Which reminds me of the opposite which I wrote about in Billiards Digest in 1995:Not only new cloth, but the TV table @ the US Open, had a bank of lights that threw off a lot of heat on the table, drying out the cloth, and making it even faster.
Friction: Friend And Foe by BOB JEWETT
JULY, 1980. MIKE Sigel and Ronnie Allen. One pocket.
It was the sort of after-hours match everyone at the San Francisco Open had been hoping to see. Or at least everyone interested in clever tactics, precision safety play and a change from the smash-'em-shoot-by-the-numbers 9-ball tournament. It was a night made memorable by two pool legends, head to head in a tough, expensive contest of wit and moves and traps.
About two hours into the match, a third participant arrived: the fog. San Francisco Bay relieves hot, summer days by generating cool fog at night. The damp descended on the table, destroyed stroke, and especially aggravated Allen, who lamented, "It's tough. You know what the ball's supposed to do but it just won't do it."
JULY, 1980. MIKE Sigel and Ronnie Allen. One pocket.
It was the sort of after-hours match everyone at the San Francisco Open had been hoping to see. Or at least everyone interested in clever tactics, precision safety play and a change from the smash-'em-shoot-by-the-numbers 9-ball tournament. It was a night made memorable by two pool legends, head to head in a tough, expensive contest of wit and moves and traps.
About two hours into the match, a third participant arrived: the fog. San Francisco Bay relieves hot, summer days by generating cool fog at night. The damp descended on the table, destroyed stroke, and especially aggravated Allen, who lamented, "It's tough. You know what the ball's supposed to do but it just won't do it."
Neither of them could draw the ball.