I really wanted a 147 in snooker. That is a perfect game and you finish with a success. Even the greatest straight pool runs that are verified were finished with a miss. The "perfect" at snooker always seems special because it is left open at the end, no misses. I was three shots away from perfect one night. My heart was pounding like a trip hammer when I got within three balls. I had realized where I was at and the last shot I had overran perfect shape a few inches.
Now I had the option of firing in the five with a lot of spin to hold it or going up to the head rail and back. Normally I would have went to the head rail and back but I had just over ran a similar shot a few inches. This old table had never spit a ball out of a pocket when it was hit dead center so I fired the five in dead center of the pocket with lots of speed and spin. The cue ball hung perfectly! An easy shot on the six with a little follow then tap in the seven. A done deal!
I walked around the table and dropped my bridge hand down to shoot the six. As I bent over to shoot the six a flash of blue caught my eye. The five ball shot dead center of the pocket had hopped back out and was about a foot from my bridge hand! I was a sick puppy. Worse, I moved away from the snooker tables a month or so later and that remains the closest I have ever came to a perfect at snooker. I was friendly with a snooker coach years later and told him about it.
He tried to give me a cheering "You were almost perfect!" like he would a student. I was aware he had been in my shoes but he had fired in some perfects too. I told him, "Almost perfect, or a million miles away." That is the thing, a 147 is a perfect frame, a 146 is just winning the frame. A 129 was not particularly special.
Hu