THE PLAYER
The pool player awakes at 11 am after a sleep filled with dreams of running racks, new shot ideas, and nightmares of missed balls. The player pours a cup of coffee and carries it into the den. Four large wooden legs protrude from beneath a large rectangle tarp about dinning room table height in the middle of the room. The player walks into the room, takes a few sips of coffee and puts the cup on the drink holder in the arm of a tall chair. He flips a wall switch and the big long lights come on over the tarp.
He walks over to the cover and folds it carefully, then puts it aside. Every time he takes the cover off he gets that same feeling looking at the table covered in green cloth with six pockets. He just stands there for a few moments taking it all in like it was the first time he ever saw it. He reaches for the wooden ball rack and places it on the table. Then reaching down he scoops the nine balls out of the tray and arranging them in the rack to make the shape of a diamond. He rolls the cue ball to the other end of the table.
After making sure the balls are all tight and touching one another he carefully removes the rack. Walking to the cue rack he takes down his favorite break cue and goes back to the head of the table and breaks the balls. The cue ball slams into the one ball and when the balls all stop he has made the one ball and a wing ball and has an easy shot on the two-ball in the corner. Slowly he runs the remaining balls off the table.
The phone rings. It's Slick, the owner of the local poolroom telling him that he has a game for him with a guy that won big at the Greyhound track last night. This is going to be a good day.
The pool player awakes at 11 am after a sleep filled with dreams of running racks, new shot ideas, and nightmares of missed balls. The player pours a cup of coffee and carries it into the den. Four large wooden legs protrude from beneath a large rectangle tarp about dinning room table height in the middle of the room. The player walks into the room, takes a few sips of coffee and puts the cup on the drink holder in the arm of a tall chair. He flips a wall switch and the big long lights come on over the tarp.
He walks over to the cover and folds it carefully, then puts it aside. Every time he takes the cover off he gets that same feeling looking at the table covered in green cloth with six pockets. He just stands there for a few moments taking it all in like it was the first time he ever saw it. He reaches for the wooden ball rack and places it on the table. Then reaching down he scoops the nine balls out of the tray and arranging them in the rack to make the shape of a diamond. He rolls the cue ball to the other end of the table.
After making sure the balls are all tight and touching one another he carefully removes the rack. Walking to the cue rack he takes down his favorite break cue and goes back to the head of the table and breaks the balls. The cue ball slams into the one ball and when the balls all stop he has made the one ball and a wing ball and has an easy shot on the two-ball in the corner. Slowly he runs the remaining balls off the table.
The phone rings. It's Slick, the owner of the local poolroom telling him that he has a game for him with a guy that won big at the Greyhound track last night. This is going to be a good day.
Johnnyt
Anyhow Gene didnt seem too happy the fact that many players on this forum have not been giving his method the proper respect. Wether it is, was, or will be something that someone else may have came up with HE was the one who sold it. And who better to do such a thing? Someone dedicating his OWN time to spreading knowledge of the game around rather than being arrogant and even childish like some are and claiming they can and will beat anyone. I would ask yea johnny why you yourself are mad that I brought up perfect-aim?