Practice practice practice
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Have been meaning to salute my coaches. Let’s see I already mentioned Ray Ellis. He had world class knowledge of baseball and taught me well how to be a world class catcher. Protecting the plate and acting as field general were my priorities. Kind of funny having the smallest and youngest player directing the play on the field. He told me a catcher that blinked could still be good but not great. I took it to heart. Of course some suspected my ability to protect the plate. Ray taught me if I got the ball before the runner arrived to go up the line to meet them. In the event of a collision if they managed to knock the ball out I still might be able to pick it up and tag them out if we are up the line. (He also taught me how to block in the event that they arrived before the ball.) So the biggest 12 year old in our league was going to test me. I got the ball as he was approaching 3rd. It was obvious he was coming. I raced up the line to meet him. I felt like I was racing to a collision with a locomotive. We met closer to third than home. I had no plan other than a noble death. He lowered his shoulder and I was bracing for impact. I had the ball protected in my throwing hand in the glove and pulled tight to my chest. Then he blinked. I extended the protected ball in both hands to touch his lowered shoulder and stepped out of the way, much like a matador.
Ok how to get this related to pool? Well when facing a player that by all evidence is much stronger I just try for a noble death. Focusing on the best of my ability. I have seen lots of players take themselves out of a game or match with a defeated attitude. Jimmy did that and dogged the 9 to allow me to the point match, setting up my recovery from down 6-2 going to 7.
Ok how to get this related to pool? Well when facing a player that by all evidence is much stronger I just try for a noble death. Focusing on the best of my ability. I have seen lots of players take themselves out of a game or match with a defeated attitude. Jimmy did that and dogged the 9 to allow me to the point match, setting up my recovery from down 6-2 going to 7.
Time for Mr Herb. He taught biology and coached baseball at Trinity High. He was such a good coach that after my freshman year he took a job in 
as a baseball coach for a college team. Mr Herb taught us that hitting was job one. If you can hit they will find a spot for you in the field. He showed me the mechanics of the swing and how to practice using our sliding glass door to inspect my form......for hours. He also taught to hit the aspirin tablet in the middle of the ball. Watching the bat go through the ball. Since he was varsity and I played jv, I was thrilled when he conducted our batting practice before one game. After my turn he complimented me saying I had the best form he had seen. I felt so inspired that I hit the cycle that day.
My technique playing pool is similar. In my practice I strive to be aware of the aspirin in the center and exactly where my cue tip will pass through the ball in relation to it. Watching the collision between tip and ball and the path through the ball works best for me. I should qualify that with Now. Willie Mosconi said object ball last and he made it work, well good enough for me:wink:. I achieved my earliest success doing just that. However after a break from the game (gold fever and Butte Creek) I was not able to perform to my previous level. I knew that Willie Hoppe was also world champion and taught cue ball last. So my switch came at the time I started The experiment thread. I have tried to document the players that do focus on the cue ball as it’s being struck. Not the only way but my preferred way now.
Practice with video is my glass door now. The teaching of Barry Stark is my choice for form.
as a baseball coach for a college team. Mr Herb taught us that hitting was job one. If you can hit they will find a spot for you in the field. He showed me the mechanics of the swing and how to practice using our sliding glass door to inspect my form......for hours. He also taught to hit the aspirin tablet in the middle of the ball. Watching the bat go through the ball. Since he was varsity and I played jv, I was thrilled when he conducted our batting practice before one game. After my turn he complimented me saying I had the best form he had seen. I felt so inspired that I hit the cycle that day.My technique playing pool is similar. In my practice I strive to be aware of the aspirin in the center and exactly where my cue tip will pass through the ball in relation to it. Watching the collision between tip and ball and the path through the ball works best for me. I should qualify that with Now. Willie Mosconi said object ball last and he made it work, well good enough for me:wink:. I achieved my earliest success doing just that. However after a break from the game (gold fever and Butte Creek) I was not able to perform to my previous level. I knew that Willie Hoppe was also world champion and taught cue ball last. So my switch came at the time I started The experiment thread. I have tried to document the players that do focus on the cue ball as it’s being struck. Not the only way but my preferred way now.
Practice with video is my glass door now. The teaching of Barry Stark is my choice for form.
Even in competition, the only time I chalk it is for a jump. Watching the tip strike the ball is done on the break by players that go to object ball last after the break. Seems like Earl
Edit: No statement by Earl but anecdotal information that he plays cue ball last.
