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What if we took popular movie quotes and made them about pool?
Most golf fans will name this movie easily.
"Well, I tend to think of a pool stroke as a poem.
The critical opening phrase of this poem will always be the stance. The back foot is slid into a firm spot, turned just out for stability while the front foot moves forward, aiming along the target line. Pulled into position not by the hands but by the body, the stroke arm coils back while the bridge arm guides the cue forward as in a single elegant twist. Focus is everything; perfection unobtainable as the upper body begins to bend into position, bridge hand set like stone, eyes fixed on the target.
A few practice strokes and a slight hesitation. A little nod to the gods. That he is fallible. That perfection is unobtainable. Eyes fixed not on the pocket but on the object ball, always the object ball. Man's acknowledgment that cannot control the future but only the present. And now the stroke arm swings forward smooth and effortlessly pulled by the powers inside the earth. It is alive, this stroke! A single moving part in an otherwise frozen sculpture, straight through contact, always forward, striking the ball crisply, with character. A tuning fork goes off in your heart and your balls. Such a pure feeling is the well-struck pool shot. Now the follow through to finish along the sight line toward the cloth. Always online. The powerful gaze of the Rifleman. The soothing confidence of Willie Mosconi.
End the unfinished symphony of Floppage."
What if we took popular movie quotes and made them about pool?
Most golf fans will name this movie easily.
"Well, I tend to think of a pool stroke as a poem.
The critical opening phrase of this poem will always be the stance. The back foot is slid into a firm spot, turned just out for stability while the front foot moves forward, aiming along the target line. Pulled into position not by the hands but by the body, the stroke arm coils back while the bridge arm guides the cue forward as in a single elegant twist. Focus is everything; perfection unobtainable as the upper body begins to bend into position, bridge hand set like stone, eyes fixed on the target.
A few practice strokes and a slight hesitation. A little nod to the gods. That he is fallible. That perfection is unobtainable. Eyes fixed not on the pocket but on the object ball, always the object ball. Man's acknowledgment that cannot control the future but only the present. And now the stroke arm swings forward smooth and effortlessly pulled by the powers inside the earth. It is alive, this stroke! A single moving part in an otherwise frozen sculpture, straight through contact, always forward, striking the ball crisply, with character. A tuning fork goes off in your heart and your balls. Such a pure feeling is the well-struck pool shot. Now the follow through to finish along the sight line toward the cloth. Always online. The powerful gaze of the Rifleman. The soothing confidence of Willie Mosconi.
End the unfinished symphony of Floppage."