"Put the ball in the pocket" aiming system
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I like the part, "If ya don't put it in the hole, yer not doing it right".
Filmed in Alaska. I'm thinking these guys are either out wrasslin Griz Bears or they are practicing PIITH.
Filmed in Alaska. I'm thinking these guys are either out wrasslin Griz Bears or they are practicing PIITH.
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Oh man I never get tired of watching that!
As long as I get a 1 of 1,000,000 print copy of the $3 challenge along with it.
What? No special TOI Butt Plugs are needed?
I figured that I would need both a left and right one.
You probably make them from leather anyway. I''l take a Western Tooled one. Ride em cowboy.
I figured that I would need both a left and right one.
You probably make them from leather anyway. I''l take a Western Tooled one. Ride em cowboy.
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I was told sticking a clove of garlic up there works better than prep h.
"Garlic is the teacher"
Just want to tell a story about Al Bryan, the guy in the video who can play one eyed....:smile:
"Black Al" was a pro level player at one time, beat several of the better players on the tournament circuit in the 90s including Jeff Carter when Carter was ranked number 4 in the country. Al grew up playing at Smiths in Springfield Mass, and by the time he went to Vietnam was an excellent player. Came back and resumed his passion for the game and became a 100 ball runner. Al went on the road with a couple of his mentors in his early 20s and was a force to be reckoned with by the time he made it to Alaska. Al came for the pipeline money, and made his way to Prudhoe Bay. After numerous "slope brides" would call the guys running the work camps complaining that their husbands weren't sending home their paychecks, Al's picture went up on the wall with a "do not play this guy" note tacked to it. Al took this as a symbol of pride that he would joke about from time to time. Being a straight pool guy mainly, when Al got to Anchorage he cleaned up on the 8 and 9 ball players. He had this laugh that always made me smile when he would say something like.... "They were struggling to run 8 balls....... The KIDS where I grew up were 30-40 ball runners"
Al was a multi time Alaska State Champion in 8,9 and straights. Through the years he would play some of the west coast tournaments and fair very well, beating guys like Jeff Carter. His favorite match to talk about was with Jim Rempe. Neither man missed a ball, and only left the table on dry breaks. Al was running 1-2-3 racks at a time, Rempe was running 3s on up. Rempe ended up winning, and at that point Al said, "Thats when I knew I needed to work on my break....."
I usually played Al 9 ball and one pocket, but I got a wild hair and wanted to play him some straights. He started me off with a 25 or 50 ball spot I cant remember now. But I do recall it wasnt enough......
Then he offer to play me '50 no count' and I quickly realized why he was so happy I took the first spot. He was a machine.
Al had a serious accident some years back at the Bush Company. He fell off the landing and landed beside a truck. As he was trying to pick himself up, the truck took off not knowing somebody was pulling them self up. Al got pulled under the truck, and the rear wheel ran over his head. Several skull fractures, broken jaw etc etc etc. should have killed him, but he managed to survive. After about a couple of weeks in the ICU, Al checked himself out of the hospital and came back to the pool hall where he lived in the back room. He said be missed the sound of the game.
Over time, Al got some of his game back, but never quite all of it. The accident left him cross eyed, so he kept one eye closed so it wouldnt screw with his vision as badly. Even after the accident, Al was a threat to run 3-4 racks on you.
After my wifes stroke, I took a hiatus from pool for a while, and lost touch with Al. He ended up getting a settlement from the accident, and moved to Vegas, a town he dearly loved. Even if he wasnt in action himself, he loved being near it.
Sadly, this past Christmas I got a call telling me that Al had passed. As a grown man, I have no problem telling you I cried when I got the news. Every time I play pool, or even think about pool, I cant help thinking about "Black Al". He was a mentor, and my friend.
