ChazL,
The turn happens by feel at the moment of tip contact.
The smaller twists have less effect on spin. It depends on the shot.
With a level cue for a typical follow shot, the index finger should lead the way. The index finger is typically the guide for follow shots and it’s perfect for leading a left turn or a right turn. Again, a player’s recognition skills will dictate whether the technique is used for a particular shot.
As a player's cue elevates for draw, the angle of the cue slightly shifts its weight to the fingers behind the index. It is very acceptable for the ring finger or middle finger to lead the turn when using draw and spin. For example, a right-handed player may find that a left twist is more easily accomplished by allowing the ring finger to begin the turn when using draw and spin.
With practice this spin-technique becomes second-nature. Landon learned this and began using it within days.
Stan Shuffett
I have been only a recent user of "The Twist", although I did enjoy the
Twist & Shout when I wore the younger man's clothes.
That video brings back memories for me. The Beatles came to New Orleans in 1964 and while I wasn't a super fan I liked their music and since I was working at the stadium they were playing at, I got in free. The cost for a concert ticket was $5 as I recall but I was there to make a dollar, selling cokes to thirsty fans. I would walk up and down the concrete steps carrying 12 Glass bottles of Barq's Root Beers or Coca-Cola's. I forget the price of a coke back then but I still remember the wire carrying devices which cut into my tender young hands and was always eager to sell them as quickly as possible to lighten my load. Can you imagine GLASS bottles being sold at concerts today?
The girls went absolutely INSANE when the Beatles came out on stage in the middle of the stadium and had to be held back by scores of police.
The sales of soft drinks stopped immediately and everyone's attention was on the Beatles. Many fans tried to rush the stands for whatever reason, most of them were girls but there were plenty of guys running up to the gauntlet of police who turned them and threatened them with arrest.
Me being a mercenary at an early age, I had no delusions about being a fan. I could only think what a valuable treasure I would have if I could wrench the drum sticks from Ringo Star's hands. I devised a plan and waited for opportunity. When the Beatles played one especially attractive song, "I want to hold your hand", the fans nearest the stage would attempt to attack the stage which was raised in the middle of a football field. The police stood on the field and turned back each wave.
Well, when this song started, the girls began to swoon and wail and rush the stage and that was my cue. I was at the other end of the football field where there were no policemen and at that time I was fleet of foot so I raced across the open football field like a wide receiver, running like the wind. I can still feel the adrenaline rush as my legs pumped faster than they had ever moved before. The thought of snatching Ringo Starr's drum sticks from his grasp and the selling the treasure at a later date filled my body with endorphines and I ran to my destiny.
The stadium was a cacophony of sounds, girls screaming like banshees, guys howling like young wolves (mostly to impress their girl friends) the Beatles singing and the noise that over ten thousand people can make when they are excited. My determination to succeed was only exceeded by my ignorance of the fact that there might be others who were fleet of foot, namely police officers paid to protect the Beatles from insane fans. I had made excellent time and wasn't even breathing hard even though I was running faster than I had ever tried to run before and was about 25 yards from the stage with nothing between Ringo's drum sticks and me when suddenly I hit the ground like a ton of bricks. I thought I tripped until I looked to my side to see a police officer looking rather winded but up to the task of apprehending me, then another and another and another, until I was escorted off the field and into the covering surrounding the outside of the stadium. They had twisted my hands behind my back and were making sure I didn't escape again. When they saw that I was no threat to them or the Beatles as I was finally done in and just plain whipped. I explained my plan and they kind of snickered and after I promised to not try that again, they let me go and I finished watching the show resting my bruised and tired body in the stands, even buying a not so cold soft drink from another inspired and still working entrepreneur.
Oh, back to this twist. :grin: While it is hard to fight academia, I do believe that I am able to accomplish some unique things using twist that I am UNABLE TO DO with any other traditional technique. If that makes it a bad technique,
I WILL JUST HAVE TO BE RESIGNED TO BEING A BAD BOY. (Thank you Sister Mary Francesca). (Imagine ancient, old nun, dressed in traditional Catholic Nun Habit, shaking her crooked, arthritic finger in JoeyA's face scolding me for nefarious deeds perpetrated against the disciplines of the Catholic school and fortelling the future;
"YOU'RE GONNA BE A BAD BOY!)
JoeyA