"You Know You've Been Playing Pool For A Really Long Time When..."

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DJSTEVEZ

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...you remember when there was only 6 different brands of Cue Tips:

  1. Royal Oak
  2. Elk Master
  3. Le' Pro
  4. Triangle
  5. Triumph
  6. Chendavert Champion (those were those fancy French tips with the backing).

 
You Know You've Been Playing Pool For A Really Long Time When..............when you repeat over and over..."I should have stayed in school"
 
Ppl get bent when you call cloth, felt.

Known ppl who have been re-felting tables for over 30 years, they still call it felt.
 
...when you're on only your second game of one-pocket.


Jeff, sorry, couldn't resist, Livingston
 
When I started playing pool it was against the law to play 9 ball in a pool hall, in Texas. 1959.

I played snooker at the Pasadena (Texas) Recreation Hall. They had 5 snooker tables in good condition and 4 8' pool tables that were not playable.

As far as tips. I didn't know there were different tips. I had a two piece cue that I bought that had a soft tip but not an Elk Master. It dried out and fell off. The repairman at the bowling alley that had a pool hall in it, in San Diego put a hard tip on it. That was the worst tip I have ever played with, glazed like crazy.
 
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When you call the pen a screw
when a game of straight pool is to 125 points not a race to 125
when I ran racks not packs
when good players wore alligator shoes not sneakers
when a player was stalling not sandbagging
you still practice spot shots
your case holds only one cue
you go around to every table asking for action
you think that knocking someone is chicken---- not the right thing to do
you don't quit winner
you don't quit until you're broke or the place closes
If you get trapped you blame YOURSELF, and don't whine about it
If you win betting on side you give the player something
jack
 
strmanglr scott said:
Ppl get bent when you call cloth, felt.

Known ppl who have been re-felting tables for over 30 years, they still call it felt.
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There was a pretty well known room in Fairfield, CT called "The Felt Forum".
For non-NYC area people, this was a play on words because Madison Square Garden had a smaller theatre venue in its bowels knwon as the Felt Forum.
It was a high level action room for strictly low level players, lol. Outfitted in exclusively with Gandy Big G's, serious players played elsewhere. -Z-
 
...when you remember rooms where rotation and eight-ball weren't allowed in the main area.
 
You been playin pool a long time when:
You stay out all night without calling and wife is perfectly fine knowing where you are!
 
mchnhed said:
How can you "re-felt" a table if it isn't called felt?
Wouldn't it be called "re-clothing" a table?

***Actually the material is called baize.***
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baize
So....Re-baize a table?
Doesn't sound right.
Re-cloth it is then.
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Actually, we play on cloth...unless you're playing bar box in a dive..
....then it's probably baize...which is a coarse version of cloth.

strmanglr scott said:
Lol, I'll stick w re-felting. I feel I need to feel again.
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I was playing a guy for $20...he hung the nine...he yelled 'This table needs new felt!"....
...I told him "It's cloth...pay up."
He said "I'll call it anything I @&$#% well want."....gave me the twenty...
...told him.."You owe me another thirty."...:cool:
He says "What the hell you talkin' about?"
..told him..."I feel like calling a twenty a fifty now."

:grin:
 
...when you can remember when no serious player would ever be seen playing on anything but a 9 foot table, and 8-ball was only a game for teen age birthday parties and church youth fellowship get togethers. Real players played 6-ball, 9-ball and one pocket. Occasionally somebody would try a little straight pool but it was mostly a cure for insomnia.

Imagine my shock after a 40 year layoff to see serious players playing 8-ball on 7 foot tables!
 
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When you're 76 and Ma still drops you off at the poolroom at noon, even though she's 97. You still carry the old zipper case with the Willie Hoppe cue, complete with an Elkmaster tip. The Lone Ranger lunch box you carried in school holds a thermos of soup, a peanut butter sandwich and a little baggie of Oreos. You scan the room for a game and spot a youngster of 60 or so and figure you'll have to spot him to get a game for the time.
 
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when you don't know the names of these young whipper-snappers winning all the tournaments.
 
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