When I was 18 I was a cook at a Sambo's restaurant in central Florida. If you remember Sambo's, then you are at least my age, let's just say it was many years ago. After work one day I caught the "new guy" Jim, in the parking lot and asked if he would like to join me for a beer and a game or two of pool. He called his wife and off we went.
I never knew Jim's last name, he was about 50, a pretty fair short order cook, He had tattoos down both arms and was pretty quiet. He just seemed like a nice enough guy. I ordered a beer, Jim said he no longer drank but he liked pool.
My family had a pool table in our garage, so I was experienced at play, not good, but I had an understanding for the game. The second or third rack, with a bit of luck I broke and ran the table. I was cocky about it, telling Jim to "Rack 'em!".
Jim smiled as he put in the quarters, placed the rack on the table and began racking. Every once in a while he would look up and say, "click click". After about the third time I asked what he was doing. He replied, "Oh, just tightening up a few clicks".
I broke and didn't shoot for the next 4 racks. JIm would break and (what seemed like) effortlessly float around the table firing in balls like it was nothing. I watched him control that cue ball like I had never seen it done. Probably the best player I ever personally knew. Needless to say, my cockiness disappeared. Turned out Jim was a gambler out of Texas who hadn't had a "real" job in over 12 years. He was only cooking with me because he planned on keeping his new wife. I couldn't blame him for that! She was much younger than he and a real looker too. Over the next year he taught me a lot of stuff, a lot of it was the psychological part of winning. Jim was really good at reading people. He said he quit drinking because when he shot pool he had also developed a drinking problem spending so much time around booze. It caused the breakup with his first wife and he wasn't going to make the same mistake again.
I often use the phrase "Time to tighten up a few clicks" when I'm falling behind my opponent or just not quite hitting at my level.
Jim moved away before I could really get the most out of his experience. I think he was looking for "his place" in life and cooking at a restaurant near Walt Disney World wasn't it. I never heard from him again,
"Oh, I'm just tightening up a few clicks". I always liked that.