Down at the pool hall where I regularly practice there are a couple of very nice, attractive and dedicated women players. Both of them play the guys one pocket and put forward a decent entry level game. Nevertheless they both practice hard and play their best. I respect that. Last night one of them was practicing off the end of my table.
She tried to shoot a twice straight back which ended on the center diamond of the short rail. She sighed and said, to no one in particular, "some day I'll make it" to which I exclaimed as I was walking by "No you won't. There's no hole there."
That is the secret after all. See that green stuff. That's rail. Stop shooting at that. Shoot at the holes.
She tried to shoot a twice straight back which ended on the center diamond of the short rail. She sighed and said, to no one in particular, "some day I'll make it" to which I exclaimed as I was walking by "No you won't. There's no hole there."

That is the secret after all. See that green stuff. That's rail. Stop shooting at that. Shoot at the holes.
