The Sleeve Disputation:
One can only imagine how inflamed the blogospheres and chattering rooms were over the controversial decisions Justin Hall made on the final night of the banks competition.
Of course he rolled up the left sleeve of his blue work shirt for his victory over Shannon.
Then -- clock this! -- Justin rolled up both sleeves (down 2 - 1 v. Busty) for the start of game 4 in the finals. Next -- and herein lies the mystery -- he let the right sleeve flop back down. Exactly the wardrobe malfunction that put him in the Busty-hole to begin with.
I was giving that right sleeve the double-oh all night.
History will record -- and future streamings will document -- how sleeve decisions in the finals affect Dow Jones averages. One suspects they may well supplant hemlines as the leading indicator. Investors take note.
Breaking Bad.
Was this the most boring one-pocket game ever streamed?
Poor Ike.
He was never comfortable, never found his rhythm, rarely shot at a shot. Darren-intimidated, that’s the sense I had.
Starting with that lame kick break -- with the cue ball self-frozen to the rail -- he was down 9-8 from the get-go.
The third game, featuring wedge after wedge after wedge, was torturous to watch. I love one-pocket, the strategies, the moves, the end game. (What little of them I can comprehend.) But as Danny D. said, “They didn’t move well and didn’t shoot when they could.”
That almost three-hour match confirmed what people who don’t like one-pocket already believe -- it’s a dull game.
It was painful to watch. I wished it just to be over.
Myself? I blame Darren. He was in no danger of losing. He could have opened up his play at any time and put Ike -- and the rest of us -- out of our misery. If, as was rumored, he’d been taking lessons from Alan H., then remedial instruction is in order. No GED awarded.
Seminars.
I was so looking forward to the Danny / Billy / Freddy instructional sessions. A streaming glitch knocked them off the air. I think they were recorded and hope they will be shown sometime soon.
Amusing sidebar: an occasional snippet did flit through. One brief segment showed a participant sitting on the rail / cushion. A chatroom outpouring -- ‘get off the table’ -- seemed heartfelt.
During the run-up to the seminars, I logged into Bigtruck’s chat room. A message -- ‘this is a family values chat, watch your language’ -- was sent via immediate PM to me.
Insulted? You betcha!
I pride myself on my decorum.
It may -- or may not! -- have been an auto message sent to everyone upon chatroom entrance. I shall monitor this.
Pithy commentator observations:
After a poor-judgement shot in a match featuring two of the youngest competitors, one announcer noted that this was simply part of the learning process -- ‘scarred, burned, bruised, broke.’
‘Don’t shoot while you’re deciding; don’t decide while you’re shooting.’
‘He misses like he means it, not like he doubts it.’
‘Playing the score.’ (One-pocket … go to a down-table game when you have a significant lead.)
Dr. Billy … ‘If I were he …’ Wow, booth erudition!
What does this mean?
‘Missed it on the pro side.’
Fashion protocols.
Does one wear a cap indoors? One thinks not. Especially on the TV table.
Headphones in the audience? Of course. Are they listening to the stream commentators?
Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Well ... that’s my life,
Sunny
One can only imagine how inflamed the blogospheres and chattering rooms were over the controversial decisions Justin Hall made on the final night of the banks competition.
Of course he rolled up the left sleeve of his blue work shirt for his victory over Shannon.
Then -- clock this! -- Justin rolled up both sleeves (down 2 - 1 v. Busty) for the start of game 4 in the finals. Next -- and herein lies the mystery -- he let the right sleeve flop back down. Exactly the wardrobe malfunction that put him in the Busty-hole to begin with.
I was giving that right sleeve the double-oh all night.
History will record -- and future streamings will document -- how sleeve decisions in the finals affect Dow Jones averages. One suspects they may well supplant hemlines as the leading indicator. Investors take note.
Breaking Bad.
Was this the most boring one-pocket game ever streamed?
Poor Ike.
He was never comfortable, never found his rhythm, rarely shot at a shot. Darren-intimidated, that’s the sense I had.
Starting with that lame kick break -- with the cue ball self-frozen to the rail -- he was down 9-8 from the get-go.
The third game, featuring wedge after wedge after wedge, was torturous to watch. I love one-pocket, the strategies, the moves, the end game. (What little of them I can comprehend.) But as Danny D. said, “They didn’t move well and didn’t shoot when they could.”
That almost three-hour match confirmed what people who don’t like one-pocket already believe -- it’s a dull game.
It was painful to watch. I wished it just to be over.
Myself? I blame Darren. He was in no danger of losing. He could have opened up his play at any time and put Ike -- and the rest of us -- out of our misery. If, as was rumored, he’d been taking lessons from Alan H., then remedial instruction is in order. No GED awarded.
Seminars.
I was so looking forward to the Danny / Billy / Freddy instructional sessions. A streaming glitch knocked them off the air. I think they were recorded and hope they will be shown sometime soon.
Amusing sidebar: an occasional snippet did flit through. One brief segment showed a participant sitting on the rail / cushion. A chatroom outpouring -- ‘get off the table’ -- seemed heartfelt.
During the run-up to the seminars, I logged into Bigtruck’s chat room. A message -- ‘this is a family values chat, watch your language’ -- was sent via immediate PM to me.
Insulted? You betcha!
I pride myself on my decorum.
It may -- or may not! -- have been an auto message sent to everyone upon chatroom entrance. I shall monitor this.
Pithy commentator observations:
After a poor-judgement shot in a match featuring two of the youngest competitors, one announcer noted that this was simply part of the learning process -- ‘scarred, burned, bruised, broke.’
‘Don’t shoot while you’re deciding; don’t decide while you’re shooting.’
‘He misses like he means it, not like he doubts it.’
‘Playing the score.’ (One-pocket … go to a down-table game when you have a significant lead.)
Dr. Billy … ‘If I were he …’ Wow, booth erudition!
What does this mean?
‘Missed it on the pro side.’
Fashion protocols.
Does one wear a cap indoors? One thinks not. Especially on the TV table.
Headphones in the audience? Of course. Are they listening to the stream commentators?
Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Well ... that’s my life,
Sunny