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Well since 3 is a Big number in my theory of life. My third is Coach McHargue. Football was life for him. Stature resembled Mike Ditka, attitude as well. When he came to Trinity High they had not won a game in 2 years. His first season they lost the first 5 games. Then with only 13 players left they won the last 5. Then went on to win 31 straight. Trinity had a student body of around 250 and our league was schools of similar size. I played football for him as a junior and senior.(after much resistance from my parents as) I was 5’10 and 155 lbs. Thought I wanted to be a tight end, as I had good hands but not blazing speed(100 yard dash at 12.6 he he). He made me the center, well he taught and trained me as I had never even played football. He told me he wanted me there because the center handles the ball first on every play. Oh and on defense as a junior I was defensive tackle. Oh gawd, we were undefeated that year and the defensive tackle I would relieve (when the games were out of reach ) coach had named Elephant. He was all league and earned a sports scholarship to Arizona State. So I got to face the player that Elephant had been destroying. I felt like a punching bag. Was good training.
As a senior I was center and outside linebacker. After the previous years experience as defensive tackle I was thrilled to be back off that line.
Practice practice practice with Coach was grueling but world class. After the structured drills we always finish with wind sprints up very steep embankment and then what he called The Hair Run. 220 yards from one end zone around the opposite goal posts and back. The wind sprints usually went until someone puked.
I took the coaching to heart and during the summer I did sprints up the hill in front of the home. This led to me being either first or second in the hair run. (Some of the running backs would sandbag the sprints to have enough left to win the hair run. Couldn’t do it often though) That led to me being the first man in our wall kick off return. My favorite play.
Coach McHargue definitely taught me the benefits of practice and following the coaching.
Brag mode now:
As a senior we were the first team to lose a game. Making the break and run record 31. However that year we played two teams that were 3 times our size.(1000 students) Well the out of league adversaries were because of last 2 years records. Anyway, in a close game I didn’t leave the field. One of the big schools had 2 running backs that were 10 (maybe even sub) second sprinters. Their front line averaged close to 200. I was center and linebacker at 155. Coach could get us so high ( probably why I prefer playing on the natch)that running onto the field pre game, I couldn’t feel anything below my knees. (Just high on the match)He taught us the plays and methods and we execute.
We received the opening kick and I peeled right and went 5 yards from the sideline straight until the receiver (excuse me but I am getting giggling as the first time in a while to tell this story) catches the ball. He looks for me and I go straight to him. Now that I have him and he has me I look for the fastest man. He was focused on the receiver. As soon as the receiver cuts and he turns in persuit I am the interceptor missil launching to take him out at the center of gravity (center ball) or just a little lower for a great somersault. We executed the play perfectly and scored. On kickoff the ball struck one of the up men and we recovered. Ran one offensive play perfectly and scored. Now the score is 14-0 with 14 seconds off the clock!
We kick off and they get it to their 20. Now we are running my favorite defensive play, red dog (outside linebackers uh me) mad dog ( middle linebacker). Blitz would be cornerbacks so we were just one short of the trifecta. On red dog, I line up on the line just outside the tight end and from a four point stance launch through his hip. Straight into the play. Sweet he moved and let me through. I am face to face with the receiver of the pitch. 10 yards in the backfield. He jukes left then right and goes around and 80 yards for a touchdown. Kind of like when they break and run and I give it back. Fight On. 14-7 now. That little 10 second sprinter! Grrrrr. I had him........then I didn’t.
Ok slightest correction here (grampa error) what I outlined was goal line not red dog. Red dog I stood. Ok we battled the first half and held the lead. With only seconds on the clock till half time they got to our 1 yard line. We stopped them as time expired! And then the dreaded yellow flag and we had to do it again. On the snap their tight end providing no resistance it is deja vue all over again. Same as their first play. The little guy juked and I dove and caught him by the juking foot at the 10 yard line. He drug me to the 2 before I got help and we stopped them again. We won the game from there by that one touchdown. I think final was 21-14. Coach taught us that we played to have fun...... but it’s a lot easier to have fun when you are winning.
almost forgot Coach McHargue named every player. You know like Beast or Fireplug or Animal. Mine was Smiley.
As a senior I was center and outside linebacker. After the previous years experience as defensive tackle I was thrilled to be back off that line.
Practice practice practice with Coach was grueling but world class. After the structured drills we always finish with wind sprints up very steep embankment and then what he called The Hair Run. 220 yards from one end zone around the opposite goal posts and back. The wind sprints usually went until someone puked.
