Last time I checked Archery was an Olympic sport. You should see my girlfriend's archery skills, she makes sure it's considered a sport.
They don't call it the Olympic sports the call it the Olympic Games ,,
Nice try though
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What's the Best Shot an Opponent has Made on You When it's HILL/HILL?
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They don't call it the Olympic sports the call it the Olympic Games ,,
Nice try though
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A hanger! You gotta watch those straight pool players. :grin-square:
Adding to the enjoyment was Cordone being very unhappy about Mike's position play, and rightfully so. Buddy laughed it off and Cordone offered his condolences to you. What a shocker. I'll bet you were halfway out of your seat, waiting for your shot!
Best,
Mike
Holy crap!
I was playing the latter rounds of a state tourney and was on the losers' side. Playing a dude and we are hill-hill, he leaves cb on end rail in center, shooting at the 7' whic is about a diamond toward him above side pocket, about 1/2 diamond off the rail.
I suck at side pockets, but I think I am about 70% on that shot, with ball in hand.
He fired that freaking 7 in at 97 mph and forced the cb on to the opposite end rail, wher the 8&9 were gimmes. I didn't make him shoot either.
I was sitting directly in line with the ball's path and pocket
The worse thing was I was sitting directly in line with the ball's path and pocket. I felt like it hit me in the chest, and almost knocked the wind out of me. At the time that was a huge match and a substantial accomplishment to beat Sigel that deep in the tournament.
The upside was I met a model that worked part time at the Bicycle Club and a couple weeks later took her to Hawaii for a couple of weeks. That made everything seem much better.
Back then the groupies in LA were really hot, now they're probably few and far between.
The worse thing was I was sitting directly in line with the ball's path and pocket. I felt like it hit me in the chest, and almost knocked the wind out of me. At the time that was a huge match and a substantial accomplishment to beat Sigel that deep in the tournament.
The upside was I met a model that worked part time at the Bicycle Club and a couple weeks later took her to Hawaii for a couple of weeks. That made everything seem much better.
Back then the groupies in LA were really hot, now they're probably few and far between. 
Just last night, my opponent made this on me. I had kicked softly at the 3-ball hoping to hide the 3 behind the 7, but I left the right edge of the 3 exposed. It was 10-ball and they had to call their shot, and it went perfectly. The good thing was it didn't cost me anything because it was a league match that I basically play for giggles and to support the league...
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I try not to remember my opponents kill shots If I can avoid it... Lol.
I slopped in a cute one on a guy one time for a few jelly beans. Blind back cut to the pocket on the 9, I hit it bad and the 9 ball rattled and sat there. The cb was hit low to draw it to the opposite side rail, where do to being hit bad and too firm, it inadvertently banked cross table and very slowly crept towards the hanging 9, pocketing it, and stopping on the lip. If I had made th 9 clean I would have scratched. I started laughing, the guy I was playing wasnt amused. The mofo up and quit me. :thumbup:
Chuck
I slopped in a cute one on a guy one time for a few jelly beans. Blind back cut to the pocket on the 9, I hit it bad and the 9 ball rattled and sat there. The cb was hit low to draw it to the opposite side rail, where do to being hit bad and too firm, it inadvertently banked cross table and very slowly crept towards the hanging 9, pocketing it, and stopping on the lip. If I had made th 9 clean I would have scratched. I started laughing, the guy I was playing wasnt amused. The mofo up and quit me. :thumbup:
Chuck
The worse thing was I was sitting directly in line with the ball's path and pocket. I felt like it hit me in the chest, and almost knocked the wind out of me. At the time that was a huge match and a substantial accomplishment to beat Sigel that deep in the tournament.
The upside was I met a model that worked part time at the Bicycle Club and a couple weeks later took her to Hawaii for a couple of weeks. That made everything seem much better.
When the 9 ball was rolling toward the hole, did you use any body english? :smile: Brutal! I read that you lost the next match, too! You'll never forget that shot. I wouldn't.
