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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Check your toilet flushing. And check back. I think it spins one way in one hemisphere and the other way in the other. Unless this is false.You lost me on the equator!!
I'm in the southern hemisphere now!! Wtf??
ahmma go with Jay Helfert just to be safe. The heaviness gets the OB going further at lower speeds than and equal weight ball.
I have to agree on both counts my friend.
Never had a problem drawing the big CB long distances, you just have to know if you're in a fun room or a gambling room.
You start drawing the big rock around in a "fun" bar and they think you're a world champ, you do that in a gambling room and the only people wanting to play are champs. Lol
You start drawing the big rock around in a "fun" bar and they think you're a world champ, you do that in a gambling room and the only people wanting to play are champs. Lol
A place that won't bet if you can draw? The obvious thermal is don't win or else.
if you are a stranger and look like you can play well you wont get action. you are not a gambler so wouldn't understand how to make yourself playable to the gamblers. not the best player in town.
i played the best player in the world and never drew my ball for two full days of playing and broke him twice for big scores.
i played the best player in the world and never drew my ball for two full days of playing and broke him twice for big scores.
A place that won't bet if you can draw? The obvious thermal is don't win or else.
Not so much in the pool halls in the area I was in but if you showed you could draw effectively in a pub or bar you were considered a "player!" In the pool halls you weren't going to play other bangers or cowboys, you were announcing you were pretty serious there too and would be lumped in with the action guys! The owners would protect their recreational and semi-recreational players from you until they had seen you play enough to rate you.
The equipment we played on made it hard enough to draw that being able to draw with control was a sign of a lot of hours on a pool table. I would agree to that. Hadn't thought about it until mentioned by someone else but most owners at least gave a bolt or two of cheap green cloth from the local millery store a try. Poor performance and short life meant most didn't stay with these experiments long but what would be decent cloth on a dining table was sometimes encountered and my Sears and Roebuck table I bought used when I was fifteen was covered in plain green cloth. Garbage! Of course I paid $125 for a four by eight table. I paid twice that for the balls and was ready to go!
Hu
Ok. I'm a brute force kinda non player - which is how I _would_ steal. lol. Moving along, I'm still curious about your conquests. It's historical.
My conquests were almost historical, they were hysterical. Close but no cigar!
One of the funnier, I dropped a man doing some work for me at a bar where he wanted to stop. I went in with him and bought him a beer and me a soda water. It was cool inside and a hot day outside so I stuck some money in a bar table. Me and Joe played awhile then this other guy, Bill I think, challenged. We played a few games with him too, first balls I had hit in several years. Mid game of about our third game Bill looked at me, "He is a pool player!" Sounded like he was calling me a child molester! I had to leave to avoid a fight just playing for the table.
Hu
I've had friends chased down the free way. I was like, "This shit really happens?" 
multiple times i called the cops and said there is a fight at the bar. then when they came in i walked out with the cash.
once i had to dive(squeeze) out the tiny bathroom window and landed in the garbage bin. but left with the cash.
i would by drinks for the biggest bad guy at the bar. then when or if an issue arose he would kindly say "hey he is with me".
i would sometimes go into the worst action places with this friend who was fairly tall and not well built but was a street fighter and pool player.
he didnt look imposing at all. but did get everyones attention when he picked up a guy causing us trouble that was his size and threw him right threw the window on the fly. didnt go back after that. im no fool.
left a stick on the table and flew the coop, while he was racking for my break.
all in a days work.
once i had to dive(squeeze) out the tiny bathroom window and landed in the garbage bin. but left with the cash.
i would by drinks for the biggest bad guy at the bar. then when or if an issue arose he would kindly say "hey he is with me".
i would sometimes go into the worst action places with this friend who was fairly tall and not well built but was a street fighter and pool player.
he didnt look imposing at all. but did get everyones attention when he picked up a guy causing us trouble that was his size and threw him right threw the window on the fly. didnt go back after that. im no fool.
left a stick on the table and flew the coop, while he was racking for my break.
all in a days work.
I've had friends chased down the free way. I was like, "This shit really happens?"
I was coming from New Orleans way on the expressway in Baton Rouge. A carload of men in hot pursuit as they say in the movies. I don't recall why they were so pissed but they were trying to run me off the road so we weren't playing at over seventy miles an hour.
I wanted some room in the curves and I didn't want them to see where I got off the sled so I put the pedal to the metal about government street. Another mile or so to the big S curves by the governor's mansion.
They were in a faster car than the family car with a 289 I was driving. A 64 or 65 Fairlane, all in and a bit more it topped out at 115MPH. They would have spun me at 115 if they could have caught me but when I got to the S curve I didn't lift. The car cocked sideways and took a bite, with a bit of drift! I usually restricted myself to a little over seventy through there.
I would have bet against the Fairlane making it through there at 115MPH but it did it with that bit of tire squeal that says you are on the ragged edge of adhesion but still good.
I don't know how interesting things are today but back then it was interesting enough that I hid my vehicle, backed it in facing the highway, or both!
Hu
Lol at racing bombs.
Lol at racing bombs.
It wasn't planned!
This is off topic but my neighbor on the bayou was the coach and bus driver for a 1/2A basketball team in Pointe Coupee Parish LA. They drove a hundred and twenty miles or so to the division championship and got mugged on all counts!
They had invisible fouls called on them all night, the other team could mug them because the officials were from a few miles up the road. It was a hard fought game in every respect but in the end my neighbor and his team fell just short when they should have won fairly easily.
The school was so small that both teams changed out in the same locker room. When the game was over the Pointe Coupee boys wedged a book under the push plates in the doors and did a little evening up!
Everybody jumped in the bus and hauled ass for Pointe Coupee, relatively speaking. That old bus wouldn't have been mistaken for a hot rod on it's best day, long behind it! When the fathers of the other team realized their sons were toting an ass whipping six men jumped in a car and gave chase.
They finally forced the bus over after sixty miles, at Baton Rouge, the same S curves mentioned earlier. Six men piled out of the car! AJ got out of the bus. AJ was only about five-two. Thing is, lay him on his side and he was still about five-two.
The men hadn't considered AJ. They climbed back in their car without saying a mumbling word after coming sixty miles!
Hu