describe 'THE' night that you have played your best pool ever

[paksat]

I didn't actually get to play in the one that comes to my mind. It all happened on the practice table!

If there was a miss, there was only one, i really don't remember to much besides that. I broke, and every rack just looked like a runout waiting to happen.

Was asked to leave the table after a little over an hour lol.

 

[mattiefingaz]

Good Evening all,
I read the topic of the thread and tried my best to think about the best pool I've ever played...and one particular 20 minutes kept resonating in my head...so here it goes...((note to all...I have the tendancy to get wordy...apologies in advance )

I played very seriously from the time I was 15 until I was 20. Great teacher, tons of practice time....I was at the Berbeck Twins Mosconi Dinner in '87 in Horsham PA at 16 years old....few years later, for my own reasons I just up and quit.

Fast forward about 11 years, I'm back in the old neighborhood after having been away for about 9 years and my buddy David now owns a bar. David wouldn't open the doors until 8pm but would let friends in as soon as he got there.

He had an 8' Valley (if memory serves) in there that was pretty well maintained. I showed up and there were 5-6 guys in the place...In addition to the bar, my friend sublimated his income by being an "amateur pharmacist"....and the guys that were in there were all "patients."

There were two guys playing and I walked up and asked if I could get winner and the response from guy 1 was something along the line of "You can but why waste your time.." This hit a chord with me and every lesson, every drill, every bit of knowledge flooded back at that moment.

Their game ended...guy 1 had a dry break. Guy 2 made some smart ass comment as he put his quarters up to play next that further fueled my fire.
I ran that rack out and ended with a polite "good game"...Guy 2 spouted something like "You got lucky once..." I promptly broke and ran out that rack as well. They, almost immediately, said to my friend the bar owner..."Hey David we'll see you next time" and left.

I had never ran two 8 ball racks in a row before, and hadn't until the last couple months, since.

I guess them calling me out and questioning my ability lit something dormant inside of me...The subconcious always wins out I guess.

Thanks for taking the time to allow me to recant a great day..

Mattie

 

[JDB]

Describe the day where you played your BEST pool ever. Were you tired? Were you happy? Who did you play with? How were you feeling? even what you ate...

I just thought it might be fun if some people share their memories of that 'famous' night when they played like no other day.

I have told this story before, but it has been awhile and this seems like the appropriate thread...

The best that I can remember playing is a set that I lost...

I was playing in a bar table weekly tournament, 8-ball, race to 5, alternating break.

I won the flip and broke and ran. My opponent then broke and ran to make it 1 - 1.

I broke and ran my second break to make it 2 - 1. My opponent broke and ran the next game to make it 2 - 2.

I broke and ran my third break to make it 3 - 2. My opponent broke and ran the next game to make it 3 - 3.

I broke and ran my fourth break to make it 4 - 3. My opponent broke and ran the next game to make it 4 - 4.

I didn't break and run the 5th and final game...lol. I broke, made a couple of balls and tried a very tough cut that, if I made it, I should have ran out. I missed the cut and my opponent ran out on me.

So I lost 5 - 4 in 0 innings. Since I broke the first rack, the first inning would be marked after my opponents first miss, which he never did...lol.

 

[poolcuemaster]

I'll never forget a Thursday night at the first of this APA session,I'm playing on my wifes 9ball team thats going to the cities the next weekend starting on Thursday night. She puts me a 7 up first and they throw a 9 on me so the race is me needing 55 points to his 75, I beat him 55 to 35 in 9 innings with him still needing 40 balls. As soon as the match ends she put me on an 8 for a makeup match for the next week on the next 9 footer over and I beat him 55 to 25 in 7 innings, with him still needing 40 balls and I didn't think I was shooting that good. I beat the 9 again this session after he had me 43 to 14 according to his wife (keeping score) who called my score keeper a liar ( she had me at 19 and him at 39) I said just write down what she says 43-14. I beat him 55 to 50 that night after getting mad, it was like I had ball in hand every shot but my break was sucking.--Leonard

ps the wins helped send us straight through to the cities this session that ended last Thursday night, and no playoffs is too cool.

 

[Monstermash]

For me it all happened all in one day staring when the room opened at noon.