It's good to be a rock star! Groupies recharge the battery and get your "head straight". :grin:
Best,
Mike
first try to use this table
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This shot didn't win a game or a set but the stranger had walked through the door of the little bar and called the pocket the eight was going in on the break three times, once in the corner, twice in the side. At five a game I was down fifteen dollars and hadn't even seen the stranger shoot yet. He called the eight in the side and it stopped an inch or less short when it had been slow rolling in.
I knew the heat was on and ran out that table, then a couple more. I had never heard of this fellow Johnny Archer so I thought I'd better let him swing his stick now and then so I didn't lose him. Time has dimmed a few things and this layout isn't perfect. The fifteen is pretty accurately located and he jawed it, it didn't fall. It might have been just off the rail and I don't know if he went seven or eight rails counting a last kiss off the foot rail. He had to spin the cue ball pretty hard just to get the shot started so the angles are certainly wrong. All of his balls were still on the table and all but two or three of mine so there was a lot of traffic.
After that I still tried to let him shoot once or twice a game but when I let him shoot he was locked up tighter than tight. The third eight was the last ball he made in that session. The table was a little gaffy because of odd lighting, it was almost as bright from one side as the top and the other side was dark. That gave the illusion of the balls being just a little to the side of where they really were. Took me awhile to figure that out and it was rough on the strangers when they were shooting shots up and down table with no margin for error. Tangling with a shortstop on his home turf could bite any road player in the butt sometimes. The gaffier the table the bigger homefield advantage was!
Hu
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This shot didn't win a game or a set but the stranger had walked through the door of the little bar and called the pocket the eight was going in on the break three times, once in the corner, twice in the side. At five a game I was down fifteen dollars and hadn't even seen the stranger shoot yet. He called the eight in the side and it stopped an inch or less short when it had been slow rolling in.
I knew the heat was on and ran out that table, then a couple more. I had never heard of this fellow Johnny Archer so I thought I'd better let him swing his stick now and then so I didn't lose him. Time has dimmed a few things and this layout isn't perfect. The fifteen is pretty accurately located and he jawed it, it didn't fall. It might have been just off the rail and I don't know if he went seven or eight rails counting a last kiss off the foot rail. He had to spin the cue ball pretty hard just to get the shot started so the angles are certainly wrong. All of his balls were still on the table and all but two or three of mine so there was a lot of traffic.
After that I still tried to let him shoot once or twice a game but when I let him shoot he was locked up tighter than tight. The third eight was the last ball he made in that session. The table was a little gaffy because of odd lighting, it was almost as bright from one side as the top and the other side was dark. That gave the illusion of the balls being just a little to the side of where they really were. Took me awhile to figure that out and it was rough on the strangers when they were shooting shots up and down table with no margin for error. Tangling with a shortstop on his home turf could bite any road player in the butt sometimes. The gaffier the table the bigger homefield advantage was!
Hu
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we were actually IN THE BIKE when OJ SIMPSON drove the white Bronco in LA that Day!!
The shot happened so fast It was like suddenly getting stabbed in the gut. It was like slow motion to fast motion after the nine ball went in. The next match with Kim is on line too, he played well and I played with about 70% of my heart in tact.
I went back to the BICYCLE CLUB and played in two tournaments back to back - played Efren both times in the finals (won one, lost one).
Minnesota Fats was there, and I went to the MAGIC CASTLE with a group, including "T BELL" (Fat's wife} - the M.C. is a private magician's club, you may have heard of it?
Here's a well known picture from those days I was playing Efren at "The BIKE". I have some cool stories, I'll tell them sometime, we were actually IN THE BIKE when OJ SIMPSON drove the white Bronco with police and helicopters following him. The helicopters almost flew directly over the building, it was WILD being in LA that day.!!!
The shot happened so fast It was like suddenly getting stabbed in the gut. It was like slow motion to fast motion after the nine ball went in. The next match with Kim is on line too, he played well and I played with about 70% of my heart in tact.
I went back to the BICYCLE CLUB and played in two tournaments back to back - played Efren both times in the finals (won one, lost one).
