Ron Burgundy:"It's
a formidable scent. It stings the nostrils. In a good way." Brian Fantana:"Yep." Ron Burgundy:"Brian, I'm gonna
be honest with you, that smells like pure gasoline." Brian Fantana:"They've
done studies you know. 60% of the time, it works
every time." Ron Burgundy:"That makes
no sense."
Managed all my players in the best position on the field,
Main objective? To achieve advancement en route for the finals
coming this June 2007. The match was nearly 12 hours, we
won, both teams.
As long as everybody knows their position and bearing
no animosity toward they’re others, then the only
opponent is the other team.
Team: Get in the hole worked well together. It was getting
a little bumpy towards the end there, but, that is expected
after 10 hours of non-stop pool dealings; at least from most
pool team captains. As a captain, organization of your players,
can sometimes be like divisions in your troops; first wave
second wave and so on. Your archers are in an elevated position
and your infantry is in the front lines, then finally, you
save your best for last in any war game portfolio.
Somewhere in the middle
Earlier in the matches, Douglas remembered to keep it simple
in his second game. Susan was a terror to her opponents on
both her matches; practice makes points. Captain Serafina
was juggling between two teams, her application was both
in mental and physical; I think Serafina is learning game
transitional modes, captain? Or player? Can one manage players’ games
and manage their own game at the same time? I find myself
completely drained after just watching my player’s
shoot there’s.
Already on two shots, makers and powers.
It was looking bleak when we lost the fourth in
the second round. Serafina’s team, (Pocket Aces), had
just won on the table next to us, afterward, they came over
to our side (team Get in the hole) and the energy went up
a few notches, it was a great night. Everybody shot well;
it was a good APA NYC Tricup event.
On the hill in the fifth
J.Q, made a spectacular break, making
5 high balls and one low, 5 plus 1, that equals six balls getting
in the hole; wow.
Though, J.Q was three balls away from the final hole after
his spectacular break, he began to opt for low balls anyway,
I am not sure? But I think? Douglas talked him into sticking
with high, I think, why do I think? Cause I was swing one down
to calm my nerves. So, J.Q proceeded in making the final three
in the best way he can, J.Q succeeded. Team Get in The Hole is
going to the City finals.
“Never
make anyone a priority if you are there option”
Tuesday Night
Pool and Shots
Wed Night
Its dead here its alive Here-hear
Very
metaphorical on Wed night. The E-Bar was very lively.
Then I went to B-Fly, and It was very
dead. No pool peeps no-noth’n,
I've never seen the B-Fly like that before, just a
nice bartender, a smoke’n
hot drunken chick and my cup of coffee with
half and half; did I mention there was no sugar.
I am not kidding you, when I write this… Late
last night (Wed), I got off the train, continued on my
way home; I came across a pussycat. Black, large, cold,
head crushed, body surrounded by dirty ice and snow and
very dead.
I took it as a sign from my recent events; whenever
I come across death, it’s always a sign, relevant
of contemporary moments of my silly-emo-states these
last few weeks.
This morning, on my way back to
the subway train, on that same block, just on the
opposite side, I saw a pussycat. Black, large, beautiful
wide green eyes and very much alive, climbing up
and thru a fence, It looked at me for just a quick
moment, showed no apprehension, or any kind of reaction,
what so ever, of my noticing it’s
brilliance, cats often do show quick tense reaction
when one suddenly stops on the street, call’s
to-it-ta-give the cute pussycat stroke and attention.
I had to do it; I had to be to be absolutely sure that
I wasn’t crazy. Whew. I found myself reassured,
oddly. This morning already knowing what my day was going
to result in, resulted in it. Thank the stars it wasn’t
any worse, could have been better, still its not so bad.
I am warm inside; also, I like my depth, I loath part
time relationships, it gives me a headache. It’s
so shallow, so misleading; so unreliable. Thru out the
day, I kept thinking this motto I have been coming across
in random places in and out of the Internet.
