I was sent to a Catholic boarding school in the early 60's to get straightened out...didn't work real well. The rec room had two 9-footers and a snooker table, we played Arkansas 8-ball for cigarettes...3 cigs was a big game.
Begain in the late sixties at the YMCA..we played streight pool, bottle pool, some form of Spanish rotation..not sure how its even played now..so many balls on the rail, who knows it was probably made up, haven't seen the game played since.
We also played rotation..more str tho..and bumper pool..
mostly played in bars..still go to the hall once in a while.
At home, my freinds an I play a little of everything.
I started with 14.1 and 3 cushion at the poolroom. When I started bar hopping it was almost all 8 ball with some 9 ball. In the 1960's I played a lot of 15 ball rotation and different types of games with 15 balls. For the next 50 years I played 90% on the bar box playing 8 and 9 ball. Johnnyt
When I was about 7 or 8, I really don't remember exactly how old, I played a lot of caroms. Now mind you this form of caroms was NOt on billiard table but this: View attachment 236882 Years later my father would occasionally take me to the local bowing alley to play some pool. We would play either 15 ball rotation or 8 ball.
It wasn't until the last couple of months in my senior year of high school that I got hooked. I went to Lakewood Family Billiards with a couple of buddies from school and they proceeded to crush me at 8 ball. I vowed that wouldn't happen again and it all started from there.
In the beginning I played mostly with a friend I had from before kindergarten. We played a little 8 ball but it was mostly 14.1 and cowboy billiards. If Earl wasn 't around I played what ever game my opponent wanted to. So I played some 9 ball, 6 ball, snooker, pay ball, but like I said it was mostly 14.1 or cowboy billiards.
Gerry S.
I think I'm going to be in the minority here: Golf.
After twenty years of not playing at all, I've started back playing in a cheap golf game on a 5x10. It's like getting pool lessons from a half dozen infinitely better players for the low low price of about five bucks an hour. Or $10-15 an hour if I sell out and can't hold my man.
When I was growing up, I played eight and nine ball, but never very well. Something about golf just has me hooked. Every shot is a new challenge. Move my ball towards my hole, leaving the next guy safe, but making sure to give him a shot at *his* man if he's getting too far ahead. Two, three, and four railers are starting to make sense, and if I can control my speed, just getting close to my hole while trying them is a huge step in the right direction.
Probably not the best (re)beginner's game, but I've found that it's improved every aspect of my game drastically. And it's exposed every gaping flaw in my play to the ridicule of a whole crowd of commentators, every time I step up to the table. And after spending all my time on a snooker table, a tight 9-foot table feels like a barbox.
Now if I could just actually win a game of golf....About ten more years and ten grand wasted, and I'll be competitive at this damned game..
-Jeff
I started with 14.1 and 3 cushion at the poolroom. When I started bar hopping it was almost all 8 ball with some 9 ball. In the 1960's I played a lot of 15 ball rotation and different types of games with 15 balls. For the next 50 years I played 90% on the bar box playing 8 and 9 ball. Johnnyt
"Shifting sands" is a great way to describe it. It's amazing how different each game, and for that matter, every phase in a game, can be. One guy manages to sprint ahead three holes, then everyone gangs up and pounds him into submission... Until somebody gets greedy and decides to try that four railer they're *sure* they'll hit. And leaves their man open. And so it goes...This is a great game with the right bunch of players. The shifting sands of strategic alliances make this such a great game/or not.
Opinions differ constantly as to the right shot.
Ganging up on the leader, or being forced to become 'sheriff' when another player lets his man go are part of the learning process.
Being hung out to dry with your man hanging in the 6 hole is not fun, when sellout is paying double. "I was holding my man" (who is on the 2 hole) gets said a lot in those situations. Often the post game critique of the best sequence of choices at the end of the game-can be the most helpful in improving. Sometimes it just confirms that you got sold down the river.
The cueball double-kiss, clack-clacks are heart breakers at the end.
I don't win much, but I really like this game. Usually plenty of smack talking and second guessing-a lot of fun-until time to pay off.
Satuday afternoon, ring nine ball, 3,4,5,6 handed or more fifty cents on the five, a buck on the nine. 14/1,20,30 no count, line pool, snooker, six ball, russian billiards & 14/1 on the 5x10 snooker table. When I turned 21
(1963) I when to the bar tables, call the eight and no safeties, bet high. Great years great times.
JDale