Pool and drink

One of my partners played extremely well while stoned. Calmed him down and he'd hit a trance-like state.
My peripheral goes all to hell, not to mention hand/eye hits the crapper. Only on pot mind you. 😉
Well yeah....The focus factor is available. The distraction factor is the downside. Hey would you know how my wife changes subject mid sentence?
As a natural condition it's uh definitely fun. 🤷‍♂️ Cole said, "I started playing pool cause it was fun. Once I started doing it for A Living, it was no longer fun."
I dodge a bullet or perhaps missed the lesson opportunity with Cole.
Re tell Story alert: should be the same. 🤷‍♂️
After close of the start up pool place north Seattle maybe Lynnwood. Sitting in the back of the cruising mini van, Cole and I burned one. When I turned chatty Kathy and gushed about my newfound left handed game and bragged on $250 and 100 and 50 wins with no loss,....Cole held up the stop sign and enquired, "just how good do you shot Left handed.?" My, "as good as you" brashness got the enquiry, "how much money do you have on you? You know they will let us back in while they are cleaning. "
Whew 250 wasn't enough.
 
it can get some a little less jittery.

but to do it to help you at things really means you are an alcoholic or in the beginnings of one.

been a bunch of pool players that thought they could be drinking and playing. they are all dead now, died young, or alive and broke.
 
If there is money at stake, in tournament play I have never drank any alcohol since early 90s. I tried it as a teenager because it was exciting but didn't get any benefits. As a matter of fact, I hardly ever mix any alcohol with pool unless it's a special occasion like a pool club anniversary party or such.
With some age, when I drink just one beer it's like someone turns on a stove in my head and I start sweating from my head. Also my eye vision gets blurry after just 1-2 beers. There was one exception: in a 1pocket tournament I was shooting blanks the first couple of matches and decided to have a 2-3 beers before my next match. I did'n play any worse, nor better but the beer tasted pretty good. "Revenge beer" - in your face 1pocket, haha! (I love the game, btw). My theory is that since I am not a flow player, I always prepare and shoot methodically and alcohol messes up my natural shooting rhythm.
 
I wonder if the "beer goggles" that make some shoot better are the same ones that make all of the girls look better at closing time???
 
It seems like on league night there are very few of us not drinking shots and buckets or vaping outside. No nicotine in those vapes, either.
 
it can get some a little less jittery.

but to do it to help you at things really means you are an alcoholic or in the beginnings of one.

been a bunch of pool players that thought they could be drinking and playing. they are all dead now, died young, or alive and broke.
Oh so true. Cole and I were close in age. He isn't the only classmate that's left this level.....
Drugs got 'em sooner but alcohol probably has more of my high school class of '69.
I witnessed the decline of Cole
There must be a New Years toast .????
"On the fields of Friendly strife are sewn the seeds, that on later dates will bear the fruits of victory. " I can't remember who but it's an approximate shun anyway. 😉
So uh Tap Er Light! For many more Happy New Years....
 
One of my partners played extremely well while stoned. Calmed him down and he'd hit a trance-like state.
My peripheral goes all to hell, not to mention hand/eye hits the crapper. Only on pot mind you. 😉
I played Waterdog when he was high on acid. He was shooting at the Moon on every shot. I won all his money easily, maybe 200. He asked me for 20 to get back to L.A. and I gave it to him. Later on people couldn't believe I beat Waterdog. After awhile I just quit explaining to them what really happened.
 
Oh so true. Cole and I were close in age. He isn't the only classmate that's left this level.....
Drugs got 'em sooner but alcohol probably has more of my high school class of '69.
I witnessed the decline of Cole
There must be a New Years toast .????
"On the fields of Friendly strife are sewn the seeds, that on later dates will bear the fruits of victory. " I can't remember who but it's an approximate shun anyway. 😉
So uh Tap Er Light! For many more Happy New Years....
He went from a lights out killer to a complete go off! I saw him lose all his money in one day playing poker, after he had worked for months building a house for someone up in Carson City. He was a good carpenter.
 
