There's too many threads to sift thru to find an appropriate place to post my unobstructed
view of the last Cup day of '13, and whatever I perceive to have seen. There was so much going down, it's impossible for me to fully describe. I won't apologize for the length of this one. (It could be longer...)
OMFG
As I sit in bed at the Mirage, at whatF'g am it is, room service beckons. FOOD, YAY!
Had a candid discussion with Barry H (foot boot on and all) outside when it was 10 - 2. Cup changes appear imminent...
Before the mayhem... Someone, I wonder who
, got Michaela's and K Shu's white ref gloves. Michaelas were signed and ummm - personalized.
So we went to our room after MVP Neil's dropped the case ball for the 11 - 2 massacre. Freshened with ice water, breath mints and Kleenex.
So... It all moved to the Beatles Love Lounge at Mirage (ironic name, eh?).
1st round at Love: UUUUURup!
2nd round: UUUUUUURup!!!!
Lou, Pinky, Cuebuddy and I were in mourning there, yet happy for team Urup. It was jubilant.
We'd callled Hatch's room and encouraged him to attend.
Good gracious, besides the entire Euro team, there were so many in attendence.
Then it got progressively twerky after each round was served. Brits have no quarrel grabbin yo sh1t and laughing in your face (with you).
Hatch spilled his 2 cents on the meaning of "team", with all Euro ears nodding in agreement.
First to claim a BAC over .2 was Mika. He was f'g hilarious (and rather happy). Daz, who was not far behind Mika's BAC, was holding him up, lower lip leading the way. Boyes got a little chippy - Hatch was none too happy with that.
Michaela tried to ref, but she had no gloves, she was off the clock.
Jay tried to ref too. To no avail.
Jayson tried to ref. Nuh uh.
After all the brown suits showed, kisses and hugs ensued, and world order
was restored. Lots of head rubbing (most of ém bald, wtf?)
Then Mrs Tabb took exception to a funny, pool schooled chap (Scott?) proclaiming there was cut breaking going on and why didn't she call it. She has a full vocabulary. Pool chap crawfishes. Then pool chap shakes my paw on a $100 bet that Johann has truly coached his last Cup.
Lou was now long gone
. But not before the lovely Angel Levine had taken us to her room where she shows us her ... laptop. Shows us some cool raw footage of a documentary she's working on. With hopes at the Sundance Festival upcoming in Utah. Thanks Angel - passion for pool epitimized. Lou, you're more fun in person than I'd have thought. :thumbup:
Jay then proclaims his More Pool Wars book is imminent. :thumbup:
People at this point were making less sense than a kindergardner overdosed on Butterfingers and NyQuil. Maybe I'll remember more after some coffee.
There was far more action at the Love lounge than the arena. Might take me a few therapy sessions to get over it.
Since it took me 5 hours to compose this (may have slept a few of them), I can''t wait to either go back to sleep or see what pic's have been posted. Might have been 1000 pic's and vids taken. Easily.
Cheerio,
Matt

OMFG
As I sit in bed at the Mirage, at whatF'g am it is, room service beckons. FOOD, YAY!
Had a candid discussion with Barry H (foot boot on and all) outside when it was 10 - 2. Cup changes appear imminent...
Before the mayhem... Someone, I wonder who

So we went to our room after MVP Neil's dropped the case ball for the 11 - 2 massacre. Freshened with ice water, breath mints and Kleenex.
So... It all moved to the Beatles Love Lounge at Mirage (ironic name, eh?).
1st round at Love: UUUUURup!
2nd round: UUUUUUURup!!!!
Lou, Pinky, Cuebuddy and I were in mourning there, yet happy for team Urup. It was jubilant.
We'd callled Hatch's room and encouraged him to attend.
Good gracious, besides the entire Euro team, there were so many in attendence.
Then it got progressively twerky after each round was served. Brits have no quarrel grabbin yo sh1t and laughing in your face (with you).
Hatch spilled his 2 cents on the meaning of "team", with all Euro ears nodding in agreement.
First to claim a BAC over .2 was Mika. He was f'g hilarious (and rather happy). Daz, who was not far behind Mika's BAC, was holding him up, lower lip leading the way. Boyes got a little chippy - Hatch was none too happy with that.
Michaela tried to ref, but she had no gloves, she was off the clock.
Jay tried to ref too. To no avail.
Jayson tried to ref. Nuh uh.
After all the brown suits showed, kisses and hugs ensued, and world order

Then Mrs Tabb took exception to a funny, pool schooled chap (Scott?) proclaiming there was cut breaking going on and why didn't she call it. She has a full vocabulary. Pool chap crawfishes. Then pool chap shakes my paw on a $100 bet that Johann has truly coached his last Cup.
Lou was now long gone

Jay then proclaims his More Pool Wars book is imminent. :thumbup:
People at this point were making less sense than a kindergardner overdosed on Butterfingers and NyQuil. Maybe I'll remember more after some coffee.
There was far more action at the Love lounge than the arena. Might take me a few therapy sessions to get over it.
Since it took me 5 hours to compose this (may have slept a few of them), I can''t wait to either go back to sleep or see what pic's have been posted. Might have been 1000 pic's and vids taken. Easily.
Cheerio,
Matt