I play pool because:
I love the sounds of the game, I love the sound the cue makes when striking the cue ball with a perfect stroke, I love the click sound of the cue ball striking the object ball, sending it torwards the pocket to drop with the crisp sound of hitting center pocket to hear the object ball race down the ball return and drop in the return box with a thud that equals the sound of perfection.
I love the sounds of the balls being racked in the wood triangle. A sound that equates a goal was reached and another challenge is getting ready to be laid out on the table as soon as I release a loud, hard, thundering break that echoes throughout the pool room!
I love the feel of the game. I love the feel of the irish linen as I ever so softly cradle the cue anticipating the vibration of a stiff hitting cue striking the cueball. I love how the cloth feels as I make my bridge on the table. I love the fine muscle memory feelings of a smooth fluid stroke, as i confidently send the shot on its path of perfection.
I love the Visualization of the game. After I deliver the perfect stroke, I love to watch, without moving a muscle, the tiny, bright, beautiful, colorful balls travel down the perfectly sited line towards the big pocket. I love to see the colorful ball roll off of the table like the bright yellow sun setting in the grand canyon, a true site of perfection.
I love the emotions of the game. I love the amount of concentration I must have to play well. I love that confident feeling of approaching the table, Knowing I am going to run alot of balls. I have the courage, inner piece and calm to control my nerves and make ball after ball after ball.