Minnesota Fats was there, and I went to the MAGIC CASTLE with a group, including "T BELL" (Fat's wife} - the M.C. is a private magician's club, you may have heard of it?
Here's a well known picture from those days I was playing Efren at "The BIKE". I have some cool stories, I'll tell them sometime, we were actually IN THE BIKE when OJ SIMPSON drove the white Bronco with police and helicopters following him. The helicopters almost flew directly over the building, it was WILD being in LA that day.!!!
it looks impossible, unless mirrors were involved.
Where did this happen, and on what size/style table? Are you sure the kick took that path, it looks impossible, unless mirrors were involved.
Where did this happen, and on what size/style table? Are you sure the kick took that path, it looks impossible, unless mirrors were involved.
did you read the post or just look at the picture?
CJ,
As I said in the first post that path isn't right. It has been over twenty years since I saw that shot and this is the first time I used the table software in years, I don't know how to use it. The cue ball was less than a ball off of the head rail and up against one of my balls leaving him forced to kick into the head rail and he had balls near the cross side corner and side pockets but both pockets were blocked by my balls. I never even considered seven or eight rails to the fifteen.
He spent a couple minutes laying out the shot, no fluke at all. The first couple of legs are definitely wrong because the effect of side spin isn't shown and it took a lot of side spin to start the shot. I don't remember when the side spin died off. The spin would be working against the path of the cue ball every time it hit a rail since they were opposite rails.
The most impressive shot I have seen. I spent thirty minutes or an hour several times trying to duplicate it in the following weeks with just the ball blocking the cue ball, the cue ball, and the fifteen on the table. I never came close to making the fifteen. If it wasn't a ridiculously hard shot to make work with all the rails and all the traffic on the table it wouldn't have been worth posting.
No magic, no bs, I was standing right there. The place was a little bar with two tables just north of the Baton Rouge airport in Brownsfield or Brownfield Louisiana. While there was a lot of gambling in that bar, there was also at least one person steering people there from Greenway as two or three road players that passed through told me. They drew the line at who was steering so I never knew if the steerer was trying to help me or hurt me. I was the only real money action in the bar so it was a given I would be playing any strangers with hinged cues.
As noted it was on a bar table. Still the most impressive shot I have seen. The fifteen ball is within two inches or less of where it was. The cue ball and object ball blocking it are an approximation, I didn't dwell on them too long. As I said his balls near the corner and side pockets were blocked by mine. No real idea of the balls or exact positions now, they were similar to as shown. The rest of the balls are not even close to how they were, been too long and they weren't important to the shot other than creating a lot of traffic to find a path through.
His first five shots were three eight balls pocketed on the break, an eight ball hung in the jaws of the side pocket on the next break, and this shot. Also stands out as the best five shots in a row I have ever seen bar table or not. Pretty sure they were Valley tables, definitely Valley type tables.
Hu
Where did this happen, and on what size/style table? Are you sure the kick took that path, it looks impossible, unless mirrors were involved.
CJ,
As I said in the first post that path isn't right. It has been over twenty years since I saw that shot and this is the first time I used the table software in years, I don't know how to use it. The cue ball was less than a ball off of the head rail and up against one of my balls leaving him forced to kick into the head rail and he had balls near the cross side corner and side pockets but both pockets were blocked by my balls. I never even considered seven or eight rails to the fifteen.
He spent a couple minutes laying out the shot, no fluke at all. The first couple of legs are definitely wrong because the effect of side spin isn't shown and it took a lot of side spin to start the shot. I don't remember when the side spin died off. The spin would be working against the path of the cue ball every time it hit a rail since they were opposite rails.
The most impressive shot I have seen. I spent thirty minutes or an hour several times trying to duplicate it in the following weeks with just the ball blocking the cue ball, the cue ball, and the fifteen on the table. I never came close to making the fifteen. If it wasn't a ridiculously hard shot to make work with all the rails and all the traffic on the table it wouldn't have been worth posting.
