A conversation with Anthony Meglino: The best player many people have never heard of...

[jtompilot]

Yeah, but he's not a 700 level player. He is knocking on the door of 800. I have played him myself, and did fair against him, but lost.. And the one takeaway is that he got a lot of action out of his stroke, and was *very* precise in his thin hits. He moved like a ghost, and smoothed in banks like they were nothing.

I’m a 650 and won a short race to 4 against a 760. Anthony is close to 800 so he can beat anyone any given day. A 685 should have beat SVB, so any 700 can beat a great player on occasion. That’s all I’m saying, not that Anthony is a 700. I’ve known about him for 15 years, I don’t think he’s sneaking up on anyone. He’s a special player

 

[white1]

And still, not a threat - nobody is betting on him.

But I will say he is moving up and it's good to see him doing well. He's getting close

You said, not a threat to any of the top pros…yet he has won against many of the top pros. You are way dumber than I ever dreamed sir and you are getting so work up because you say no one is running racks like filler. That is true…but why so angry and yacking all the time. Take a break. Get off for a few weeks and rest..jeez

 

[jasonlaus]

You said, not a threat to any of the top pros…yet he has won against many of the top pros. You are way dumber than I ever dreamed sir and you are getting so work up because you say no one is running racks like filler. That is true…but why so angry and yacking all the time. Take a break. Get off for a few weeks and rest..jeez

I do what I want

 

[markjames]

“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”

 

[jtompilot]

“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”

I only wish I was smart enough to know WTH you said. I enjoyed the read nevertheless

 

[markjames]

of course it doesn’t make sense,
just some old famous literature