I took the coaching to heart and during the summer I did sprints up the hill in front of the home. This led to me being either first or second in the hair run. (Some of the running backs would sandbag the sprints to have enough left to win the hair run. Couldn’t do it often though) That led to me being the first man in our wall kick off return. My favorite play.
Coach McHargue definitely taught me the benefits of practice and following the coaching.
Brag mode now:
As a senior we were the first team to lose a game. Making the break and run record 31. However that year we played two teams that were 3 times our size.(1000 students) Well the out of league adversaries were because of last 2 years records. Anyway, in a close game I didn’t leave the field. One of the big schools had 2 running backs that were 10 (maybe even sub) second sprinters. Their front line averaged close to 200. I was center and linebacker at 155. Coach could get us so high ( probably why I prefer playing on the natch)that running onto the field pre game, I couldn’t feel anything below my knees. (Just high on the match)He taught us the plays and methods and we execute.
We received the opening kick and I peeled right and went 5 yards from the sideline straight until the receiver (excuse me but I am getting giggling as the first time in a while to tell this story) catches the ball. He looks for me and I go straight to him. Now that I have him and he has me I look for the fastest man. He was focused on the receiver. As soon as the receiver cuts and he turns in persuit I am the interceptor missil launching to take him out at the center of gravity (center ball) or just a little lower for a great somersault. We executed the play perfectly and scored. On kickoff the ball struck one of the up men and we recovered. Ran one offensive play perfectly and scored. Now the score is 14-0 with 14 seconds off the clock!
We kick off and they get it to their 20. Now we are running my favorite defensive play, red dog (outside linebackers uh me) mad dog ( middle linebacker). Blitz would be cornerbacks so we were just one short of the trifecta. On red dog, I line up on the line just outside the tight end and from a four point stance launch through his hip. Straight into the play. Sweet he moved and let me through. I am face to face with the receiver of the pitch. 10 yards in the backfield. He jukes left then right and goes around and 80 yards for a touchdown. Kind of like when they break and run and I give it back. Fight On. 14-7 now. That little 10 second sprinter! Grrrrr. I had him........then I didn’t.
Ok slightest correction here (grampa error) what I outlined was goal line not red dog. Red dog I stood. Ok we battled the first half and held the lead. With only seconds on the clock till half time they got to our 1 yard line. We stopped them as time expired! And then the dreaded yellow flag and we had to do it again. On the snap their tight end providing no resistance it is deja vue all over again. Same as their first play. The little guy juked and I dove and caught him by the juking foot at the 10 yard line. He drug me to the 2 before I got help and we stopped them again. We won the game from there by that one touchdown. I think final was 21-14. Coach taught us that we played to have fun...... but it’s a lot easier to have fun when you are winning.
almost forgot Coach McHargue named every player. You know like Beast or Fireplug or Animal. Mine was Smiley.
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Seriously now. Who encouraged grampa? As a carpenter at The Vit in Richland wa, we had a little:wink: down time. A young apprentice said, “you know Greg and Phil (the shop steward cough cough politician) have a lot of stories! But Greg tells his the same each time. 
Disclaimer:
So technically I am a Lead man (cough Person). That’s my preference for title. I have earned it. My cover is Jack of All Trades. I even dabled in the not recommended (down right stupid to most) practice of law. Speaking to the judge who enquired as to why I wanted to decline the help of the public pretenders. The charge was DUI only. I replied, “When I speak to my lawyer, I feel like I am speaking to the prosecutor.(After this case I learned that public defenders in Bellevue shared the same office. It was kind of like skins vs shirts. For the first quarter one side are defending the next prosecuting.) So the judge said Ok.
Short version of long story; I prevailed. Not Guilty.
My unintended prat fall after testifying, might have persuaded the magistrate.
Kind of like when I shit a ball in and want to claim it. I prefer to think of it as devine assistance. Of course having 4 CDBs, in a year and a half as a cadet at USAFA. Commandont Disciplinary Board was serious business. My first sentence was 4 months restrictions and 40 tours(1 hour marching with rifle). 5 in four years qualifies as an Ace. Threw me right in with the guys that knew how to break all the rules. Any way I had practice facing a judge and telling the truth. I had the same Lead Judge for all 4 visits before the board of 6 officers and 6 Cadet officers. A black major and well, we developed a relationship. The last visit he greated me with a smile and, “hello Mr Cantrall it’s good to see you again.” I replied, “No sir it is not.” As I stood at attention and barely suppressed a giggle.
