Just announced - Earl is SVB's father!!!
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Perhaps Earl is the father of all American pool players --- at least in his own mind.
I'm reminded of a published cartoon in which the American Internal Revenue Service Commissioner, himself accused of tax evasion, appears before a tax court judge. After hearing the case, the judge, in summation, comments that "while we cannot fully dismiss your assertion that you are the father of all American taxpayers, we cannot allow you to claim every American as an exemption on your tax form."
The term "father" sometimes means one thing and sometimes it means something else, so perhaps Earl is SVB's father after all.
I'm reminded of a published cartoon in which the American Internal Revenue Service Commissioner, himself accused of tax evasion, appears before a tax court judge. After hearing the case, the judge, in summation, comments that "while we cannot fully dismiss your assertion that you are the father of all American taxpayers, we cannot allow you to claim every American as an exemption on your tax form."
The term "father" sometimes means one thing and sometimes it means something else, so perhaps Earl is SVB's father after all.
Nope, not the left-!handed players.....
Another Earl Classic
Last week at the World Pool Series @ Steinway Earl was warming up before a match on a tight table with slick new cloth. I was sitting nearby with a group of guys and one of them is prattling on how so-and-so was such a great player.
Earl is whacking balls in at 100mph. He overhears the conversation and addresses the issue, all the while not ceasing to make ball after ball.
"I don't use the term 'great' so loosely," Earl proclaimed. "I would never say so-and-so is a 'great' player...I've seen a lot of *good* players, but there are very few I would call great."
After slamming in a couple more balls, the original fella in the crowd calls to him: "Ok Earl, so who is a player that you would call great?"
Ignoring the question, Earl continues to smoke each shot into back of the pockets, the CB running circles around the table. Being closest to him, I nominate someone I thought may have had Earl's respect.
"Would you call Mizerak great?"
Earl pauses for a moment, stares into space. "Mizerak had more power than people knew. Powerful stroke. Played good straight pool and 9-ball."
With that, he placed two object balls in the center of the table, and standing near the foot rail, he froze the cueball to the cushion. Jacking up that gigantic cue with his grip hand over his head, he speared the first ball in the cross-corner, gathered the cueball, and speared the next ball in like a xerox copy.
He turns to me with a wide, toothy grin and that gleam in his eye and says:
"Listen--The only person who shoots better than me...Is ME!!"
The crowd squealed with laughter. Earl - beaming and bemused, broke down his gear and headed on to his assigned table where his opponent was waiting.
Last week at the World Pool Series @ Steinway Earl was warming up before a match on a tight table with slick new cloth. I was sitting nearby with a group of guys and one of them is prattling on how so-and-so was such a great player.
Earl is whacking balls in at 100mph. He overhears the conversation and addresses the issue, all the while not ceasing to make ball after ball.
"I don't use the term 'great' so loosely," Earl proclaimed. "I would never say so-and-so is a 'great' player...I've seen a lot of *good* players, but there are very few I would call great."
After slamming in a couple more balls, the original fella in the crowd calls to him: "Ok Earl, so who is a player that you would call great?"
Ignoring the question, Earl continues to smoke each shot into back of the pockets, the CB running circles around the table. Being closest to him, I nominate someone I thought may have had Earl's respect.
"Would you call Mizerak great?"
Earl pauses for a moment, stares into space. "Mizerak had more power than people knew. Powerful stroke. Played good straight pool and 9-ball."
With that, he placed two object balls in the center of the table, and standing near the foot rail, he froze the cueball to the cushion. Jacking up that gigantic cue with his grip hand over his head, he speared the first ball in the cross-corner, gathered the cueball, and speared the next ball in like a xerox copy.
He turns to me with a wide, toothy grin and that gleam in his eye and says:
"Listen--The only person who shoots better than me...Is ME!!"
The crowd squealed with laughter. Earl - beaming and bemused, broke down his gear and headed on to his assigned table where his opponent was waiting.
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Great story...
A little video to go along with it....
https://youtu.be/6FL5N-j-87o
I could watch earl warm up four hours.
Earl is SVB's dad? Shirley Knott !!! LOL
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Where you been s
Thought everyone knew this, been knowing this for years since Earl's first trip to Dakotas !!!!
Thought everyone knew this, been knowing this for years since Earl's first trip to Dakotas !!!!
I think I dated a girl that dated Earl. The first time we were going to consummate our relationship, she said let me go slip into something more comfortable. I was under the covers shivering with excitement. About 5 min later she came strolling out of the bathroom wearing ski goggles, arm weights a back brace, and a helmet.
Oh, and yes, we still made love. My moral bar is set quite low.
Oh, and yes, we still made love. My moral bar is set quite low.
hahahahahahaha