Chuck
"Black Al" was a pro level player at one time, beat several of the better players on the tournament circuit in the 90s including Jeff Carter when Carter was ranked number 4 in the country. Al grew up playing at Smiths in Springfield Mass, and by the time he went to Vietnam was an excellent player. Came back and resumed his passion for the game and became a 100 ball runner. Al went on the road with a couple of his mentors in his early 20s and was a force to be reckoned with by the time he made it to Alaska. Al came for the pipeline money, and made his way to Prudhoe Bay. After numerous "slope brides" would call the guys running the work camps complaining that their husbands weren't sending home their paychecks, Al's picture went up on the wall with a "do not play this guy" note tacked to it. Al took this as a symbol of pride that he would joke about from time to time. Being a straight pool guy mainly, when Al got to Anchorage he cleaned up on the 8 and 9 ball players. He had this laugh that always made me smile when he would say something like.... "They were struggling to run 8 balls....... The KIDS where I grew up were 30-40 ball runners"
Al was a multi time Alaska State Champion in 8,9 and straights. Through the years he would play some of the west coast tournaments and fair very well, beating guys like Jeff Carter. His favorite match to talk about was with Jim Rempe. Neither man missed a ball, and only left the table on dry breaks. Al was running 1-2-3 racks at a time, Rempe was running 3s on up. Rempe ended up winning, and at that point Al said, "Thats when I knew I needed to work on my break....."
I usually played Al 9 ball and one pocket, but I got a wild hair and wanted to play him some straights. He started me off with a 25 or 50 ball spot I cant remember now. But I do recall it wasnt enough......
Then he offer to play me '50 no count' and I quickly realized why he was so happy I took the first spot. He was a machine.Al had a serious accident some years back at the Bush Company. He fell off the landing and landed beside a truck. As he was trying to pick himself up, the truck took off not knowing somebody was pulling them self up. Al got pulled under the truck, and the rear wheel ran over his head. Several skull fractures, broken jaw etc etc etc. should have killed him, but he managed to survive. After about a couple of weeks in the ICU, Al checked himself out of the hospital and came back to the pool hall where he lived in the back room. He said be missed the sound of the game.
Over time, Al got some of his game back, but never quite all of it. The accident left him cross eyed, so he kept one eye closed so it wouldnt screw with his vision as badly. Even after the accident, Al was a threat to run 3-4 racks on you.
After my wifes stroke, I took a hiatus from pool for a while, and lost touch with Al. He ended up getting a settlement from the accident, and moved to Vegas, a town he dearly loved. Even if he wasnt in action himself, he loved being near it.
Sadly, this past Christmas I got a call telling me that Al had passed. As a grown man, I have no problem telling you I cried when I got the news. Every time I play pool, or even think about pool, I cant help thinking about "Black Al". He was a mentor, and my friend.
Chuck
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Just want to tell a story about Al Bryan, the guy in the video who can play one eyed....:smile:
"Black Al" was a pro level player at one time, beat several of the better players on the tournament circuit in the 90s including Jeff Carter when Carter was ranked number 4 in the country. Al grew up playing at Smiths in Springfield Mass, and by the time he went to Vietnam was an excellent player. Came back and resumed his passion for the game and became a 100 ball runner. Al went on the road with a couple of his mentors in his early 20s and was a force to be reckoned with by the time he made it to Alaska. Al came for the pipeline money, and made his way to Prudhoe Bay. After numerous "slope brides" would call the guys running the work camps complaining that their husbands weren't sending home their paychecks, Al's picture went up on the wall with a "do not play this guy" note tacked to it. Al took this as a symbol of pride that he would joke about from time to time. Being a straight pool guy mainly, when Al got to Anchorage he cleaned up on the 8 and 9 ball players. He had this laugh that always made me smile when he would say something like.... "They were struggling to run 8 balls....... The KIDS where I grew up were 30-40 ball runners"
Al was a multi time Alaska State Champion in 8,9 and straights. Through the years he would play some of the west coast tournaments and fair very well, beating guys like Jeff Carter. His favorite match to talk about was with Jim Rempe. Neither man missed a ball, and only left the table on dry breaks. Al was running 1-2-3 racks at a time, Rempe was running 3s on up. Rempe ended up winning, and at that point Al said, "Thats when I knew I needed to work on my break....."
I usually played Al 9 ball and one pocket, but I got a wild hair and wanted to play him some straights. He started me off with a 25 or 50 ball spot I cant remember now. But I do recall it wasnt enough......
Al had a serious accident some years back at the Bush Company. He fell off the landing and landed beside a truck. As he was trying to pick himself up, the truck took off not knowing somebody was pulling them self up. Al got pulled under the truck, and the rear wheel ran over his head. Several skull fractures, broken jaw etc etc etc. should have killed him, but he managed to survive. After about a couple of weeks in the ICU, Al checked himself out of the hospital and came back to the pool hall where he lived in the back room. He said be missed the sound of the game.