No magic, no bs, I was standing right there. The place was a little bar with two tables just north of the Baton Rouge airport in Brownsfield or Brownfield Louisiana. While there was a lot of gambling in that bar, there was also at least one person steering people there from Greenway as two or three road players that passed through told me. They drew the line at who was steering so I never knew if the steerer was trying to help me or hurt me. I was the only real money action in the bar so it was a given I would be playing any strangers with hinged cues.
As noted it was on a bar table. Still the most impressive shot I have seen. The fifteen ball is within two inches or less of where it was. The cue ball and object ball blocking it are an approximation, I didn't dwell on them too long. As I said his balls near the corner and side pockets were blocked by mine. No real idea of the balls or exact positions now, they were similar to as shown. The rest of the balls are not even close to how they were, been too long and they weren't important to the shot other than creating a lot of traffic to find a path through.
His first five shots were three eight balls pocketed on the break, an eight ball hung in the jaws of the side pocket on the next break, and this shot. Also stands out as the best five shots in a row I have ever seen bar table or not. Pretty sure they were Valley tables, definitely Valley type tables.
Hu
She ask "Fats" "sweetie, is there anyone in here you couldn't beat?"
No, Efren was playing chess or something, however, with a name like "The Magician," they would have welcomed him with open arms wouldn't they. LoL
If you've ever been around Minnesota Fats, it's apparent that he always says "he can beat anyone, at any game, for any thing"......and that was the part he always played.
A year later, (after his passing), his wife came through Dallas and stayed with me and my wife (Angela, on the far left in picture - Post #31).
She said "CJ, I have to tell you something "Fats" said about you." taken aback, I said "I hope it's nothing too bad," (he was known to not talk nicely about other players).
She said it was quite the contrary and clued me in on a conversation they had in the room where that picture was taken. We were all warming up, a champion on each table - I was practicing alone on one of the tables, I remember Parica being there.
She ask "Fats" "sweetie, is there anyone in here you couldn't beat?" Fats jerked his head around the room, scanning the players, "No, I could still beat any one of them, even at my age," then she said he stopped and pointed at me (I remember him pointing in my direction, just didn't know why) and said "except that one!"
T Bell said she about fell out of her chair "Fats, why don't you think you can beat that guy?" Fats shook his head slowly saying "I don't know, there's just something different about that one, I'll be watching him in the tournament."
If you go back and look at the picture I posted (#31) of him you may see something you didn't see before. 'The Fat Man was my Teacher'
RIP Minnesota Fats, you made my day, my friend, you were an inspiration for many of us that grew up watching you on WIDE WORLD of SPORTS with Harold Cosell.
This is me at the BICYCLE CLUB INVITATIONAL - Jose Parica and tournament promoter Robert Turner in the background.
No, Efren was playing chess or something, however, with a name like "The Magician," they would have welcomed him with open arms wouldn't they. LoL
If you've ever been around Minnesota Fats, it's apparent that he always says "he can beat anyone, at any game, for any thing"......and that was the part he always played.
A year later, (after his passing), his wife came through Dallas and stayed with me and my wife (Angela, on the far left in picture - Post #31).
She said "CJ, I have to tell you something "Fats" said about you." taken aback, I said "I hope it's nothing too bad," (he was known to not talk nicely about other players).
She said it was quite the contrary and clued me in on a conversation they had in the room where that picture was taken. We were all warming up, a champion on each table - I was practicing alone on one of the tables, I remember Parica being there.
She ask "Fats" "sweetie, is there anyone in here you couldn't beat?" Fats jerked his head around the room, scanning the players, "No, I could still beat any one of them, even at my age," then she said he stopped and pointed at me (I remember him pointing in my direction, just didn't know why) and said "except that one!"
T Bell said she about fell out of her chair "Fats, why don't you think you can beat that guy?" Fats shook his head slowly saying "I don't know, there's just something different about that one, I'll be watching him in the tournament."
If you go back and look at the picture I posted (#31) of him you may see something you didn't see before.
'The Fat Man was my Teacher' RIP Minnesota Fats, you made my day, my friend, you were an inspiration for many of us that grew up watching you on WIDE WORLD of SPORTS with Harold Cosell.
I hope you took Efren with you.
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