I was practicing by myself when one of the regulars came in and wanted to play. He was a retired investment broker and we played on a semi-regular basis. His last name was "Cooney" and he was the slowest player I have ever seen. I actually nicknamed him "Coonasauras" because of his age and his slow play.
Anyway, I had always had a hard time playing him because of his slow play. It used to drive me crazy. He would literally take a full minute in between shots sometimes. Well, because I have been playing for a little while by myself I was in a good groove and all warmed up and ready to play. I gave him a few minutes to warm up while I went to the restroom. I offered him the break and he immediately snapped the nine. Score= 1-zip, him.
On the next break he made a ball but didn't have shot and pushed out giving me a very long sharp cut on the one. I opted to take the shot knowing that if I missed he would almost certainly be left with poor shape because of the layout of the table. Well the ball rolled into that corner pocket and I ran the rest of the rack. I then ran the next rack and had to play a safe midway through the next rack. He gave me ball in hand and I promptly ran the rest of the rack. the score is now 3-1 in my favor. I broke and ran the next seven in a row. The last two of that set (we were playing races to 5) and then the whole next set. He never touched the cue ball except to roll it back down the table for me to break.
The following set I broke the first rack and didn't have a shot on the first ball so I played a push. He offered it back to me and I ran out that rack and then the next 4 to win the set. He then quit me and refused to play me again.
Later that after noon, I was still hanging out practicing when the owner of "The Pot of Gold" league (Alex) came in to shoot around. Some of you may remember the "Pot of Gold" as it was franchised around the country for a few years and held the finals in Vegas.
Anyway, Alex hadn't seen me play in a few years and asked me to play a few sets. The first set was give and take while we took turns giving the table back to each other. There was a lot of very good saftey play in that first set. I ended up winning the set 5-4. The next set was completely different. I was in complete control. The only time Alex saw the table was when I played a safe. He spent every turn kicking at his next shot. I won the set 5-0. Alex is now getting a little upset. He decides to up the stakes to see if it will take me out of my comfort zone. Again, the only time he sees the table is when I play safe and he's left kicking at his next ball. I win that set 5-0.
The next set he decides to play for all the money. Double or nothing. Ok, whatever.
We up the race to 7 and he never touches the cue ball in the entire set. He throws the money on the table and stalkes out. Thats twice in the same day I've run 7 racks in a row.

A few hours go by and I'm still practicing. By now it's getting later and it's a Friday night and the night time crowd is starting to fill the room. I'm about to pack it in when a few players I know walk over to see if I'm looking for a game. Both of them are good players and very cocky. One is known around the area for selling drugs and although I don't really like either one of them, I really despise the drug him.
I end up playing the one who doesn't sell drugs as he is the better of the two players. We played for a few hours with both of them trying to shark me every time I get to the table. About halfway through, he quits and the drug dealer takes over. I beat them so bad they never asked me to play again. The drug dealer still owes me $180.

 

[JDB]

I'll never forget a Thursday night at the first of this APA session,I'm playing on my wifes 9ball team thats going to the cities the next weekend starting on Thursday night. She puts me a 7 up first and they throw a 9 on me so the race is me needing 55 points to his 75, I beat him 55 to 35 in 9 innings with him still needing 40 balls. As soon as the match ends she put me on an 8 for a makeup match for the next week on the next 9 footer over and I beat him 55 to 25 in 7 innings, with him still needing 40 balls and I didn't think I was shooting that good. I beat the 9 again this session after he had me 43 to 14 according to his wife (keeping score) who called my score keeper a liar ( she had me at 19 and him at 39) I said just write down what she says 43-14. I beat him 55 to 50 that night after getting mad, it was like I had ball in hand every shot but my break was sucking.--Leonard

ps the wins helped send us straight through to the cities this session that ended last Thursday night, and no playoffs is too cool.

I don't play well often, but you story does remind me of another time that I played extremely well.

I was a 7 in APA 9-ball playing a 6. I needed 55 to their 46.

I had (2) break and runs and a fortunate roll or two, but I ended up beating him 55 - 2 in 4 innings. Aside from the (2) break and runs, I know that I had two other breaks where he had to kick (no push out) and he missed and I ran out from ball-in-hand.