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

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Jimbojim

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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.
 
BEST pool means something different to everyone, but one I remember is at a strip bar.

I opened it up around 3:00ish played pool until 2-3 am and never lost a game, playing constantly. I opened and closed it the next day and again never lost a game.

I could never do that again.
 
It is the feeling like you cannot miss, you just know where to hit it. You feel happy, light hearted, GOOD! It feels like you have conquered the table, but deep down you know you didn't.

It is the night where not only do you love the table, but it loves you back and rolled your way. Like a sweet lady that rubs you the right way! lol

You smile, laugh, like nothing in the world matters. It is almost a high, like the table is smiling right back at you.

You shoot and keep shoointg, and you just don't ever want this night to ever end, you just want this moment to last forever.

Just how I feel.

Happy shooting! :)

Chino
 
> I got to the poolroom at about 5 in the afternoon for the typical Monday night tournament,and played decent,winning the tournament,and matching up after,playing what I felt was my average speed. One of my best friends worked at the room,from 10pm-6am,and I cant remember for the life of me what he said,but he said something that had me furious with him all night. We usually played for several hours after he got off work,if I was still there so I waited,wanting to destroy him.

He got off,and we played our usual races to 13,but for 100 a set instead of cheap like normal. A few weeks before this,I taught the local old-timer that was present for any and all action how to use the Accu-Stats system,to make it easier than the system he used in the notes he kept on all the top local players when in action.

The sets went like this.

13-8 me
13-9 me
13-8 me
13-1 me
13-2 me
13-1 me
13-3 me
13-9 me
13-5 me
13-12 me and he quit.

I played the best pool of my life that morning/afternoon,and the notes proved it. I had laid down 10 consecutive .900 sets,with a high of .959 in the first 13-1 score. I never missed more than 3 makeable balls in any of those 10 sets. The 3 blowouts in the middle,I never missed an open ball,all of my errors coming in the form of bad position or weak safeties. In all 10 sets,there were exactly 3 times where my opponent missed,and it didn't cost him 2 games or more after the miss. To me the highlight was the 13-9 score. In that set,I won 4 games in a row with safes,then broke and ran 4 full racks to go up 8-0. My opponent won 3 games in a row with quality safes of his own,then broke and ran 6 full racks to go up 9-8. After his dry break,I told him that I'd just run out the set from there,and be damned if I didn't,giving me a 5 and a 4 rack run in the same race to 13.

To be fair and honest about this,this was a 8 foot GCIII,with standard pockets and fairly fresh Simonis. I've only approached that gear 4-5 times in the 15 years since then. I had a 7 pack in the 5th set,and a 5-out in the 8th,plus the first 2 in the 9th,so in my mind that's a 7. There were 5 runs of 5 full racks,the table was raining in balls that night.

My opponent passed away a little over 3 years ago,and afterwards he told me that he had played his best pool EVER,and still got ran over by my gear. I only beat him a handful of times after that,he was tough as nails. Tommy D.
 
best nite

Well it goes somthing like this, im playing this guy for $50 game nine ball he gets up $200 and i take a break, go wash up come back . and in stearn voice,[ lets play some pool fat man] in 1 hour i bust him!!!! then my alarm goes off i get up make coffee and go to work, but with a smile on my face, for once again i have beat the FAT MAN!!!!!:confused::confused::confused:
 
In 2002 I came home to discover my wife, whom I adored, with another guy. I kicked them both out of my house and immediately went to the pool room where I knew was the only place I could feel comfortable. That night, without warm up, I ran a 6-pack right out of the gate on a double shimmed Brunswick and I didn't even know it until my opponent pointed it out to me (major zone). Til that night, I had never put together more than a 3-pack, and haven't run more than 4 racks since! I played the best pool of my life that night, and hardly remember any of it!
dave
 
bit of a time warp

Tokyo-dave said:
In 2002 I came home to discover my wife, whom I adored, with another guy. I kicked them both out of my house and immediately went to the pool room where I knew was the only place I could feel comfortable. That night, without warm up, I ran a 6-pack right out of the gate on a double shimmed Brunswick and I didn't even know it until my opponent pointed it out to me (major zone). Til that night, I had never put together more than a 3-pack, and haven't run more than 4 racks since! I played the best pool of my life that night, and hardly remember any of it!
dave
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A shame what brought about that play but it is funny how we can channel pain or any strong emotion sometimes.

