You know you're obsessed with pool when...

sugeknight

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I've been thinking about compiling this list for a while now. Here are a few to start off that were inspired by my own habits and comments repeatedly made by my girlfriend.

You know you're obsessed with pool when...

-You've been waiting for BCN to post a new match for the past year

-You're girlfriend asks you if you love her or pool more (in a less than half joking way)

-You fall asleep every night watching pool matches from youtube

-When shopping for new clothes you wonder how they will look on you while shooting pool

-You walk around the house with your cue together and practice stoking on random pieces of furniture

-You stay home on Saturday night of Memorial Day weekend, when you should be out at the clubs or bars drinking with hommies, to watch a pool match being streamed on the internet


Feel free to add any you can think of
 
-You stay home on Saturday night of Memorial Day weekend, when you should be out at the clubs or bars drinking with hommies, to watch a pool match being streamed on the internet


That's what I really miss. Being able to go out to a bar watching TAR match ups with friends. The chat room is fun, but to have a beer and enjoy the game with friends is betyer!
 
You go furniture shopping with the wife and she gets mad because she realizes you're fawning over a curly maple cabinet daydreaming about cues. (happened to me last week)
 
Here are a few...

When you look down a hallway with open doors and you start visualizing how you could bank or cut people into the rooms if you had a cue ball big enough.

When your hand is always forming a closed bridge yet your no where near a table or cue:)

Agree with Victor. Every nice wood you see gets the thought, how would that look or feel in a cue.

When you won't move to a new neighborhood unless it has a quality billiard establishment.

Kevin
 
.........you're in a room with people and you see the angles from peoples heads into the corners from your position:thumbup:
 
when on more than one time after playing some pool you find yourself leaving a pool room or bar and you can't find your vehicle.

when you dream out loud that you are playing a tough 9 ball match.

when you can't play your best game of pool unless it's 4:30 in the morning and you're betting high.
 
Your wife is stressed out putting tiny white candy beads on a wedding cake with a cut-off bamboo skewer. It is due for delivery at 2 PM...

... and you clear a spot on her bench, grab a skewer, and start hitting beads into imaginary pockets.

Yup, just happened. That's why I'm sitting in here on the computer right now. :embarrassed2:
 
Okay, there's a lot of them, and to be fair most were stolen from the funny pic thread (that I'm still working my way through):

You own more scuffers than toothbrushes.
A pool case is considered essential luggage.
You know every tip size possible but forgot your own clothing sizes.
You use powder before you pick up your pen in the office.
Your wife greets every night with a somewhat disturbed look on her face and says 'Where is your match tonight'?
Your VHS tape of 'The Hustler' had to be replaced more than once because of use.
Some parts of your left hand (right for south paws) is permanently blue.
You think 'Bridge Over Troubled Waters' is a song about a foul called because sweat dropped on the ball being shot over.
You walk around the dinner table more than once before sitting down to eat.
Your term for male masturbation is "balls-in-hand".
When someone racks their brains, you still complain about the rack
You use shaft cleaner to wash your dick.
Someone says "check out the nice rack" and you look at the pool table instead of the girl.
When you buy a house, the selling point is whether there is a poolroom near.
Any clothing purchase is always based on whether blue chalk will stain it.
Travelling 1000 miles for a tournament seems perfectly reasonable.
You unconsciously start handicapping every sporting event you watch.
You're disappointed because the hotel pool sign means swimming pool not pool table.
You skip a family gathering so you can go to a cheap tournament, "win" 37 dollars, go home with less money and still have a great day.
When you're looking at a plate of peas and you have not found a dead one to run out.
When you clean your cues more then your car..Or self.
You go up to the bar and get a beer and a roll of quarters.
You make yourself late for work because you had to go back and get your cue.
When you go on a long trip, your cues take up half your baggage allowance.
You go to bars alone just to watch the pool on satellite TV.
Your buddy says "Look at that nice butt." and you actually look at her pool cue for a second. Then you say, "Ooops, I thought you meant her cue." and your buddy says, "I did."
Someone offers to sell you a bridge and you buy it.
Someone brings a Budweiser cue into the bar to play with and you suspect it has a Predator shaft and a Moori tip.
You can masse a Skittle with the eraser end of a pencil.
The trade-in value on your cue is more than the trade-in on your car.
You move a coin around the table during dinner.
You still lose sleep over a missed 6-ball in 1999.
You come home without chalk on your pants and your wife thinks you cheated.
You go into your stance when doing the dishes.
The masseuse asks you whether stress has given you the knots on your shoulders and neck and you say, "No, dragshots."
The poolhall owner feels betrayed because you spent the weekend with your girlfriend.
You factor in tournament entry fees and/or money matches to your monthly bills.
You can name the Last 5 U.S. OPEN winners quitckly but have to think about your answer for the last 5 presidents.
The poolroom mgr asks if you're here before he answers the phone.
When the kindergarten teacher holds up the number nine and your kid yells "money ball!"
You know what year you bought your favorite stick, but don't know what year your kid was born.
You can describe your cue in detail, but can't remember the color of your wife's eyes.
You consider taking out a loan to buy a pool cue.
When you flip someone off you can't avoid your thumb and forefinger touching.
You can talk about shafts, butts, racks, balls, tits, felt, and screw without laughing.
People stop asking 'What are you doing tonight?"
Your cue travels with you regardless of your plans for the evening.
The thought of dating a non-pool player is insane to you.
You avoid holding hands with your significant other in fear of your hand getting sticky.
You have a whole cue repair system in your case; ie. tips, glue...lathe.
You think a stock tip is what came on your McDermott.
You have refused to watch the Academy Awards since "The Hustler" was snubbed for best picture.
You have forgotten and left groceries in the car overnight but never your cue.
You have ever referred to a loan to your buddy as "money on the wire".
Your wife asks "where should we go on vacation" you calculate where the best action is.
You hope your league team will be able to win again after the parole board meets.
You try and claim billiards training on your taxes as an educational expense.
You look at your cue and say that it has survived 5 signifigant others.
 
