It's not a "Stick".....

From Merriam Webster, "Instrument: a tool or device used for a particular purpose; especially : a tool or device designed to do careful and exact work"

my cue doesn't do "careful and exact work" at least not when I hold it........:angry:
 
I see that someone here catches my drift... For those who didn't, I was being facetious when I wrote my original post. :wink:

Isn't that what people always say when they have made a dumb post that has been seen before they could delete it?
 
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stop calling it a sport
fat guys dont compete in many sports
unless its a fight
kickboxing mma etc fat guys compete in those
and football but they dont do much
and baseball
.....:)

Fat guys? Have you ever seen an offensive lineman up close? or stood next to a Sumo?
Fat is an appearance, but those guys are all muscle or check out Sev's thread - "Who says chunky ain't sexy"
 
Interesting thing, the popular expression 'a stick up her ass' came about from a 19th century pool hall.

Delilah Hogg (grandmother of 'the first lady of texas', Ima Hogg) was the first woman in Texas to be allowed in an infamous Lubbock pool hall. Now, being very wealthy and upper class, it was a big to-do having her visit and the planned event was known for weeks before it happened.

There were a group of regulars who didn't want the visit to be successful and wanted to keep women out of the hall, so they devised a plan.

Delilah always traveled with a donkey and this time was no exception.

When she got there, she played the rube and lost many games to the men who were falling over each other to play a wealthy first timer for money. When the table would open, the house man would yell at the next player, telling him he'd better hustle to the table (hence the term 'hustler').

After several hours, Delilah had lost a significant amount and she told her valet to go get her Balaboti cue from inside the pack on her donkey. Within a few hours, Delilah had won all of her money back and most of the patrons', also (her father had taught her how to play in the family's parlor). She then walked out without even paying pool time and put her cue back up on her donkey.

So, whenever she would ride into town, the gentlemen would refuse to play her, warning others that she had a stick up her ass.

And now you know.
 
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i dnt mind the term stick but I used to shoot with an old neighbor and he was a huge fisherman and he always called it a pole and tht shit drove me nuts!!!!
 
i dnt mind the term stick but I used to shoot with an old neighbor and he was a huge fisherman and he always called it a pole and tht shit drove me nuts!!!!

Apparently fly fisherman call their pole's "rod's", while bait casters have fishing poles. Funny you should mention that.
 
'Stick' fits the definition for a cue...in fact, it might be better...'Cue' derives from a French
word for 'Tail'....calling it a 'Pole' is dobre with me also. :cool:

But using the terms 'Felt' or 'Baize' is just wrong.....it's CLOTH....:angry:

'course, one of my favorite old rooms was Joe Farhat's VELVET Rail in Lansing...:embarrassed2:



And don't get me started on the poker term 'no limit'........
....this might be the stupidest moniker ever....:angry::angry:
 
Apparently fly fisherman call their pole's "rod's", while bait casters have fishing poles. Funny you should mention that.

I know several money players that call their cue sticks fishing poles..... and its an accurate usage some times...... ;)
 
Interesting thing, the popular expression 'a stick up her ass' came about from a 19th century pool hall.

Delilah Hogg (grandmother of 'the first lady of texas', Ima Hogg) was the first woman in Texas to be allowed in an infamous Lubbock pool hall. Now, being very wealthy and upper class, it was a big to-do having her visit and the planned event was known for weeks before it happened.

There were a group of regulars who didn't want the visit to be successful and wanted to keep women out of the hall, so they devised a plan.

Delilah always traveled with a donkey and this time was no exception.

When she got there, she played the rube and lost many games to the men who were falling over each other to play a wealthy first timer for money. When the table would open, the house man would yell at the next player, telling him he'd better hustle to the table (hence the term 'hustler').

After several hours, Delilah had lost a significant amount and she told her valet to go get her Balaboti cue from inside the pack on her donkey. Within a few hours, Delilah had won all of her money back and most of the patrons', also (her father had taught her how to play in the family's parlor). She then walked out without even paying pool time and put her cue back up on her donkey.

So, whenever she would ride into town, the gentlemen would refuse to play her, warning others that she had a stick up her ass.

And now you know.

Surprisingly, south Texas was the home of many enormous plantations during the slavery era. The Hogg plantation home ( of the Hogg family you mentioned) still exists and is a museum now, I've been there.

Not far from the Hogg plantation, in Brazoria County, the ( at one point the largest in the state ) Abner Jackson plantation ( after slavery was abolished) single handedly leased the entire prisoner population of Texas to work in their fields. It didn't go well.

Also in Brazoria County there is something like 8 full scale prisons ( formerly prison-farms) that are located on former plantation property, and are typically named after the original plantation owners; Clemens, Darrington, Ramsey etc. Some even have the family graves of the original owners still intact on the lawn.

Now you know :)
 
Surprisingly, south Texas was the home of many enormous plantations during the slavery era. The Hogg plantation home ( of the Hogg family you mentioned) still exists and is a museum now, I've been there.

Not far from the Hogg plantation, in Brazoria County, the ( at one point the largest in the state ) Abner Jackson plantation ( after slavery was abolished) single handedly leased the entire prisoner population of Texas to work in their fields. It didn't go well.

Also in Brazoria County there is something like 8 full scale prisons ( formerly prison-farms) that are located on former plantation property, and are typically named after the original plantation owners; Clemens, Darrington, Ramsey etc. Some even have the family graves of the original owners still intact on the lawn.

Now you know :)

Stop using facts! :D
 
For God's Sake, I hate hearing pool cues called "Sticks". If you're new to pool, I get it, but it's especially bad when someone who's been around the game, or even builds cues calls it a "stick". It's a purpose built instrument. It's a tool, an implement, an extension of your arm. It's not some broken branch you found on the ground. People who call pool cues, "sticks" should be limited to playing bumper pool. No 8, 9, 10 ball, 1p, or 14.1 for you. I know many of you will disagree, but I had to get this minor rant off my chest... Thanks for listening.

You are not alone in your views buddy. I'm right there with ya!
 
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That's gonna leave a mark.
 
The balls are purpose built, also.

Shall we start calling them 'Phenolic, identified-numerically, colored spheres'? We could call them 'PhINCS' (phonetically 'finks') instead.

It isn't a 'tip', it's a 'Pressed leather impact device' or 'Plid' for short.

Stop calling it 'chalk', call it 'Friction uniformity cube' or 'fuc' for short.

I like to use Master fuc, because I get less fuc on my PhINCS.
 
"Stick" is okay by me!


I'm not so sure. I was at the pool hall, I beg your pardon, our sports bar and grill, playing (what else) One Pocket. It was late in the evening and I had partaken of far too many adult beverages when two nice looking young girls walked up and asked: "We heard you used to make pool cues. Could we see your stick?"
Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather, but I thought what the hell and dropped my drawers right there in front of God and everybody. Holy crap on a cracker, the place exploded.
An elderly woman, playing at the table next to me, shrieked and fainted dead away. A man on the other side of her spewed Captain Morgan all over a guy at the table next to him and got a knuckle sandwich for his trouble. Around the room it went.
Someone shouted: "Call the police!" Someone else cried: "Call the FBI. "A little guy off in a corner yelled: "Give me his phone number!" It was a nightmare, I tell you.
Finally, after things had quieted down a bit, one of the girls spoke up: "So, what kind of tip are you using?"
I just smiled, and said: "Youuuu know." :smile:
 
Game on!

I'm in Oakland. If you ever want a game, I'll play you some cheap 1 pocket. Come find me and don't forget to bring your "Stick". :grin:

One Hole is my game! I'll look you up whenever I head up to N Cali. Which pool place?
 
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