Analyse This Shooter's Antics And Shots

That cue is not regulation length. Bet it can't even draw the cueball. Its Fargorate is too low.


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AF pool guy said:
That cue is not regulation length. Bet it can't even draw the cueball. Its Fargorate is too low. ...
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I wanna see it draw the cue ball off the brown ball.

And in the NFL the little dance would get a technical called.
 
Robot most definitely has shoulder drop, aint never gonna be good until Robot improves fundamentals.
 
I think he may face some challenges on a full size snooker table, maybe even a bar table. Arrogant little cuss though....
 
My wife says she wants him on her APA team, should fit right in, but needs to learn more than one shot.
 
Reminds me of a guy that used to come in our local pool room, I beg your pardon, local sports bar and grill. His name was Walter Rubinstein, but everyone called him "Shorty".
Walter would lay out a pattern of balls, similar to that robot guy, and tell everyone who had gathered around that he could make all the balls lying on the table into the opposite side pocket, using only his you-know-what to shoot with.
At that point Shorty would turn his back to the crowd, unzip his pants (he always wore a nice pair of tan Gabardines), stick his arm under the tail of his jacket, behind his belt, then down into his pants. When ready, and with a sly smile on his face, he would turn back towards the table with his middle finger sticking straight out of his fly, and commence pocketing balls.
A thrust here, a move there, and before you knew it all the balls were made. Men roared with laughter, and women fainted. What a spectacle.
Sadly, our hero had to discontinue his performances when a jealous husband caught him with his wife and cut off his you-know-what. I mean finger. :smile:
 
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Tramp Steamer said:
Reminds me of a guy that used to come in our local pool room, I beg your pardon, local sports bar and grill. His name was Walter Rubinstein, but everyone called him "Shorty".
Walter would lay out a pattern of balls, similar to that robot guy, and tell everyone who had gathered around that he could make all the balls lying on the table into the opposite side pocket, using only his dick to shoot with.
At that point Shorty would turn his back to the crowd, unzip his pants (he always wore a nice pair of tan Gabardines), stick his arm under the tail of his jacket, behind his belt, then down into his pants. When ready, and with a sly smile on his face, he would turn back towards the table with his middle finger sticking straight out of his fly, and commence pocketing balls.
A thrust here, a thrust there, and before you knew it all the balls were made. Men roared with laughter, and women fainted. What a spectacle.
Sadly, our hero had to discontinue his performances when a jealous husband caught him with his wife and cut of his dick. I mean finger. :smile:
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Are you off your meds? Or did they double the dose?
 
Hmmmm...chalks up to hit centre ball?
Needs some warm-up strokes?...what?...he's trying to get the feel?

I'd like to play him some one-hole...without ball-in...uh...hand?
 
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