An 8’er.
If you like short and sweet answers, don’t read below. It’s all drivel.
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Good thing it’s called an “opinion” - because I’m surprised every day at the answers I see posted by members from around the planet on this topic of table size.
An opinion: a view or judgment formed about something, not necessarily based on fact or knowledge.
There you have it.
It’s a view. A belief.
Here’s mine.
Let me ask all you fine folks that actually DO NOT HAVE a pool table: IF you were invited over to a fellow player’s home for an afternoon of games, you’d ask what size it was? Is it in your garage or up stairs that you’ll need to climb? Gee - what color is the cloth (or do you call it felt?). A Brunswick, Diamond or one of a hundred other makers?
Or are you the kind of player that loves playing on ANY table - anywhere? And wouldn’t even think of asking what size table it is?
Two types of folks I see:
1) have issues with their skills and confidence and think for one second that table size has anything to do with their game.
2) those that will play on anything anywhere anytime with anyone. And play their best. And be damn good at it. They’ll embrace the man and his table.
My pal Tony has a 40 year old Gandy in his mousy garage that looks like they did oil testing on his concrete for at least 25 years (and he plays in white athletic socks) - NO AC of course and it was 94° the other day playing in there. At 10am. Sweating? Of course. Cloth that looks like a platform for his evening dog grooming business.
- but he moves his car so I can park in his driveway and not the street. He makes breakfast like he’s a chef from the nearby Waffle House but dumps the biscuits on the table and not a plate. He buys my favorite creamer and I never asked. And yep- he’s had guys over to play ONCE that never came back. The conditions weren’t conducive to good play, they say.
A few obstacles perhaps...
We can still run balls like no tomorrow.
My opinion : get whatever table you love and have room for. Wherever you want to put it. Period. And I’ll play on it with you. And have 10 friends in tow that’ll do the same. Traipsing through dog hair and droppings - or on fine carpets from India. I’ll wear a Speedo or my Tux. Jeans even. A tracksuit if its an OG invite. A miniskirt if it’s for charity.
An 8’er. 7 or 9. Bigfoot or fold-up.
~ K.
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