No the funny part, forgot how I got here. Our upper grades teacher in 5-8, would do that quite often. Drifting off into stories and forgetting the subject.
So technically I am a Lead man (cough Person). That’s my preference for title. I have earned it. My cover is Jack of All Trades. I even dabled in the not recommended (down right stupid to most) practice of law. Speaking to the judge who enquired as to why I wanted to decline the help of the public pretenders. The charge was DUI only. I replied, “When I speak to my lawyer, I feel like I am speaking to the prosecutor.(After this case I learned that public defenders in Bellevue shared the same office. It was kind of like skins vs shirts. For the first quarter one side are defending the next prosecuting.) So the judge said Ok.
Short version of long story; I prevailed. Not Guilty.
My unintended prat fall after testifying, might have persuaded the magistrate.
Kind of like when I shit a ball in and want to claim it. I prefer to think of it as devine assistance. Of course having 4 CDBs, in a year and a half as a cadet at USAFA. Commandont Disciplinary Board was serious business. My first sentence was 4 months restrictions and 40 tours(1 hour marching with rifle). 5 in four years qualifies as an Ace. Threw me right in with the guys that knew how to break all the rules. Any way I had practice facing a judge and telling the truth. I had the same Lead Judge for all 4 visits before the board of 6 officers and 6 Cadet officers. A black major and well, we developed a relationship. The last visit he greated me with a smile and, “hello Mr Cantrall it’s good to see you again.” I replied, “No sir it is not.” As I stood at attention and barely suppressed a giggle.No the funny part, forgot how I got here. Our upper grades teacher in 5-8, would do that quite often. Drifting off into stories and forgetting the subject.
Ok where I get the tilting title of Lead:
During SERE training (yea now the shows call it SER). Survival Escape Resistance and Evasion consisted of 3 one week blocks. One week of survival was done in groups of approximately 500. (1500 Basic cadets with typical graduates of 759).
long story short version; I finished first in my group. The finals was a 10 mile hike at arox 10,000 feet above sea level.
Sorry I have a defective response when I hear that word; SIR MY ALTITUDE IS SEVEN THOUSAND TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY FEET ABOVE SEA LEVEL FAR FAR ABOVE ANNAPOLIS OR WEST POINT SIR.
During SERE training (yea now the shows call it SER). Survival Escape Resistance and Evasion consisted of 3 one week blocks. One week of survival was done in groups of approximately 500. (1500 Basic cadets with typical graduates of 759).
long story short version; I finished first in my group. The finals was a 10 mile hike at arox 10,000 feet above sea level.
Sorry I have a defective response when I hear that word; SIR MY ALTITUDE IS SEVEN THOUSAND TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY FEET ABOVE SEA LEVEL FAR FAR ABOVE ANNAPOLIS OR WEST POINT SIR.
Just got my second poke of Moderna! 15 minutes to chill. Don’t you just hate it when you get a tune stuck in your head?
“Just follow me.....I’m the pied popper”
“Just follow me.....I’m the pied popper”
Gold nugget:
The 2 bulls joke, you know the young Bull says to the old bull, “let’s run down there and enjoy one of those cows!” The old bull responds, “Let’s walk down and enjoy them all.”
If you are not practicing with the other hand. Why not?!? Running out of practice time trying to perfect that jump/massee, trying to get max draw? Or on and on re the flashie things. The basics did well for me. I encountered quite a few that had way more stroke than me. At the end of the night, the money was in my pocket. They underestimate the power of the basics. I relate it to the way Coach McHargue taught us (as undersized linemen) to always go from 4 point stance. Fire low and under their weight. Gave me a leverage advantage (jiu jitsu). I could control the table. They couldn’t help themselves and went for the show off shots. Low percentage. While I stayed vanilla and conect the dots outs. Walking not running.
The 2 bulls joke, you know the young Bull says to the old bull, “let’s run down there and enjoy one of those cows!” The old bull responds, “Let’s walk down and enjoy them all.”
If you are not practicing with the other hand. Why not?!? Running out of practice time trying to perfect that jump/massee, trying to get max draw? Or on and on re the flashie things. The basics did well for me. I encountered quite a few that had way more stroke than me. At the end of the night, the money was in my pocket. They underestimate the power of the basics. I relate it to the way Coach McHargue taught us (as undersized linemen) to always go from 4 point stance. Fire low and under their weight. Gave me a leverage advantage (jiu jitsu). I could control the table. They couldn’t help themselves and went for the show off shots. Low percentage. While I stayed vanilla and conect the dots outs. Walking not running.