“Never make anyone a priority
if you are there option”
Feb 18th
19th 2007 Sunday, Monday Morning. Just a few words and a few
more Pics of recent
Happy
New year
There are times
in your life when you need your friends, loved ones, family,
comrades and such. It is moments like that; moments in your
life, wren’s life and death are involved; you need your
people around. I think that is when one will start looking
at faces and placing the ideas of what you need with that face;
that is a mistake. Here is one particular error that comes
to mind about that mistake, when one has a temporary distortion
in there rational due to distressing issues, while trying to
deal with or get over that distressing issue. You forget who
some people really are. And then you are despondently or wickedly
remind what shallow is. But it is also the knock in the head
that happens when diving into a shallow pool that will bring
you back to your senses.
I deserve better,
at least that is what I was said too, it was nice to hear
that, I needed that, I needed to hear that. I think I do
deserve better. I get adversity, every now and then, and
I am not talking about pool, I’m talking about life,
I’ll take the challenge. I do not easily quit, maybe
I should apply this stubbornness to my pool game sense,
the only problem with that is (pool), it’s that,
sometime, when you win, you lose, and vise versa. Sometimes
when you play in a match, and then lose, you’ve really
won, not so much winning the point, but winning the respect
of your colleges; this is something you do not seek to
do, always make your best effort to win; people admire
and get inspired by the heart and determination of one
efforts than they do when one gets a point. Not seeking
enlightenment and then getting it is what strive is without
making a strive for it.
Wed Morning
...Sometimes its just not worth it....
Did you ever feel like your headed for
a brick wall? The only time I felt this way before is when
I was turning 20, then 30, then 40, and now? I don’t
even want to say it, that number 50; oops. I woke up heated
today, today-on Valentines Day, a Hallmark day. Don’t
know why on the outside, but on the inside? Maybe, some were
deep I already know. I lost a family member about a week
ago, even before I new him or her, It broke me and my brother
inside, I’ve
been broken before, it took me years to rebuild, still to
this day, I am not the same as before; I never will. I think
the drinking might be changing the chemicals in my brain.
To start acting like a 25 year old, now? I think I need to
face some Facts here. My heart is broken…again. Always
this time of year. I felt like beating people up on Valentines
Day, love not war I keep thinking to myself. It’s a
good thing Ronnie didn’t have the old J available.
Or I might of finished another bottle, not that-that is enough
2 make me fall down, I am already down. I wish I new what
to say to her. I see her and I get so-so speechless, did
you ever stare at the ocean and know when her wave is going
to break on the rocks?
Feb 12th 2007
Monday Early Morning 4am....then at night
Here
it comes...again...
I would not
be happy meeting a team in Vegas that plays on a table like
this and with a rack like that.
Greg Meaney: "Hey, Waterboy! Is your girlfriend
gonna save you again?" Bobby: "Oh, no, sir. I'm gonna take matters into my
own hands. You'll see." Greg Meaney: "Bring it to the Hole!
You're ass is mine! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!" Bobby: "You sound like a big choo-choo train."
NYC will never win Vegas as long as NYC is competing
with NYC.
“I heard he’s not happy being a Level 5”.
“He wants to be a 6”....
... For every level 5 in NYC
that wants to be a level 6, there is a level 3 some were from
redneck-vill USA who shoots like a NYC seven waiting in Vegas
to kick his heiney. That’s
right, I said heiney.
I find lots of objectionable things about APA handicap system,
but, it is the people; sometimes, that can even be more objectionable,
yes, the people. The emerged ego of the people. Not a person
on a team, but people. People in clumps make a ghost ego that
start to linger about the mojo of the teams in NYC. Most captains
know what I am talking about.
Then
there are those guys, those guys out there, way out there.
Out there in the grand old USA, some were in the middle, away
from any large body of sandy beaches, blue waters and ocean
liners. There’s a dude, missing a tooth, but not missing
a ball, who plays like GOD or Efran Reyes, and he or she will
only be a level 3 maybe a 4, never having anyone complaining
in his or hers community, like a big flipping baby, “oh!
You just ran the a table, your not a 4”. One reason?
