Me and a buddy used to shoot spot shots, for a buck a shot, on a 12' snooker table set up with tight golf pockets. Ahhh the slow days.
I miss slow days at pool halls. I made a couple hundred one time because the guys in the room had no idea why the end of a tape measure moves. :thumbup:
Yupperz. I can't tell you how many times, on slow days, we would bet who could run out the door first from the back wall. Or who could throw a rock the farthest in the field across the street ( a Mc Donald's now, for the last 35 years or so ). And it was also on slow days that I was introduced to all those pool games no one these days has ever even HEARD of ( cribbage, cowboy pool, pill pool, etc, etc... )!
Yeah... slow days in the room. Thanks for reminding me, Chuck.