magic in the air
We have all had those days or nights with magic in the air. Ratty nine footer with bucket pockets I won something over 120 games of eight ball in a row playing challengers. No scratches, no eight balls on the break, no accidentally pocketing the eight ball.
When a world class player like we are talking about has a day or night when magic is in the air they do the impossible. World class to begin with and a time when the eyes are a little sharper, the mind is a little sharper, the nerves and muscles are working perfectly, we are fortunate if we are just able to witness those times. I do envy you all of the great matches you have seen from great seating!
A funny story. I took a guy on the road because I saw him dead cold after working on diesels all day run out a rack of eight ball on a bar table after the other pair broke dry, then he broke and ran seven racks. I shot twice in the next 45 minutes or so and had thirteen beers in front of me when the other two guys quit, we were only playing for a beer each!
As we walked to my truck I told Bobby we were crazy doing brutally hard work dirt cheap, lets take a little ride. The funny part of the story that I have told a handful of times on here, Bobby never strung more than a few racks of any kind together after that and it turned out that I was the one that did all of the heavy lifting! I knew I was the brains that had to get us in reasonable action but I thought I would be slightly the weaker partner when it came to doing the lifting. Must have just been a magic afternoon for Bobby. We were both really thirsty and the beer was ice cold, maybe that was the incentive he needed.
I didn't grudge sharing with Bobby though. A partner on the road is always more comfortable than being alone. With a friend behind my back it was easier to bend over and let my stroke out with unhappy people around me. Too vulnerable down on a shot.
Hu
We have all had those days or nights with magic in the air. Ratty nine footer with bucket pockets I won something over 120 games of eight ball in a row playing challengers. No scratches, no eight balls on the break, no accidentally pocketing the eight ball.
When a world class player like we are talking about has a day or night when magic is in the air they do the impossible. World class to begin with and a time when the eyes are a little sharper, the mind is a little sharper, the nerves and muscles are working perfectly, we are fortunate if we are just able to witness those times. I do envy you all of the great matches you have seen from great seating!
A funny story. I took a guy on the road because I saw him dead cold after working on diesels all day run out a rack of eight ball on a bar table after the other pair broke dry, then he broke and ran seven racks. I shot twice in the next 45 minutes or so and had thirteen beers in front of me when the other two guys quit, we were only playing for a beer each!
As we walked to my truck I told Bobby we were crazy doing brutally hard work dirt cheap, lets take a little ride. The funny part of the story that I have told a handful of times on here, Bobby never strung more than a few racks of any kind together after that and it turned out that I was the one that did all of the heavy lifting! I knew I was the brains that had to get us in reasonable action but I thought I would be slightly the weaker partner when it came to doing the lifting. Must have just been a magic afternoon for Bobby. We were both really thirsty and the beer was ice cold, maybe that was the incentive he needed.
I didn't grudge sharing with Bobby though. A partner on the road is always more comfortable than being alone. With a friend behind my back it was easier to bend over and let my stroke out with unhappy people around me. Too vulnerable down on a shot.
Hu
