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I ain’t there yet, but it’s bearing down. I do hope that’s the way of things to come. Cheers to you. I’m raising my glass!

Does this sentiment sound familiar?: I see no hope for the future of our people if they are dependent on frivolous youth of today, for certainly all youth are reckless beyond words... When I was young, we were taught to be discreet and respectful of elders, but the present youth are exceedingly...

I thought it was a “Native American” dream catcher. And frankly I’m offended that you think it could be anything other than that. Dream catchers are KEWL doggonit!

I’ll not hold my breath on the picture. Although, that was a crap ton of words to bloviate upon. Now this is something I can relate to. Good job outta you fer dat.

Had a “friend” back in the day who would get calls in the middle of the night where he would have to get up and blow for alchohol on video. Apparently people would have others do it for them behind cardboard cutouts or some nonsense, so he’d have to sit there, at like 2:39 in the morning after...

I don’t know what noise those things make if you get out of range or if they even make one, but I would wait until he’s about to draw back and start making a beeping noise.

Quite the ambiguous post. If you’re gonna spend multiple paragraphs describing a shot… take the time to create one diagram for our edification.

Oh, for goodness sake. Physical therapist?!? Rub some freakin’ dirt on it! Things don’t always need surgery. You’re getting older and just think you’ll feel it forever ‘cuz you don’t recover as quick as you used to when you were made of rubber. Icy Hot, Blue Star, Ben Gay. I have a bro in...

Yes sir! Not just in pool, but in life in general. I always tell myself, “Dagnabbit, I’m in my prime, get after it!” Just grin and bear it and do your best. Outwork the guy next to ya’ and when you get home soak in some epsom salts. Then when the mornin’ light comes streamin’ in, get up and...

That is cool as heck! I know a cube of chalk works fine, but I would rather have something with multiple points of contact when I remove a ball for a quick clean.

That slower hit is what, quarter speed? Yet the contact is still so instantaneous you are just looking at a cue ball spinning round itself.

I hear that. Went to Home Depot and tried to buy a faucet that was made in America. American Standard, eh? That should do quite nicely. Err, Uhhm, assembled in Mexico with Asian components. Whatever, let’s buy an American made shovel so I can dig myself an early grave. Ooops! None of...

That’s twice you’ve brought this up. The dude is a multiple hundred ball runner and you are insinuating that he was scared to play you on you D.C. trip. I know you follow through on everything. So… You know you never showed up.

Heck yes! 1993, 6th grade, first cd’s I ever got. Never followed through with the remainder. Can still remember how excited I was to get those; running to the mailbox every day after school. Anyone remember their 8 cd’s?: 1. Green Jelly “3 little pigs” album 2. King Missile “Detachable Penis”...

I’m with you Spartan, but definitely dig that Clapton jam. Written with Robbie Robertson. Rock of Ages is such a great album. Would choose “I Shall be Released,” or “When I Paint My Masterpiece,” but those were both Dylan tunes. Here’s one of my faves penned by Robertson:

So ya think they lose their passion for it? Dang, there’s days I daydream about spending my productive hours listening to balls clicking and pockets dropping. It’s not like a video game; you can’t beat pool. No matter how good I think I am there is something to improve on. Next time I say...

I think we all could benefit by seeing how you practice. Maybe you could make a video of the JustNum practice routine. I think it would be with its weight in gold.

I can see this for sure. Ever set up a back cut ball where you are trying to use some follow? You know it’s going to hold the tangent line a little longer, so you use a blocker ball to dial in where you start moving forward; maybe cheat the pocket a little bit. Same distance between the balls...

I got ya, Most Oderus One. Was referring to the lyrics of attached song: How inquisitive, I’m delighted You’ve inquired who the hell I am Allow me to elucidate Perhaps pontificate Upon the state of my most great and perfect plan… … Applause for me The most insidiously live spelled backwards...

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