different compartments of my life years apart.
Hu
I have long forgotten his name. Didn't know it well at the time. I remember he was from New York. Blond and skinny enough to slide through a keyhole! The main reason I remember him is that he could cut a pool ball. He could cut like a god! When I needed to beat him I would toss in some easy banks and he couldn't beat me. However, I had decided I would be a major beast on the table myself if I could hang with him cutting along with my other play. The games were cheap, beer, that ungodly Boone's Farm wine, or a few dollars, but they were fiercely fought! After awhile entire pool rooms would shut down to watch us play.
The hippie didn't have a nerve in his body and would try any cut shot, making most of them. We started drawing big enough crowds it struck me we should be getting something out of it ourselves, appearance fees. Never did but we held a crowd in a place many a night. Big table or small, he could cut balls end to end as often as not. He would try any cut.
We played for a year or two then one day without any warning to his wife he went back to New York. Might have forgotten he had a family. All I remember about him is that he was about six-six and under a hundred pounds. Over fifty years later I have never seen anyone live or on video that cut better. I never decided if he cut so well because of vision or feel. Five or ten years later his wife was a customer of mine, had moved on to the straight life. Neither of us acknowledged we knew the other.
A strange bit of life that lasted a year or two. Never saw him again after he went back to New York, or maybe I did. There was a guy from New York that looked like him on a crew I worked on years later.
Four of them came down from New York to Baton Rouge LA. Got there at night, rented a house, the cheapest in the newspaper. Went to work before daylight the next day. Got home to find they had rented in the ghetto, the roughest part of the ghetto! They were all pot heads so rolled joints to take to work every morning. Had to burn a few too I suspect. One morning he forgot the bag of pot on the kitchen table. No curtains so it was gone that evening. He grabbed a crack barrel shotgun and walked up and down the block for about an hour waving it around and demanding his pot back. Nobody messed with the crazy white boys from New York after that!
Might have been the same guy I played pool with, might not have been. Different compartments of my life years apart.
Hu
Trip story, not mine. Two guys were on the road and stopped in a pool hall. One talked to the counterman while the other hung his elbows on the rail and watched the room.
After a few minutes the one watching the room grabbed the other one's arm. "Let's get the hell out of here before somebody thinks we are pool players!" The game was one pocket, unusual at the time, and in that few minutes he had seen three break and runs on three different tables.
Hu
R. Givens' The Eight Ball Bible places much emphasis on the nuances of playing with the heavier cue ball of coin-op bar tables.
It tends to build oomph in your stroke.
You lost me on the equator!!The equators are at different heights and never make contact. Now that I'm thinking about it, I confused myself.
I'm in the southern hemisphere now!! Wtf??
