Many moons ago I reminisced about a trick shot with a woman involved named Lisa and it recently came to my attention she passed a few months ago, though she was six years my junior.
Far, far too young.
I posted a recollection on her FB obit page:
I first met Lisa when, as the new public affairs officer for Torrejon AB in 1983, I was given an ARFTs studio tour. Of course Lisa grabbed my attention, she was a knockout. Months later she was given the assignment to cover my USAFE 14.1 pool tournament win. So, with cameraman along we shot a segment. (I will provide the details of that shortly.) After that we became good friends, often dancing at Joy Eslava, Madrid's answer to Studio 54, into the wee hours. Sometimes she'd just stop by my apartment in Alcala de Henares, the small town I lived in back then, and we'd drink down the bottles of Spanish cava I always had on hand. One weekend she introduce me to her dad, a senior enlisted Navy chief, and we all had dinner at a small crepe restaurant in Alcala. Another weekend we teamed up for a base summer party for a water ballon competition -- I made sure she lost, lol. Lisa was *always* the best of friends to me, sometimes when things weren't going so good with whatever girlfriend I had at the time. Once, after I began dating Gail, my wife to be, Gail suggested I invite Lisa over to my apartment for dinner. So I did and Lisa showed up in a white tube top, black mini-skirt, white ankle socks, and black 5" heels. Gail whispered to me, "If you thought this was going to make me feel any better about Lisa being your friend -- that was a bad idea." There are many stories I could tell about Lisa and how wonderful she was. I mourn her passing, even though we did not keep in touch over the years. Lisa was one of a kind.
I also wanted to repost my original post here.
Lisa and the Trick Shot
(originally posted on AZBilliards during a discussion of tricks shots)
(insert flash back music)
I was stationed at Torrejon AB, just outside of Madrid, for a while back in my younger single days. One year I won the base level tournament, the Mediterranean championship in Italy, and flew out to Germany where I won the USAF European 14.1 championship. After the tournament I get back to Spain and the base television station wants to do a piece on me. So they send out a camera man and this young female sergeant to do the interview.
Her name was Lisa (beautiful face, bee-stung lips, great figure, legs that went on forever), who I had unsuccessfully lusted after for months. So they set up to shoot and the cameraman asks me to shoot some balls off. I do an interview and then the cameraman says, "Hey, can you shoot any trick shots involving Lisa?"
Now, she's in uniform (a skirt) and I'm thinking to myself, "Self, THIS is a golden opportunity."
So I'm desperately trying to think up some trick shot I can shoot and I can't come up with anything and Lisa is looking at me and finally my testosterone addled brain comes up with the brilliant idea of shooting the "Object Ball Out of the Volunteer's Mouth" shot.
Now frankly, that I had never shot this shot before, even just once, constituting some kind of problem, did not cross my hormone overdosed mind for a nano second.
So I explain the shot and Lisa looks at me dubiously with these huge brown eyes with unbelievable lashes and agrees to participate. So she lays down across the table, legs hanging over the side in her USAF-issued black leather pumps, and I'm rearranging her as much as I can legally get away with and I lean over and tell her to hold the piece of chalk in her teeth. I gently place the chalk between her amazing lips, with an object ball on top of the chalk. Then, as the shot prescribes, I set the cue ball on the rail on top of another couple of pieces of chalk. I describe the shot to the camera, get down, take careful aim, and shoot the shot.
I miss it. Badly.
In fact, I have just smacked lovely Lisa full in the mouth with a flying cue ball, causing her bee-stung lips to swell up even more than their natural state, and she immediately starts to look like a boxer who's just gone ten rounds in the wrong weight class. (There might have been dental damage too.)
Lisa shoots up off the table holding her mouth glaring at me and I think to meself, "Self, now you've done it." So I'm apologizing left and right and I start laughing a little. I can't help myself. And it gets worse and now I'm laughing a lot because it was kinda of funny. And then I see the cameraman is hiding, laughing his ass off behind the camera, and the photographer for the base paper is also cracking up.
After everyone calms down a little they play the tape back on the monitor and we're all on the floor because the tape is absolutely hilarious: me, looking like I know what I'm doing; Lisa draped over the table (in a skirt and pumps); me describing the shot; and then popping Lisa in the kisser.
Well, the upshot is that I continued to tell Lisa how eternally sorry I was and to make it up I wanted to take her out to dinner and dancing. And she agreed and we did and we danced all night and it was great.
