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Entry: November 29th 2007 Wed Night... Just Hanging around |
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Entry: November 29th 2007 Wed Night... Just Hanging around |
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"Good character is more to be praised than outstanding talent. Most talents are, to some extent, a gift. Good character, by contrast, is not given to us. We have to build it, piece by piece--by thought, choice, courage and determination"
~H. Jackson Brown
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Gail |
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Gail does not look happy ...
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The small of her back |
Lappy, four seven times... two cues, two nines... |
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Tony then Linda |
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Entry: November 28th 2007 Wed |
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" The Canvas of the pool table. Yes, The pool tables canvas (samonis or other) will influence your stroke. If I am stroking like Rembrandt, and my piece ends up looking like Van Gogh, well, maybe I should be a little more considerate of the canvas I am painting on…er…playing on. " |
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I am only going to assume, the action I put on the cue ball is going to depend on the kind of certain quality equipments I took into consideration before I orcastrated my concert
Of APA Monday night pool league Blah-blah-blah. Consideration-like, the kind of English that I thought was needed to get the cue ball and the object ball from point A to point B. Also, I took into consideration, how I will apply the action on the ball.
My stance, my form, my attitude, knowing the kind of stick I have, the kind of tip that is on my stick, the weight of my cue stick, how I am handling it from bridge to grip, how I am stroking it, and….and…..and…., yes, the surface I am playing on. Yes, The surface I am playing on, also, taking into consideration, the subtlety of the weather and environmental surface exists in.
Ah, where is Johnny Archer when you need him? Earl the Pearl, I would think might have a thing or two, maybe, even three to say about texture and tooth of the playing field. Tooth is a word; I used often when I do my portrait art from time to time. How the surface complimented pencil or paintbrush slide, along with the variance in quality of the drawing or painting.
Like painting a moment, you see it happen before you attempt to make it so. Yes, the surface of the canvas made a difference on how my paint and strokes would apply the paint and the results.
The Canvas of the pool table. Yes, The pool tables canvas (samonis or other) will influence your stroke. If I am stroking like Rembrandt, and my piece ends up looking like Van Gogh, well, maybe I should be a little more considerate of the canvas I am painting on…er…playing on. |
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"Ah, where is Johnny Archer when you need him? Earl the Pearl, I would think might have a thing or two, maybe, even three to say about texture and tooth of the playing field" |
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The Other Felt....Jeez... |
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Entry: November 27th 2007... Half an Half |
... About Monday Night ...
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Last Night Monday View... |
Tuesday Morning View |
Robert... |
Jeremey... |
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If it was not for the Graciousness of Team Herd of Turtles last night, along with Robert being the only winner, our lose would of been a very painful one... |
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This Morning a break in the dark |
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Where is Willy T? |
Good Karma.... Good Shot |
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Entry: November 26th 2007... Monday Morning... Just thinking back a bit... |
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Tony Robles - Caroline Pao |
Gina Thinks...Salsa? |
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All I can be familiar with, is…
I’m not going to remember how I got it in the hole. I am not going to remember how I missed getting it in the hole and I am not going to try and recollect as I am shooting, what I am doing.
I’m just going to try and be in the moment, not beat myself up, or pat my self on the back, or wonder with the would-a-could-a-should-a as I am trying to do the best I can to be in the moment.
Try and remember these important elusive principle of your match William, and with a little luck along with your opponent giving you an E8, S8, S8; everything should be cherry. |
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Entry: November 24th, 25th 2007... |
Saturday afternoon... Just a note.. Then off to shoot some... then Sunday night... About Dexter...
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Sunday Night ..... ShoTime
Nice Guy Serial Killer Dexter Morgan, his code for killing, his code for taking out the trash, the trash being the bad guy who gets away with murder, has nothing in it about killing good cops, cops very much like Dex’s late father, Harry, who taught him the code.
Sgt-Doakes, is an above average cop, unofficially documented as being a royal pain in the ass to villains around. Again I will state, Sgt-Doakes is very-very good cop. Doakes is in trouble now. But, Dexter has to weigh his priorities; it appears he (Dexter) must kill Doakes if he wants to continue being “the dark avenger”.
If he (Dexter) in fact kills Sgt-Doakes, this would be going against his (Dexter) code taught to him by Harry, against everything Dexter is. |
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Saturday.... I’m going to share something with you guys, something that all you people should remember.
Its about three things.
Of course, these three things, should, get done at some-convenient point you'll find, but these three things in life; you should never ever make a priority.
These three things, you, should never ever invest any kind of emotional stress; involve yourself in it as some sort of managerial, meditation session or to be made as an important issue to deal with. Though, Zen practice makes it a point to make clean surounding for yourself, it does not mean to be anal about it.
These three things, will always, be around, long after your children’s-children’s children are long-long-gone; these three things, are not to get in the way, of any venture in your life, these three things should never compromise your family unity, these three things should never ever-ever take up any of your precious time, life is to short to worry or stress about these three petty things.... >
1. Washing the dishes
2. Throwing out the garbage
3. Making your bed
Cause those three petty things, Will still be there, Long long long after you’re dead.
