Lou:
The only solution is to change your last name.
Lou,
You got to fight fire with fire. Break out the I-pod.
A serious response you want?Whistling has always been murder one me, that, and if someone brings in an infant.
Three (hell, make it four.. I could go on) things distract me:
1) The latin guys who all stand around the table playing that odd rotation game where they start with all (most) the balls on the rail and just hit the crap out of them trying to make something. They are always in your way!
2) The bangers who walk right up behind/ next to you when you are shooting your key ball. They just stand there waiting for you to shoot then after sharking the crap out of you hurriedly bend over and slap some ball around their table and and pray it goes in. In the meantime they just sharked you out of your (8-ball, 9-ball, high run, etc...) run out.
3) The guys/ girls who when they go (or coming back from) to get a beer from the bar have to walk right next to your table and sometimes will even put their hand on the table as they round the edge of your table. I have had them actually grab the pocket as they walk by as I am shooting the ball at it.
4) Then there are those who are playing on an adjacent table who can't sit the f*** down and will stand in your line of aim/ sight and waive their stick around or dance around like they gotta piss or something!
Gee, you must think I have the focus of a gnat! LOL
Well the thing is that your team was palying the Mets which should of been an exciting game for your team. Alot of hits and what not !
What i am trying to imply is that The Mets Stink !!!!!!
Let's Go Yankees !
Steve
Lou,
If this kid is anything like you, he'll be back in the minors in no time.
1] Gotta love the cue spinner, classic.
2] The guy that watches himself in mirror stroking.
3] The one guy that is CONSTANTLY dressing his tip with some contraption that makes noise, he is my favorite.
Nothing really bothers me but me...but here is distraction from hell;
I was in heated battle with one of my friends playing one pocket, it was a weekend night and some outta work kids found our sanctuary. Anyway one lil kid bout 16 sits in the players chair, which I didnt mind cause my bigazz didnt fit in it. I was finally going to put the daggar in my opponent when this kid has a seizure of some kind, RIGHT WHERE I NEED TO STAND TO SHOOT THE CASE BALL !!! 40 minutes later after F/R came and did their job...my friend sez "you need one, I need a Doctor". The seizure kid sharked me, I dogged it and my friend, who also was shaken by the whole flop on the floor routine we just witnessed ran out like tap water. I stood up and yelled for F/R to come back...the room busted out laughing.
Lou,
I've given this thread topic some thought and of course many things can get under my skin but the ONE thing that will make me get up and leave is if the music is way too loud! About ten years ago I asked the bartender at a pool hall in San Antonio to turn down the music (it was noon and only two other patrons were in there) and she wouldn't turn it down. I finally walked out completely pissed off.
Nowadays, the pool room I go to in Fort Worth is awesome. But if the music is too loud, I just ask them if they can turn it down and they do. Of course, I can't focus until it gets turned down but that usually isn't more than 10 minutes. It doesn't happen very often, but that truly is my biggest distraction when I am practicing. I mean, if the music is louder than the ipod earbuds in my ears, then come on!
Other little distractions that might bother me have already been mentioned - people walking up to me when I have my ipod on and ask me to practice, people talking about my shots behind me, drunk players not respecting space, smokers using my table to smoke while I'm practicing, etc. But the one that would make me quit practicing and walk out is the loud music, that thankfully doesn't happen that often anymore.
Yeah, Trigger, I'm with you on that one. My home room has a speaker system that could double as wall-to-wall microwave.
BUT, I have a new one too: when you visit a new room and some nit starts taking your picture, or, as happen today, video of you playing. This last happen to me when I was visiting Florida a few months back and some guy started taking my picture with his cell phone. Today, I'm knocking them around in a room in LA and some dufus pool room detective starts shooting video.
I hate that.
Lou Figueroa
not tryiing to
sneak up on anyone
Poor Lou... so many distractions! And what a pain - like the paparazzi following you around again!/QUOTE]
You're pulling my chain, aren't you, Trigger. (No wait! Maybe she's pulling your trigger, instead.)
And here I thought you were so much nicer than all that.
Lou Figueroa
sigh, another bubble
burst