Best trick shot I never made.
Lou Figueroa
RIP Lisa
Far, far too young.
I posted a recollection on her FB obit page:
I first met Lisa when, as the new public affairs officer for Torrejon AB in 1983, I was given an ARFTs studio tour. Of course Lisa grabbed my attention, she was a knockout. Months later she was given the assignment to cover my USAFE 14.1 pool tournament win. So, with cameraman along we shot a segment. (I will provide the details of that shortly.) After that we became good friends, often dancing at Joy Eslava, Madrid's answer to Studio 54, into the wee hours. Sometimes she'd just stop by my apartment in Alcala de Henares, the small town I lived in back then, and we'd drink down the bottles of Spanish cava I always had on hand. One weekend she introduce me to her dad, a senior enlisted Navy chief, and we all had dinner at a small crepe restaurant in Alcala. Another weekend we teamed up for a base summer party for a water ballon competition -- I made sure she lost, lol. Lisa was *always* the best of friends to me, sometimes when things weren't going so good with whatever girlfriend I had at the time. Once, after I began dating Gail, my wife to be, Gail suggested I invite Lisa over to my apartment for dinner. So I did and Lisa showed up in a white tube top, black mini-skirt, white ankle socks, and black 5" heels. Gail whispered to me, "If you thought this was going to make me feel any better about Lisa being your friend -- that was a bad idea." There are many stories I could tell about Lisa and how wonderful she was. I mourn her passing, even though we did not keep in touch over the years. Lisa was one of a kind.
I also wanted to repost my original post here.
Lisa and the Trick Shot
(originally posted on AZBilliards during a discussion of tricks shots)
(insert flash back music)
I was stationed at Torrejon AB, just outside of Madrid, for a while back in my younger single days. One year I won the base level tournament, the Mediterranean championship in Italy, and flew out to Germany where I won the USAF European 14.1 championship. After the tournament I get back to Spain and the base television station wants to do a piece on me. So they send out a camera man and this young female sergeant to do the interview.
Her name was Lisa (beautiful face, bee-stung lips, great figure, legs that went on forever), who I had unsuccessfully lusted after for months. So they set up to shoot and the cameraman asks me to shoot some balls off. I do an interview and then the cameraman says, "Hey, can you shoot any trick shots involving Lisa?"
Now, she's in uniform (a skirt) and I'm thinking to myself, "Self, THIS is a golden opportunity."
So I'm desperately trying to think up some trick shot I can shoot and I can't come up with anything and Lisa is looking at me and finally my testosterone addled brain comes up with the brilliant idea of shooting the "Object Ball Out of the Volunteer's Mouth" shot.
Now frankly, that I had never shot this shot before, even just once, constituting some kind of problem, did not cross my hormone overdosed mind for a nano second.
So I explain the shot and Lisa looks at me dubiously with these huge brown eyes with unbelievable lashes and agrees to participate. So she lays down across the table, legs hanging over the side in her USAF-issued black leather pumps, and I'm rearranging her as much as I can legally get away with and I lean over and tell her to hold the piece of chalk in her teeth. I gently place the chalk between her amazing lips, with an object ball on top of the chalk. Then, as the shot prescribes, I set the cue ball on the rail on top of another couple of pieces of chalk. I describe the shot to the camera, get down, take careful aim, and shoot the shot.
I miss it. Badly.
In fact, I have just smacked lovely Lisa full in the mouth with a flying cue ball, causing her bee-stung lips to swell up even more than their natural state, and she immediately starts to look like a boxer who's just gone ten rounds in the wrong weight class. (There might have been dental damage too.)
Lisa shoots up off the table holding her mouth glaring at me and I think to meself, "Self, now you've done it." So I'm apologizing left and right and I start laughing a little. I can't help myself. And it gets worse and now I'm laughing a lot because it was kinda of funny. And then I see the cameraman is hiding, laughing his ass off behind the camera, and the photographer for the base paper is also cracking up.
After everyone calms down a little they play the tape back on the monitor and we're all on the floor because the tape is absolutely hilarious: me, looking like I know what I'm doing; Lisa draped over the table (in a skirt and pumps); me describing the shot; and then popping Lisa in the kisser.
Well, the upshot is that I continued to tell Lisa how eternally sorry I was and to make it up I wanted to take her out to dinner and dancing. And she agreed and we did and we danced all night and it was great.
Best trick shot I never made.
Lou Figueroa
RIP Lisa
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