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Entry: November, 22nd. 2007 Thanksgiving day, |
and the the day before and the day after....
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A 14 pounder, and the turkey was mostly gone by the next day…
Friday afternoon: My ribs hurt, I got bear claw, I cant suck in my gut. Im slow moving, I cant think, Im tired... Ok I'll go eat some more...
Thursday night: My family and I watched a movie as we ate wonderfully cooked food from a forest called grocery, a place of canned food, boxed goods and dead wild game.
Planet Terror, a zombie flick, is not the movie to watch with a plate of hot freshly cooked food. But because the Fuentes stomach is made of iron, it was ok to watch; blood, pus and guts slowly ooze and then rocket out of every cavity of the human body in the silly Tarantino, Robert Rodriguez grin house flick. Yeah I can eat thru that...
It was fun and funny and with a bottle of knob creek to help a little as well. |
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So I noticed there wasn’t much Thanksgiving propaganda going in the city this year. Barely anything anywhere I’m familiar with. I guess it’s just so, what are we really celebrating? Do I even have to say it? Boy, the information super highway thing really knocked that holiday out of the park. Don’t get me wrong, its not like its really bothering me, I’m part Indian; southern Indian as in Florida’dn with some Cuban, Porto Rican, Sicilian-Moors on the rail road along with a little Chinese as well; whatever.
I like the eating part of Thanksgiving, but, why-now are we traditionaly expected to over eat on this day? Hm? Now, can society come up with a new-rational to have this day off of work other than it being Thanksgiving and hearing all the time "yeah-I know about the indians getting the shaft so what are we really celebrating"? One rational for this day. Thanksgiving; to eat with family members we see once a year most of us don’t even want to eat with? The fact the we even have to come with a reason to get a day off and stay in to eat heavily denotes do we even care about how so many generation past were duped into thinking Thanksgiving was a holiday of greatness for America. Can we just forget about it? Forget thanksgiving all together and just chalk it up to a historical misleading to so many people. To do so, would mean, what? |
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Planet Hungry |
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My Mac and Cheese shines like the Sun
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George is Singing... George...is...sing-ing...
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Entry: November 21st 2007. Wed... |
It's a blog, my spelling is not going to be so- ya-know...
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This entry is not about any of the people in the images surounding..
Sandbagging 101. I'll give him this match, Now I’ll take this match, Then I’ll give him this match, Ill take this match, here is an opportunity for me to miss the pocket, here is an opportunity to win this one. Let me safety like this cause he cant kick this. I got ball in hand I will now run the table…hm.. Maybe Ill let him win this one by hanging the nine. Ok now Ill take this one after I rack.
I’m-talk’n, about non-professionals here…
Sandbagging 101, continued
Your sandbagging! What does that mean? Can you be a D/D+ player and have the skill to sandbag? That’s like saying; I get the ball in the hole 60% of the time every time. That makes no sense…
It takes more skill to sandbag than it does to get the ball in the hole… Too identify some one as a “sandbagger” is indicating that-that person (the sandbagger or one who is sand bagging) is in control of the match or matches they play with you from beginning to end; manipulating results with great skill. How good does one have to be, to think, “today I’ll lose, then tomorrow I’ll win.” You have to be pretty damn good to think you can win and lose anytime you want. Unless your gambling on your win and lose manipulation-attempts, and hope you get the results you want, then again, how many D’s, C’s and B’s do you know whom can afford to just give away games, and then know they can take games when they simply want to? Gamblers? Money players? What if you are not a money player, what if you like to gamble once in a while but have a real job? What if, you just have a transcended aptitude for the game? Along with being fearless fast and free. What if one, or a even a team develops a rapore for there environment quickly?
One’s aptitude for billiards, for some pool players, develops and adapt quicker then most billiard handicap systems can keep up. Meaning, yes, some one can be truly a D one-day and jump up a level or two with minor adjustments or just a simple reminder for an adjustment; like the kind of verbal tweaking in the head that can really affect your game. Handicap systems sometimes cannot keep up with one’s fluctuating skill. Confidence, poise, attitude, these behaviors can make the difference in one getting the ball in the hole one day and blind to it the next.
More importantly in the case of sandbagging accusations. One would have to have a series of losses to actually be a sandbagger. A sandbagger does not have a series of wins, nor does a team. |
This entry is not about any of the people in the images surounding..
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Entry: November 20th 2007. About Last Monday Night ... |
Play like The Short Bus Kids ...
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Some of us last night on team Get In The Hole, played like we ride the short bus to and fro-too our matches every monday night, at least I got to eat sushi ...
It makes perfect sense, that once I acclimate my game to the bigger table, after months of trial and error, that-now my short table game becomes...well. short.. it's ether or, pick one fuentes, your not Jude, you cannot be great on both playing fields, I think only time can speed up your adjustment. oh well. You cannot have your cake and eat it too, but at least I can make believe... That transition between playing on two table is a skill in it self, which has nothing to do with pool. I think might have more to do with your brain pathways of adjusting quickly to your surounding and enviroment. Sushi is good for the brain, so is chocolate and wine.
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Team: Mona's
Short bus sweets
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Entry: November 19th 2007. Monday Morning... |
Just random-ness about the last few days ...