Over time, Al got some of his game back, but never quite all of it. The accident left him cross eyed, so he kept one eye closed so it wouldnt screw with his vision as badly. Even after the accident, Al was a threat to run 3-4 racks on you.
After my wifes stroke, I took a hiatus from pool for a while, and lost touch with Al. He ended up getting a settlement from the accident, and moved to Vegas, a town he dearly loved. Even if he wasnt in action himself, he loved being near it.
Sadly, this past Christmas I got a call telling me that Al had passed. As a grown man, I have no problem telling you I cried when I got the news. Every time I play pool, or even think about pool, I cant help thinking about "Black Al". He was a mentor, and my friend.
Chuck
Even though I doubt you need it, I've got to give you rep for that excellent story. Thanks!
I heard a rumor you can save the 99.99 by throwing away your chalk holder, and sticking a piece of chalk up your ass when you shoot.
Hey wait a minute ... that puts a whole .. I mean hole new meaning to a "touch of inside"
You put the 9 ball in
You take the 9 ball out
You put the 9 ball in
And you shake it all about
You do the hokey pokey
And you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about!
You take the 9 ball out
You put the 9 ball in
And you shake it all about
You do the hokey pokey
And you turn yourself around
That's what it's all about!
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Just want to tell a story about Al Bryan, the guy in the video who can play one eyed....:smile:
"Black Al" was a pro level player at one time, beat several of the better players on the tournament circuit in the 90s including Jeff Carter when Carter was ranked number 4 in the country. Al grew up playing at Smiths in Springfield Mass, and by the time he went to Vietnam was an excellent player. Came back and resumed his passion for the game and became a 100 ball runner. Al went on the road with a couple of his mentors in his early 20s and was a force to be reckoned with by the time he made it to Alaska. Al came for the pipeline money, and made his way to Prudhoe Bay. After numerous "slope brides" would call the guys running the work camps complaining that their husbands weren't sending home their paychecks, Al's picture went up on the wall with a "do not play this guy" note tacked to it. Al took this as a symbol of pride that he would joke about from time to time. Being a straight pool guy mainly, when Al got to Anchorage he cleaned up on the 8 and 9 ball players. He had this laugh that always made me smile when he would say something like.... "They were struggling to run 8 balls....... The KIDS where I grew up were 30-40 ball runners"
Al was a multi time Alaska State Champion in 8,9 and straights. Through the years he would play some of the west coast tournaments and fair very well, beating guys like Jeff Carter. His favorite match to talk about was with Jim Rempe. Neither man missed a ball, and only left the table on dry breaks. Al was running 1-2-3 racks at a time, Rempe was running 3s on up. Rempe ended up winning, and at that point Al said, "Thats when I knew I needed to work on my break....."
I usually played Al 9 ball and one pocket, but I got a wild hair and wanted to play him some straights. He started me off with a 25 or 50 ball spot I cant remember now. But I do recall it wasnt enough......
Al had a serious accident some years back at the Bush Company. He fell off the landing and landed beside a truck. As he was trying to pick himself up, the truck took off not knowing somebody was pulling them self up. Al got pulled under the truck, and the rear wheel ran over his head. Several skull fractures, broken jaw etc etc etc. should have killed him, but he managed to survive. After about a couple of weeks in the ICU, Al checked himself out of the hospital and came back to the pool hall where he lived in the back room. He said be missed the sound of the game.
Over time, Al got some of his game back, but never quite all of it. The accident left him cross eyed, so he kept one eye closed so it wouldnt screw with his vision as badly. Even after the accident, Al was a threat to run 3-4 racks on you.
After my wifes stroke, I took a hiatus from pool for a while, and lost touch with Al. He ended up getting a settlement from the accident, and moved to Vegas, a town he dearly loved. Even if he wasnt in action himself, he loved being near it.
Sadly, this past Christmas I got a call telling me that Al had passed. As a grown man, I have no problem telling you I cried when I got the news. Every time I play pool, or even think about pool, I cant help thinking about "Black Al". He was a mentor, and my friend.
Chuck
Its the stories like this that keep me coming back to AZB. Thank you Mr. Chuck for taking the time to share that story. Loved it.
Chris