My success when I was following Mosconi I attribute to my fight. By watching and hopefully controlling (not consoling stupid spellcheck might be Freudian) my cue tip path through the ball, I achieve incredible consistency. My earliest success came when I made a shot that, in practice I made 1/10. Now I am making those shots much higher percentage in practice. Hope that gives me more endurance, feeling angst wears on me.
Break time, should have a story here that relates to walk:
Must have been’89. Anyway at a time I was at the top of my game and was dabbling in my money making potential on bar tables. I had quit a job and had meager income from unemployment.
Friday night at the Seed 2 in Bellevue and hooked up with a young man experimenting in becoming a road player.(think he was from South Carolina and had made it to Seattle ) 9 ball at $10/game. I had $110 and next check was a week away. With 45 minutes left in the night, I was $80 stuck and weighed my options. Hmmm $30 till next Friday? Not an option, better suck it up was my thought. And I did winning 13 games (without him getting a chance in one). So I was up $50. as we were unscrewing he commented, “I can’t beat your Slow Game.” I was thinking, wow 13 games in 45 minutes is not slow and he never came to the table with a shot. Couldn’t mean it distract him. So it actually pointed out to me that I was taking more time with the critical steps.
Edit: Did the math and allowing 30 seconds to rack each game I get 20 seconds per ball.
Must have been’89. Anyway at a time I was at the top of my game and was dabbling in my money making potential on bar tables. I had quit a job and had meager income from unemployment.
Friday night at the Seed 2 in Bellevue and hooked up with a young man experimenting in becoming a road player.(think he was from South Carolina and had made it to Seattle ) 9 ball at $10/game. I had $110 and next check was a week away. With 45 minutes left in the night, I was $80 stuck and weighed my options. Hmmm $30 till next Friday? Not an option, better suck it up was my thought. And I did winning 13 games (without him getting a chance in one). So I was up $50. as we were unscrewing he commented, “I can’t beat your Slow Game.” I was thinking, wow 13 games in 45 minutes is not slow and he never came to the table with a shot. Couldn’t mean it distract him. So it actually pointed out to me that I was taking more time with the critical steps.
Edit: Did the math and allowing 30 seconds to rack each game I get 20 seconds per ball.
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To the 45 minutes story; Saturday morning he returned and wanted to play $3 nine ball. I declined saying, “I can’t beat you for $3. If we’re going to play it will have to be $10 or $20.” Of course he turns to the nearest person and complains that I have his money and won’t play him now. He was immediately corrected. $3 no $10-20 sure. He sulked and left.
It just dawned on me that that was the time I spent a lot of my morning practice racking and breaking 3 ball then kick the balls in.(I could catch them) Getting a practice session for a quarter.
The rail first shot can be effected by the slightest off target strike on the cue ball. It really improved all aspects but the kicking skills paid major dividends as well.
It just dawned on me that that was the time I spent a lot of my morning practice racking and breaking 3 ball then kick the balls in.(I could catch them) Getting a practice session for a quarter.
The rail first shot can be effected by the slightest off target strike on the cue ball. It really improved all aspects but the kicking skills paid major dividends as well.
Story time:
Just heard of a young player saying something to the effect of; He didn’t want to play for money because he thought about the money. That’s why I told South Carolina, no $3. His skills were stronger than mine. I mean physical mechanics and abilities. If he got the chance to play me for $3 he could have owned me. Uh through practice.
I sincerely believe in paying for lessons. Whether giving or receiving. $50 an hour seems like a bargain. My first lesson from Gunther was $1/game 8 ball. He didn’t realize I was interested in the lesson. I mean I had paid for the beer +. He says, “uh We don’t need to play for the dollar.” To which I replied, “Oh yes we do!”
Just heard of a young player saying something to the effect of; He didn’t want to play for money because he thought about the money. That’s why I told South Carolina, no $3. His skills were stronger than mine. I mean physical mechanics and abilities. If he got the chance to play me for $3 he could have owned me. Uh through practice.
I sincerely believe in paying for lessons. Whether giving or receiving. $50 an hour seems like a bargain.
My first lesson from Gunther was $1/game 8 ball. He didn’t realize I was interested in the lesson. I mean I had paid for the beer +. He says, “uh We don’t need to play for the dollar.” To which I replied, “Oh yes we do!”
As for lesson proceeds I would ask for support for your local search and rescue. If you find value.
