Yes to the LD, I fookin hated them at first until a buddy of mine who had played with them for a long time explained why I was having issues with them, and how to use them in a better way. I gave them another go and the lightbulb came on in my head. :thumbup:
Here is the build up to the 10-6 story.
Cliff Joyner and Tony Chohan came to Alaska in 2008. While they could have just decided to take a vacation there, smart money was betting that they were brought in to snap off one guy who owned some car lots and who was known to be an asshole at times.
Literally their first night in Alaska, at the biggest pool hall in town at the time, one of the locals stood up and said, "Thats Cliff Joyner! He is number 3 in the world at one pocket, dont play him for money." or something of the like. Their trip was pretty much ruined from a money aspect at that point.
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So Cliff and Tony started coming over to a buddy of mines place, Action Billiards. Over the course of the next week or however long they were there, Cliff was giving up one pocket spots like 10-5 and 12-3 etc to some of the better players in town and of course still collecting the dough. World class versus State class is a mismatch with damn near any spot. Tony was taking the 9 ball action and leaving Cliff the one pocket players. I played Cliff some 9 ball to see if I could pick up on any routes etc I normally didnt shoot or know, but had no interest in getting horsefooked at one hole. Watching him slaughter everyone else was enough for me.
All the while, my buddy (the guy in the video, who I gave spots to from time to time playing 9 ball to keep the action going) was hanging out with Cliff and Tony. Like glued at the hip. Cliff sold him some instructional videos he had made, and showed him some shots. Of course that means you can beat anyone after watching a video and learning a few fancy shots that rarely come up. My buddy saw that I would only play them 9 ball, and took that to mean I
couldn't play one pocket.
After the pool action dried up for the guys, they hit the card games around town etc before leaving. After they left, my buddy started trying to get me to play him one pocket with him. I kindly explained to him that his newly found knowledge of the game surely surpassed mine (after all, I only grew up in Kentucky and got to watch guys like Nick Varner play since I was a kid), and that a spot would be needed to make a fair game. I was only expecting a ball, maybe 2.
10-6, you got 10-6 motherfugger. were the next words out of his mouth.
