We are becoming a socialist nation because of all the liberals pissing and moaning to get their way. The alternate break is a by product. A way to keep every one "equal", or to hinder the better player and give the lesser player a chance to win. Gotta be fair.
Makes me wanna puke....
wow... you gotta be particularly delusional to think that politics, democrats/liberals, or the progression of our culture has even one semblance of an iota to do with the alternate break rule in pool.
That is one of the most bat shit crazy things I've ever read in my life. Truly.
You honestly believe that the people who run the tournaments (I'm guessing most aren't liberal socialist millenials btw...) were convinced that alternate break is more "fair" than winner break? Do you really believe that pool players were getting their feelings hurt and felt like the world was against them, that they needed a safe space to be heard and when they talked with that really cool girl from that is taking a cultural anthropology class at the local community college just because she thought it was interesting and she wanted to get to know about things outside of her bubble she convinced them that there was a long line of male white power hungry knuckle-dragging fear mongering rapist, racist, homophobic reincarnations of Hitler himself, men who had lived their entire lives making sure that the master plan of holding down only certain individuals who are or may become professional players which was handed down to them by their father, and their father was handed down the plan by his father and so on and so forth for thousands of generations since the first white aryan man came into being that their weak personalities were easily convinced by this goddamn hippy that THIS... the alternate break in professional 9-ball tournaments... THIS was the issue to take a stand and fight for. Why should the man who just won have everything?? Why won't he extend his hand out to the less fortunate and give THEM the opportunity to win also? Why can we not live together in harmony and make sure everyone has a 100% perfectly equal opportunity to win in 9-ball tournaments, even though the lag for the break is a perfectly equal opportunity to get the first break and have the advantage in that regard.
OR, maybe it's because it allows for closer matches.. which are, arguably, more exciting... depends on your point of view, I suppose... I'm sort of indifferent. But clearly, the rationale for alternate breaks is a legitimate point of view that is based on what makes for more exciting, faster, and fan friendly pool.
Also, if your favorite player doesn't get to shoot and you tune in to watch or travelled to come see a player play.. .and they basically get very little to no opportunity to even be at the table and have at it... wouldn't that be a little disappointing for the fan?
Let's see here... now someone correct me if I'm wrong here on this, but let's review a similar policy in a pretty popular sport... football. in fact most major sports all follow a similar principle... one team scores, the other team gets the opportunity to start with the ball after that with an opportunity to get even.
Current Standard: Team A scores a touchdown... Team B will be on the receiving end of the kick off after the touchdown and extra point. Also, Team A wins the coin toss at the beginning of the game and elects to receive... Team B will receive the ball at the start of the second half.
Hypothetical Equivalent to "Winner Breaks": Team A wins the coin toss (or let's say they do a skill based game... say a 100 yard spring or accuracy test for the QB). Team A receives the ball and promptly scores... once they have scored, Team B must kick the ball to Team A again because whoever scores gets the ball back (make it and take it rule). Team A keeps scoring on every single drive... 4 quarters later, Team B has lost a coin toss and gets beat 154-0...Little Timmy Jr and his dad Tom traveled to see Team B play those hated rivals over on Team A, those Team A elitists with their fancy diets and super model wives.. wont' even take the time to answer a few questions for the media in a respectufl and thoughtful way. Man... Timmy Jr just wants to see Team B have a real shot at winning this game, "just give them an opportunity and I bet my favorite player, ol' Drew Gusty, can really make a difference and win an epic game" Little Timmy thinks to himself. "Do ya think that our Team has a shot to win today, Dad? Little Timmy asks his father with a glimmer of hope and optimism in his eye.. his excitement is contagious... "Yeah, son I really do... I just hope they win that damn coin toss, because if they dont'.. there is a good chance ol' Drew Gusty wont' ever even get onto the field to play.. Team A is just so good and hardly ever maeks a mistake, that's why they seem to just win win win. But today, son, I think with us going all the way out there to support our team, show some City of B pride and maybe even Drew Gusty will notice it and give us a wink or sign an autograph... I think with all that Timmy.. well, by golly we got a shot at it!"; Wow, thanks dad! That made me even more excited! Let's do it! Yeah! GO TEAM B!"
154 points and 4 hours later, Timmy is crying.. inconsolable and his mind and body just cannot handle the reality of what just happened to the team he put so much faith into... this event, which felt like a moment of destiny that he could share with his father for the rest of his life... it was all gone... on a coin toss.. and little timmy, well litle timmy jsut starts to become catatonic from the stress and anxiety and and Tom must carry his catatonic son out of the Team As stadium all the way down from the top of the upper section of their massive, gaudy showboating stadium built on the tears of little boys just like little Timmy. Well, Tom is not a strong man.. he doesn't have time to keep his body healthy.. and well, people from the City of B just don't quite make the grade on physical prowess, work conditions or the gene pool in general... and little Timmy Jr, well he weighs a lot for a 7 year old because old Tom couldn't seduce a physically fit and genetically clean wife.. he had to marry a disfigured whale of a woman named Brenda (she called herself Brianna to lure the guys in, that was just her stage name of course.. and we ain't talking about the theater here boys
IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN LOLOLOLOL ) just to ensure he didn't have to spend the rest of his life alone... so alone like he had spent for the first 15 years of his adult life. Well, old daddy Tom had to walk his 120 lb 7 year old down massive and steep flights of stairs, out of the stadium and a 2.5 mile walk just to get to the parking spaces he could afford when ol' Willy flagged him in to park on his front lawn for a nominal fee. At this point, Tom is jsut heartbroken, dejected, physically exhausted and can't stop the tears from flowing down his cheeks. He finally gets on the highway to drive home with his son, who is still in a state of shock and non-responsive.. but Tom can't worry about that now, he's gotta stay awake.. hes' gotta make it home so Brenda can help get Timmy back in a responsive mental state.. but the tears are flowing so hard for Tom that he doesn't see that Team A ***** of a fan swerving, drunk off of Dom Perignon and Pappy Van Winkle in his Tesla P100D that he never takes out of Ludicrous Plus mode, delivered personally by noted Team A fan, Elon Musk to this fan's house ... well that fan cuts Tom and his son off on the highway, Tom tries to adjust.. but its not enough, and the car starts getting wonky and finally goes off the road and into the the ditch in a fiery heap... battery acid leaks from the batteries and little Timmy is laying in the road, still catatonic... but you know what wakes him up? it's the acid... scorching the skin on the left side of his face causing indescribable physical pain and Timmy feels it alright, but that loss to Team A, that still dominates his thoughts through it all. Years pass and Tommy has become somewhat of a sociopath.. here he is at age 17
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