“It’s not the sex you’re paying for, it’s the leaving after the sex.”
Est-ce vrai?
Not that any of our distinguished forum brethren would have any animated awareness in this arena; but perhaps through hearsay … ?
The tie-in to pool?
What got me thinking about all of this was a fascinating thread in the Member’s Section at onepocket.org on gaff bets, odds, etc. (Not a member? Join! It’s muy coolio!)
As intriguing as that thread was for a while, it ran on and on and on. As do so many threads on so many subjects. (I should know, I’m as guilty a runner-on as anyone! Everyone!)
But the granularity level meandered and deepened so much out of proportion to any gain in the knowledge base that the point and purpose of the topic became befogged.
And … this particular gaff discussion was merely an online discourse.
What’s it like in a real poolroom? Matching up? Does the process eventually overwhelm the pleasure of the encounter?
Do the games themselves drag on beyond the passion of the match? (I’m thinking of that Derby one-pocket yawner between Darren and Ike.)
Did that country song -- “Staying’s Worse Than Leaving” -- nail it?
Inquiring minds -- well, Nosy Parkers! -- want to know.
Forensic rigor is my life,
Sunny
P. S. Yes ... to answer a question from a particularly persistent pest ... I am well aware that to certain aristo posters, I have about the same communications creds as Muhammad Saeed al-Sahhaf (Baghdad Bob).
Some -- perhaps oceans of you! -- are ever so relieved when my posts are, finally, in the rear-view mirror.
I therefore shall endeavor to increase the length and frequency of my postings.
P. S. Would someone please forward this to the Official Complaint Department? I recently tried to send a v. important Private Message. It was rejected! Some nonsense about a 5,000 character limit?
Pshaw! I’m barely into the intro section of my remarks at 5,000 rpm’s. Obviously an oversight by forum administrators. (Actually, I think this might not have been the first time this has happened to me.)
Please address!
Thank you. Ever so much.
				
			Est-ce vrai?
Not that any of our distinguished forum brethren would have any animated awareness in this arena; but perhaps through hearsay … ?
The tie-in to pool?
What got me thinking about all of this was a fascinating thread in the Member’s Section at onepocket.org on gaff bets, odds, etc. (Not a member? Join! It’s muy coolio!)
As intriguing as that thread was for a while, it ran on and on and on. As do so many threads on so many subjects. (I should know, I’m as guilty a runner-on as anyone! Everyone!)
But the granularity level meandered and deepened so much out of proportion to any gain in the knowledge base that the point and purpose of the topic became befogged.
And … this particular gaff discussion was merely an online discourse.
What’s it like in a real poolroom? Matching up? Does the process eventually overwhelm the pleasure of the encounter?
Do the games themselves drag on beyond the passion of the match? (I’m thinking of that Derby one-pocket yawner between Darren and Ike.)
Did that country song -- “Staying’s Worse Than Leaving” -- nail it?
Inquiring minds -- well, Nosy Parkers! -- want to know.
Forensic rigor is my life,
Sunny
P. S. Yes ... to answer a question from a particularly persistent pest ... I am well aware that to certain aristo posters, I have about the same communications creds as Muhammad Saeed al-Sahhaf (Baghdad Bob).
Some -- perhaps oceans of you! -- are ever so relieved when my posts are, finally, in the rear-view mirror.
I therefore shall endeavor to increase the length and frequency of my postings.
P. S. Would someone please forward this to the Official Complaint Department? I recently tried to send a v. important Private Message. It was rejected! Some nonsense about a 5,000 character limit?
Pshaw! I’m barely into the intro section of my remarks at 5,000 rpm’s. Obviously an oversight by forum administrators. (Actually, I think this might not have been the first time this has happened to me.)
Please address!
Thank you. Ever so much.