The state of redneck-vill, u-know, that trailer Town Park in
the woods, were everything is built out of pool table parts,
only have 20 teams in it, with 8 million players in a state
that can populate 10 million people, and they all now each
other, and they are friends, and they are related; like cousins.
Then there are those other states in the middle of some were-vill
USA, ya-know. That family of pool players, holding hands on
their way back home, coming from a family outing of pool playing
at the local pool hall bar and grill. The papa pool player
opens the door to his home built of Brunswick
and Olhausen wood. Walks into the living room and see’s somebody been
playing pool on his pool table chair! Then the mama pool player
says “hey! Somebody’s been playing pool on my pool
Kitchen-table!” Then little Timmy runs up stairs, see’s
his Smonis quilt and mattress dinged up and says” hey
somebody’s been sleeping in my pool Table bed”.
Anyway, I seriously doubt NYC will ever get the big win in
Vegas as long the Handicap system is managed by different opinions
of what truly is a level of any number from state to state.
According to the APA a three only makes three balls a majority
of the time on the table a four makes four and so on.
Ron Burgundy: I don't
normally do this, but I felt compelled to tell you something.....
You have an absolutely breath-taking... heiney. I mean, that
thing's good...... I wanna be friends with it.
[Veronica just sits
and stares at Ron]
Ron Burgundy: I
wanna say something. I'm gonna put it out there; if you like
it, you can take it, if you don't, send it right back..........
I want to be on you.
[Veronica turns and walks away]
Ron Burgundy: ? Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. I...
I wanna be on you.
[Ron is still confusedwhy as to why
Veronica got up and walked away]
I drank so much of the liquor named Jameson
on Friday night-and-yet; still, I was able to stand on my feet
and function like a normal drunk. Despite the fact on Thursday
night I got wasted and ate lots of garlic knots and pizza 2am
in the morning attempting and get over it. It didnt work,
I was bealching garlic for the remaning of the night, But at
least I didnt have a hangover cuase I was still stoned on the
booze 4 hours later. I have been told that one can barely tell
if I’m
hammered, inebriated, wobbly, Geroge’d out or whatever
you want to call drunkenness, that is strange I find, Its all
good. I probably wont drink until next weekend anyway. And
beside, if I can survive -4th-of-July-2005- I
can survive a bottle of the old J anyway.
I did it again... I drank so much
I cannot really remember what happened exactly. I love
my camera.
Sisters
Katey
Cheese and Whiskey
"Love can be Automatic, but
sometimes its not an automatic orgasm"
Feb 4th,
5th 2007 Sunday. Super chips Sunday . Monday GET IN THE HOLE.
Me
am drunk in Erics Living room
I knew the Bears
were gonna lose. Especially after getting a touch
down in the first play of the game Jeez! Talk about
premature pointalation. Getting a point in that aggressive
manner will only lead to a downward spiral of point quality
right afterward; unless you get a touch down on every
play. The Coltsnow had a strive to survive while the
Bears egotistically stride to one-up there own success
so early in the game. Anything less than a touch down?
is. Well? less than a touch down. Blowing your load so
early in any game/match most of the time will lead to
a lose in the end.
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Then
there are those guys, those guys out there, way out there.
Out there in the grand old USA, some were in the middle, away
from any large body of sandy beaches, blue waters and ocean
liners. There’s a dude, missing a tooth, but not missing
a ball, who plays like GOD or Efran Reyes, and he or she will
only be a level 3 maybe a 4, never having anyone complaining
in his or hers community, like a big flipping baby, “oh!
You just ran the a table, your not a 4”. One reason?
The state of redneck-vill, u-know, that trailer Town Park in
the woods, were everything is built out of pool table parts,
only have 20 teams in it, with 8 million players in a state
that can populate 10 million people, and they all now each
other, and they are friends, and they are related; like cousins. 
Then there are those other states in the middle of some were-vill
USA, ya-know. That family of pool players, holding hands on
their way back home, coming from a family outing of pool playing
at the local pool hall bar and grill. The papa pool player
opens the door to his 