Almost forgot the original wandering
Lesson/brag:
Around 1980, I could play pretty good until it was $1. Which was my original experience with bars. At that time it was pretty much required minimum to play. I had been paying for years.
Then I was in a situation. The H bar B in uh not Riverbank but the Cowboy Capital of the world. Friday night at closing time we hold the partners table. Our challengers are the champion Bulldogers.(you know uh jump off the back of a running horse to grab that steer by the.....) Holy Shit! As I am fixing to break she(newly uh met and I wanted to impress) whispered in my ear, “this is for a six pack of Michelobe. It was closing time. I had spent all of the recreational money. My pockets were empty, and I stepped up and broke the balls thinking “I wonder how much blood for a six pack?” It definitely elevated my adrenaline. The first time I ever broke and ran. As we were drinking the beer she told me, “oh I know the bartender, I could have put it on a tab.” Grrrrrrr!
Lesson/brag:
Around 1980, I could play pretty good until it was $1. Which was my original experience with bars. At that time it was pretty much required minimum to play. I had been paying for years.
Then I was in a situation. The H bar B in uh not Riverbank but the Cowboy Capital of the world. Friday night at closing time we hold the partners table. Our challengers are the champion Bulldogers.(you know uh jump off the back of a running horse to grab that steer by the.....) Holy Shit! As I am fixing to break she(newly uh met and I wanted to impress) whispered in my ear, “this is for a six pack of Michelobe. It was closing time. I had spent all of the recreational money. My pockets were empty, and I stepped up and broke the balls thinking “I wonder how much blood for a six pack?” It definitely elevated my adrenaline. The first time I ever broke and ran. As we were drinking the beer she told me, “oh I know the bartender, I could have put it on a tab.” Grrrrrrr!
We have been married every since. The joke is; two of the best years of my life. Don’t tell Jackie!
And I did get her back.
True Story (most likely posted elsewhere) re run:
A scotch doubles tournament in Everett, WA. Race to 4 nine ball. Alternate break within each team but winner breaks. We were playing Lavern and Joe. I knew there was uh rivalry between Jackie and Lavern. Joe and I had a friend bet of $20. Jackie is breaking first and I see the deer in the headlights when I look at her eyes. Lavern and Joe have a chance to win the tournament. We have a chance to win a couple. So I stepped close and leaned into her ear. “ Did you hear what Lavern said?” She acted like I had a prod. “What?” Through clenched teeth was her response. “Never mind!” As I turned and went to my seat.
She snapped the nine.
They racked and I broke making a ball.
She made the 1-9. 2-0.
She broke, I made the 1 and she makes the 2-9. 3-0.
I made a ball on the break and she fired in the 1-9.
I had to run to intercept her as she headed for the handshake. I whispered, “Honey, Lavern never said anything.” I didn’t know my wife could swear like a sailor.
And I did get her back.
True Story (most likely posted elsewhere) re run:
A scotch doubles tournament in Everett, WA. Race to 4 nine ball. Alternate break within each team but winner breaks. We were playing Lavern and Joe. I knew there was uh rivalry between Jackie and Lavern. Joe and I had a friend bet of $20. Jackie is breaking first and I see the deer in the headlights when I look at her eyes. Lavern and Joe have a chance to win the tournament. We have a chance to win a couple. So I stepped close and leaned into her ear. “ Did you hear what Lavern said?” She acted like I had a prod. “What?” Through clenched teeth was her response. “Never mind!” As I turned and went to my seat.
She snapped the nine.
They racked and I broke making a ball.
She made the 1-9. 2-0.
She broke, I made the 1 and she makes the 2-9. 3-0.
I made a ball on the break and she fired in the 1-9.
I had to run to intercept her as she headed for the handshake. I whispered, “Honey, Lavern never said anything.” I didn’t know my wife could swear like a sailor.
The precision of the strike on the cue ball is King. The best way I can achieve that is by watching which can lead to observe a lot (sorry Yogi I butchered it).
My optimal beer content used to be 3. As I worked a physical job and that got the muscles to relax. In my top tournament finish, I started with water, coffee and beer at the table. Barely touched coffee:yuk: used maybe half a beer/match with the water for the times the habit kicked. I had the luxury of a whole week to prepare for the tournament which included getting there the night before. Playing left handed to avoid fatigue in the best hand.
Just preparing for league. I swear them off yearly but perhaps community service? So I must, I must, beer it up. Strictly medical
Just preparing for league. I swear them off yearly but perhaps community service? So I must, I must, beer it up. Strictly medical