Perfection…nothing but pure perfection. Ace at the top left, the two-seven tied up downstairs cater-corner, and the nine teetering on the lip of the pocket. I stood there and saw whitey sitting dead on the spot. Hard lie with the two ball tied up like that, I thought to myself. Only way to make sure is to draw her back cross corner straight into the seven and it would leave me the two nine combo. Only one problem your down three games to one in a race to seven with the former going to four! I looked at the shot and knew it had to be made…I balanced myself over the ball, settled into my stance, saw the outcome in my mind and I pulled the trigger. Smooth stroked the ball and she effortlessly made a bee-line towards the seven and SMACK, the look on their faces was priceless…so was mine. I clipped the two nine combo and continued to pound, to force the pace of the game, always staying ahead, never missed a ball in half a dozen racks. For that small minute in time everything stopped, didn't see anyone…or anything I only vaguely remember small details of the match, but I do know I was at my center. Nothing could keep me from running those balls in perfect form, never in trouble always in dead shape. Its all about forgetting, forgiving, and falling into the moment….its important because to me its one the truest forms of expression, poetry in motion…the game is a window inside of you and your greatest hopes and fears will show themselves at the oddest and perfect times. There are levels of control in this game that are unfathomable to most and I welcome the challenge of mastering them until I can no longer hold my cue.
-Grey Ghost
-Grey Ghost