TheOne said:...off topic...Craig,
Karen said she saw you on World Pool Masters (or was it trickshot masters) on ESPN here today. Said you were chewing your nails on screen...must have been a tense match to watch...LOL
8-ball Talk, I LUV it
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Colin Colenso said:TheOne said:...off topic...Craig,
Karen said she saw you on World Pool Masters (or was it trickshot masters) on ESPN here today. Said you were chewing your nails on screen...must have been a tense match to watch...LOL
Maybe, the camera man was very close and we also got the corner seat where the players walked past each time. Everytime they walked past I pulled a face lol. ah the child in me! ;-) I havent seen it yet though
I remember many gamblers spitting upon the mere utterance of playing eight ball. Nineball was thier game, it had more spots to give. You had to master negotiations of the spot and these guy's were good at that as well. I'd ask for huge spot in nineball and almost straight up in eightball.
We would end up playing eightball and I would play a safety at every opportunity that presented itself. Take my time making sure of my choices.
The nineball rabbits would be standing there like they had ants in thier pants. I couldn't help when I saw this behavior I would ask them, "You gotta take a piss? Your doing the pee dance over there!"
They hated the slow game and would complain and try and make a nineball game. I would ignore thier pleas while playing the game. Of course when it was thier turn at the table they would talk nineball. I would refuse and tell them to play out what we were playing then we would talk nineball. It was like torture for them. After a 20-30 minute game I would win then runout the next rack. They would be beside themselves for taking that race proposition.
(Of course there were players who could really play it didn't matter what game we were playing as long as there was some gamble.)
Then I'd offer one pocket or 14:1 after eightball. They would go ballistic and finally relent to the huge spot. Which I would win. The moral of the story:
Be proficient at all the games. Thats why I love the game of eightball a little more thinking involved with more precise than area position play.
Just thought I would relate a story...
We would end up playing eightball and I would play a safety at every opportunity that presented itself. Take my time making sure of my choices.
The nineball rabbits would be standing there like they had ants in thier pants. I couldn't help when I saw this behavior I would ask them, "You gotta take a piss? Your doing the pee dance over there!"
They hated the slow game and would complain and try and make a nineball game. I would ignore thier pleas while playing the game. Of course when it was thier turn at the table they would talk nineball. I would refuse and tell them to play out what we were playing then we would talk nineball. It was like torture for them. After a 20-30 minute game I would win then runout the next rack. They would be beside themselves for taking that race proposition.
(Of course there were players who could really play it didn't matter what game we were playing as long as there was some gamble.)
Then I'd offer one pocket or 14:1 after eightball. They would go ballistic and finally relent to the huge spot. Which I would win. The moral of the story:
Be proficient at all the games. Thats why I love the game of eightball a little more thinking involved with more precise than area position play.
Just thought I would relate a story...