. He was a good carpenter
He was a hard worker. He worked all day and night Saturday until noon Sunday to earn $25,000 playing Harry one pocket at 1,000 a game. He was working and kept the alcohol under control.
Cole must have been Dennis The Menice growing up. This clip reminds me of the night I took him to his room and tucked him into bed.
We managed the motel and I was on the desk when Cole woke up. The switchboard light indicated a call from his room. When I picked up, Cole asked, "Where's my cue?"
"It's in the bed next to you." Was my reply. 🤷‍♂️
 
I played Waterdog when he was high on acid. He was shooting at the Moon on every shot. I won all his money easily, maybe 200. He asked me for 20 to get back to L.A. and I gave it to him. Later on people couldn't believe I beat Waterdog. After awhile I just quit explaining to them what really happened.
I had a similar experience. We had started at 5 and I got stuck 35 or 40 before I got a feeling for the table. As soon as I got one back my opponent asked to raise it to 10. "Sure" was my answer. It didn't take long to get the score back to even at which time he asked for 20 a game. I was in stroke and welcomed the raise. When I won the game that busted him. (probably 120) He said, "Well I have it but need it for groceries."
My response was, "I don't want it." It wasn't about the money. I just wanted to make him quit. 🤷‍♂️ I bought him a drink and listened to his stories of winning over a thousand in a game that started as ours had.
Another story. (Imagine that 😉)
Pigeon Dave had a gambling class that he conducted with the youngsters at Geiler's pool room in Auburn. Dave made his money playing cards...well mostly. If the table talk got them to a pool game he had skills and heart there too. His lessons included, "always give 'em a walking bean".
Dave and I tore up a Scotch Doubles ring game at 10 a stick one night. He was upset with me (probably righteous) and we didn't speak. We just each refused to miss. Kind of a "I made mine, Take That!" relationship. We made both the other teams quit or perhaps the bar closed. 🤷‍♂️ We eventually patched the friendship, just not that night. It wasn't about friendship that night.
 
I wonder if the "beer goggles" that make some shoot better are the same ones that make all of the girls look better at closing time???
This reminds me of my endeavor to learn to golf. I called my father and asked, "I keep slicing everything to the right. What should I do?" His answer was straight forward and simple, "Have another beer and you won't care!"
 
Morning meds story. Happy New year.
My favorite beer story requires a little uh groundwork.
I was working a tilt up job in Muddy Frogwater. Friday 8 ball on the Tri Cities, tavern 2 barbox field of friendly strife. I had been connecting the girders overhead all day. Maybe a 3-5 lb weight. Mr Herb in high-school baseball discouraged weight work in season. 😉 So I have an Excuse for the 3 beer consumption. I was on the second chance side of the $5 tournament. I had however found my balance. Playing semi final game. It came down to a good battle with a worthy opponent. With him having a lone soldier before the 8 ball. I had 2 and took on the extreme cut on one of my balls that left me perfect on my last ball....plus a similar extreme cut was what I would have left him. Well I was so jazzed by the "I can make anything and will win it all." Thought......I cut in his ball and finished perfect on the 8 ball. I was genuinely puzzled when he called foul quietly as I set the bridge and called the pocket.
3rd place might have covered my beer tab. 🤷‍♂️ 😉
 
Ooops the footnote is the pace of work I had set on the Muddy Frog water job.....they company gave the customer some money back.
 
Morning meds story. Happy New year.
My favorite beer story requires a little uh groundwork.
I was working a tilt up job in Muddy Frogwater. Friday 8 ball on the Tri Cities, tavern 2 barbox field of friendly strife. I had been connecting the girders overhead all day. Maybe a 3-5 lb weight. Mr Herb in high-school baseball discouraged weight work in season. 😉 So I have an Excuse for the 3 beer consumption. I was on the second chance side of the $5 tournament. I had however found my balance. Playing semi final game. It came down to a good battle with a worthy opponent. With him having a lone soldier before the 8 ball. I had 2 and took on the extreme cut on one of my balls that left me perfect on my last ball....plus a similar extreme cut was what I would have left him. Well I was so jazzed by the "I can make anything and will win it all." Thought......I cut in his ball and finished perfect on the 8 ball. I was genuinely puzzled when he called foul quietly as I set the bridge and called the pocket.
3rd place might have covered my beer tab. 🤷‍♂️ 😉
Wait...what was that foul ? You cutshot his ball ? Which you thought was your ? 🤣🤣
 
I played Waterdog when he was high on acid. He was shooting at the Moon on every shot. I won all his money easily, maybe 200. He asked me for 20 to get back to L.A. and I gave it to him. Later on people couldn't believe I beat Waterdog. After awhile I just quit explaining to them what really happened.
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Yeah, that shit should probably NOT be for humans.
 
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