No good reason for it other than need and greed but I had time warp on me one night. Went in a place before five one evening. Got on the pool table an hour or two later. A lot of challenges on the table and more flew up when a stranger was winning. For the most part it was quick and brutal. An easy breaking eight foot bar table with bucket pockets. I played for hours but had I guessed I would have said three or four. When I left the place I was surprised to see the sun back in the sky already. Definitely one of my better nights, I never lost a game for any reason.

Hu
 
It was last october when I was practicing for the Quebec provincial tournament. I had just received a lesson from Danny Hewitt and for some reason every pockets looked like they were buckets. I was playing with a friend of mine and the sets went like this

9-1
9-0
9-1
9-2

It was either I run the rack or play safe. If I would get a dry break, if he missed I would run out, he never had a 2nd opportunity in the same frame.
After we played he said 'Hey Remy, how do you expect me to be ready for the tournament if you destroy me like that...you missed only 3 or 4 shots and they were really hard'
 
I played my best after quitting a job I didn't like. Beat someone 9-1, 9-0 at 9B and missed two balls.

Opponent said "Who needs a job when you can play like that? You need to take that sh!t on the road"

Of course, I told him I'd get murdered on the road. Hell, I'd get murdered by 10 people in the same town I was in if I bet big money.
 
It was an evening I went out to the local pub, I'd taken 3 years off from shooting pool due to the fact that the woman id been married to didn't like me going to the bars or shooting in League, suprising since I met her in a bar shooting pool against her, that may of been why. Anyway after or divorce I went to the local pub and the older guys new me but the up and comers didnt. I did 3, 8 ball beaks in a row ran numerous tables, masse's, jump balls, three rail kicks I was actually unbeatable that evening.
 
One of my favorite times playing pool, cant say it was the best I ever played but it was pretty good. I was playing an old friend Charlie, he needed 3 balls going to 100 in 14.1 and I needed 27. He was all smiles and laughing and our other buddy another old fella remarks that I would need a 25 ball spot next time and enjoying me getting beat. I ran 27 and out, that night after a couple years of us all knowing one another they finally respected me as a player and an equal. :smile:
 
I cant describe that night but I was told I played 3 balls better than usual. I had taken some script Percs for a tooth procedure that evening and everything was a blurr but a couple of friends said I missed 2 balls in a couple races to 9!!! Maybe I should call that DR? :thumbup:
 
I was playing this tape when I went to bed every night, it was a hypnotic tape and don't remember the title of the tape. I did this for about three weeks straight, and one night we were playing a league match and one of the guys on our team who played at the same level as myself played some $10.00 matches of nine ball race to 5. We played 8 matches and I got into a dead zone, and I honestly do not remeber a thing from the matches until he told me that he was quitting, because he could not beat me. He was totally demoalized from what he had witnessed, he did not have enough money to pay me, and asked me
 
This is an addition to the first message that I sent, he asked me if he could pay me the rest of the money the next day, he only had $50.00 in his pocket. He told me I was continually on the right side of the next object ball and was running racks one after another.
 
I'll describe what a friend of mine said after he played the best pool of his life while on acid (early 70's). "the pockets keep opening and closing, I just shoot when they're open". :eek:

True story...of what he said anyway. And he did play well.

Dave
 
awesome

I played the best pool of my life in the finals of a sunday night eight ball tournament. I am a skill level seven and my opponent was also a skill level seven but he is really cocky and has the attitude that he's god's gift to pool. I'm pumped up heading into this match cause I know this is my chance to put him in his place. So, it's a race to 5 eight ball on a diamond bar table. We go to the table and lag, he wins the lag. He breaks the first game and runs down to two balls before the eight and gets out of line and misses, I run out that rack and proceed to break and run the set out. I never got out of line once and it just seemed like I couldn't miss, But the best thing about it all was the look on his face after that last rack.....PRICELESS.
 
My best night that I remember like it was yesterday was 1967 on a billiard table in my own joint. I was playing a guy that I never beat for $50 races to 25. He had a sick short game. One of the best I've ever seen that was not a top pro. He could bend that QB and make billiards in a 1 foot square area, again and again. This night I ran two sixes and an eight on him and played the best safety game I've ever played in 3-cushion. I beat him 25-4 and he unscewed the nit. I just saw every shot from the second the balls stopped rolling. I was very high on speed too, so that might have helped. Whatever it was It must have had the right mixture. Johnnyt
 
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