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THE SILENCER
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i played in a tournament tonight. 9-ball regulation tables. handicapped. they were gracious enough to put me in at the 7-ball. i won. that's not the main story here. yes, i made some wicked great shots, blah, blah blah, what the real story was, was the man with the house cue. the guy i played in the finals was a plus1. but that wasn't even good enough!, the director, said, he will be banned after tonight. now that's a player!!!!! this guy was one of the greatest pool players i ever saw!!!!! ready for this? he didn't own his own cue, he used a house cue!!! before the tournament, he picked a cue that felt good in his hands, looked at the tip, took out sandpaper, roughed and shaped the tip , and walla, he was ready! the son of a bitch was ultra deadly. his style was like robert byrnes. he stood erect. his legs were straight! he moved the cue back and forth for his warm up strokes very slowly, steadily and ultra measured. he held the butt end of the cue way back on its bumper. he was around 6 foot 2 tall. his temperment, never ever faultered. he was calm, soft smooth. he never used english! he hardly moved the cue ball around! he never hit the ball hard! always soft!, PEOPLE, THIS WAS 9-BALL!!! he was hitti'n e'm like straight pool! he played 3 people races to 7, and within those races, he may have missed 4 times!!! i kid you not! i had to play him in the finals. i went to the 6-ball. a race to 7. i started out, shakey, and weak. plus, he was getting all the rolls. the score was 4 to 2, him. i said "keep positive" to myself. i was able to build momentom, i picked up my pace, sort of like charlie williams. at one point everyone watching especially my great opponent, thought he had me on the 3 foul rule. i was on 2, he warned me. i was up table, with all 9 balls everywhere. my cue ball was snuggled, and smoothered, but i had a good amount of the short cushion to work with. the one ball was way down table. i said to myself, "so you like 3-cushion billiards do ya?" well, go get him kid. i gave myself a POSITVE attitude. i did the measuring excersice with the back end of my cue, a line extended, out and back in. i felt good, i let go, and the stunned crowd watched a kick shot, that would have made efren reyes smile and shake his head! the cue ball hit the short cushion, came off right above the side pocket, hit the center of the opposite short cushion, missed the 9-ball that was off the short cushion and middle diamond by 3 inches! by a human hair, and contacted the 1 ball flush, DEAD ON!!! my opponent, must have died! people were shaking their heads! the nice part was i aimed it! anyhow, i got to the hill before he did, and won the tournament 7-5. this guy was so good, i wish all of you could have seen him shoot. i rarly give out compliments, but this guy was something else. so pure, without airs, without crazy manipulation of the cue ball, lack of english and excessive, juice. he never missed! anyhow, it's 2:39 a.m and i can't sleep, cause i just got home, from the tournament. i ask myself for the lousy $150 1st. place price, is it worth staying out this late, when you have to wake up early for work?