Okay, there's a lot of them, and to be fair most were stolen from the funny pic thread (that I'm still working my way through):

You own more scuffers than toothbrushes.
A pool case is considered essential luggage.
You know every tip size possible but forgot your own clothing sizes.
You use powder before you pick up your pen in the office.
Your wife greets every night with a somewhat disturbed look on her face and says 'Where is your match tonight'?
Your VHS tape of 'The Hustler' had to be replaced more than once because of use.
Some parts of your left hand (right for south paws) is permanently blue.
You think 'Bridge Over Troubled Waters' is a song about a foul called because sweat dropped on the ball being shot over.
You walk around the dinner table more than once before sitting down to eat.
Your term for male masturbation is "balls-in-hand".
When someone racks their brains, you still complain about the rack
You use shaft cleaner to wash your dick.
Someone says "check out the nice rack" and you look at the pool table instead of the girl.
When you buy a house, the selling point is whether there is a poolroom near.
Any clothing purchase is always based on whether blue chalk will stain it.
Travelling 1000 miles for a tournament seems perfectly reasonable.
You unconsciously start handicapping every sporting event you watch.
You're disappointed because the hotel pool sign means swimming pool not pool table.
You skip a family gathering so you can go to a cheap tournament, "win" 37 dollars, go home with less money and still have a great day.
When you're looking at a plate of peas and you have not found a dead one to run out.
When you clean your cues more then your car..Or self.
You go up to the bar and get a beer and a roll of quarters.
You make yourself late for work because you had to go back and get your cue.
When you go on a long trip, your cues take up half your baggage allowance.
You go to bars alone just to watch the pool on satellite TV.
Your buddy says "Look at that nice butt." and you actually look at her pool cue for a second. Then you say, "Ooops, I thought you meant her cue." and your buddy says, "I did."
Someone offers to sell you a bridge and you buy it.
Someone brings a Budweiser cue into the bar to play with and you suspect it has a Predator shaft and a Moori tip.
You can masse a Skittle with the eraser end of a pencil.
The trade-in value on your cue is more than the trade-in on your car.
You move a coin around the table during dinner.
You still lose sleep over a missed 6-ball in 1999.
You come home without chalk on your pants and your wife thinks you cheated.
You go into your stance when doing the dishes.
The masseuse asks you whether stress has given you the knots on your shoulders and neck and you say, "No, dragshots."
The poolhall owner feels betrayed because you spent the weekend with your girlfriend.
You factor in tournament entry fees and/or money matches to your monthly bills.
You can name the Last 5 U.S. OPEN winners quitckly but have to think about your answer for the last 5 presidents.
The poolroom mgr asks if you're here before he answers the phone.
When the kindergarten teacher holds up the number nine and your kid yells "money ball!"
You know what year you bought your favorite stick, but don't know what year your kid was born.
You can describe your cue in detail, but can't remember the color of your wife's eyes.
You consider taking out a loan to buy a pool cue.
When you flip someone off you can't avoid your thumb and forefinger touching.
You can talk about shafts, butts, racks, balls, tits, felt, and screw without laughing.
People stop asking 'What are you doing tonight?"
Your cue travels with you regardless of your plans for the evening.
The thought of dating a non-pool player is insane to you.
You avoid holding hands with your significant other in fear of your hand getting sticky.
You have a whole cue repair system in your case; ie. tips, glue...lathe.
You think a stock tip is what came on your McDermott.
You have refused to watch the Academy Awards since "The Hustler" was snubbed for best picture.
You have forgotten and left groceries in the car overnight but never your cue.
You have ever referred to a loan to your buddy as "money on the wire".
Your wife asks "where should we go on vacation" you calculate where the best action is.
You hope your league team will be able to win again after the parole board meets.
You try and claim billiards training on your taxes as an educational expense.
You look at your cue and say that it has survived 5 signifigant others.


LOL .... or when you do this. :thumbup:
 
I have been passionate about this game for decades and perhaps I first realized this as a youngster.

I can vividly recall a vacation trip when I was about 8 years old. My dad pulled into a motel and the lit motel sign read, VACANCY/POOL.

I recall quite well, getting my hopes up, thinking there could possibly be a pool table at this location. Well, you know the rest of the story. It was just a swimming pool.

But you know, I will never forget that trip for another reason. That's where I learned to swim....

Stan Shuffett
 
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Whenever I play 8-ball, with non-leaguers, I usually ask BCA, APA, or house rules.

Bought a VCR/DVD burner combo because I found a good deal on VHS accu-stats tapes.

Bring cubes of chalk with me on vacation, just in case there's a pool table in the hotel or nearby bar. A ziplock bag of chalk and slip-on tips is alot easier to pack than a spare cue.

First clue that a long time couple broke up is when I noticed they came back playing for different teams. 2nd confirmation was checking Facebook.

On my recent trip to Las Vegas for the BCAPL Nationals, I told one of my roommates. Kim, in sharing this room I don't think of you as a woman, but an C+, or a SL 7.
 
when you take your pool playing buddy on your honey moon.


when you wake up in the hospital from being in a coma for weeks and the first question you ask you wife is ( you didnt sell my cues ) ?


When your wife gives you the final option either you stop playing pool or im going to devorce you. :D

When you wounder if heaven or hell has pool tables. :rolleyes:
and thinking if heaven doesnt have pool tables do I really want to go there.

Last but not least when you are at funeral and your looking at the casket thinking how cool of a pool cue the wood used in the casket would make.

I need professional help ....:p
MMike
 
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