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I woke up one morning to find a bunch of animals in my front lawn complex... |
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Salsa and Remo |
Remo burns |
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Gina watches |
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Gina, once in a while, likes to put a little salsa in her game… |
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Charles comes from a magical place |
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Salty, It was good though... |
But I was dehydrated after this meal... |
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Early in the morning, I am thinking, uhg... |
Baby Dixon |
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Cute Babies...
Corn chip and Salsa
Martin Dixon
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Entry: November 18 2007. Sunday Night |
.... Dexter
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Entry: November 16th, 2007. Friday, about last Thursday night. |
Pocket Porn Stars... Assemble!! |
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Entry: November 14th 2007 WED..... |
My Atari-tees are hard'ng |
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My health has been an issue lately. Maybe I need to slow down on the fun food and think more about the health food.
Why does MySpace have ‘other’ In your sexual orientation profile option? What does this mean? Are you gay are you straight are you Bi are you into farm animals, WTF? |
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Entry: November 13- 14th 2007 Tuesday .....The Below is not About Gail |
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The stature of your game.
Lets imagine, an ‘A’ player, reputed as a slightly under ranked, with lots game play experience, has done many tournaments, won a few, lost a few, always placed in the final 4 of whatever big expensive tournament. A likeable person, with a kind of game everybody respects, appreciates, admires and most D’s an C’s aspire to be. That 'A' player, that we all know and love, is now label'd with a rep about his or hers game which usally be measured and judged by his or hers community. A better word I like to use for “measured” or measuring his or her quality of game is, ‘stature’. This A player in the description above can safely be said that he or she has great stature in there game.
Now, there are some players, who play great, and are not so likable. Or are not so as preferred for company for gatherings or get together for social events out side of the game time room. Then are some who have a great game, but are just simply feared, win or lose. They too also have great stature. The word usage for ‘Great’ in this entry does not mean good or bad, great or maybe, Ostentatious, it mostly means, large, experienced, been there, done that, won that, lose that-with no turning back.
So lets imagine, the A player, in a match against a lower ranked player. This lower ranked player, does not appear to be stirred at all by the stature of his opponent, the A player. Lets say also, this lower ranked player is not so much socially intermixed with the pool community in which is now observing their match. This lower ranked player is not intimated by the stature of his level-A' opponent, not at all intimated, but in stead, motivated by his or hers opponents stature, excited, to take down the giant-A, fearless, driven, to give his or hers best game against the A player of great stature. This striving lower ranked player has a mediocre billiard record, along with never participated in a tournament, and is ok with the community he or she is in mingle with. With a history of not exactly being the favorite in most matches in the past, this person is just a fellow who likes to play pool, who is also is a physically average well to do, young, has almost got the foundation mechanics’ of the game but not exactly Earl the Pearl, along with a 50/50 record in a local billiard league.
Sometimes simplifying can get in the whole of the game
If you ask the lower ranked player after he or she wins, what do you think of your higher ranked opponents, rep, relations and so fourth, or even more to the point, what do you think of his or hers game in general? His or hers thoughts, answer and attitude can give you an idea of what kind of motivation he or she bought to the table. Attitude toward your opponent knows know game level.
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"When you've practiced, long and hard, and just enough to get were you want to be, and then get there, then, you wiil need to practice twice as long and twice as hard to stay there...boy that sucks "
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Attitude: a negative A can lose to a positive D. Does this sound crazy? Considering elements of your game results that have no physical mechanics, words or anything visual attached to the critique of the results? This kind of rational is something that is very personal and often commonly avoided during official discussion about pool player’s wins and losses. Things like this are only discussed after things are officially over said and done. Things like this happen during our 15-minute walk of shame or fame.
The only place left to go after you reach the top is back down again.
Sometimes a players game-wins, for any level player, had to do with his or hers reputation and stature-nerve-racking there opponent; D against a C, C against a B+ and so forth. I have seen it before, were someone can shoot a great game and lose and shoot like shit and win, all levels, world class pro and beginner. Sometimes we cannot control our every level of our deliberate awareness’ what kind of attitude we bring to the table. If you are not pre programmed billiard robot, and you are going against some fearless-going for broke D+ player with some kind of cautious clay attitude, least you do not take him or her to lightly or for granted, on any level, or approach him with an friendly confidence which can be seemingly insulting to him or hers game. You without meaning to, might inadvertently gas there tank with this, then the possibility of your rep and stature get'n run over by the underdog, with a result of you get'n-smoked is possible. Does this justify a raising of a handicap, of a player with an average 50/50 record. Just cause he kicked some dude with a rep of great game in a hole?
Compliments in jest can back fire…
Race to 8 three on the wire for me…
Sandbagging 101. I'll give him this match, Now I’ll take this match, Then I’ll give him this match, Ill take this match, here is an opportunity for me to miss the pocket, here is an opportunity to win this one. Let me safety like this cause he cant kick this. I got ball in hand I will now run the table…hm.. Maybe Ill let him win this one by hanging the nine. Ok now Ill take this one after I rack.
Sandbagging takes skill. A D+ sandbagger is very unlikely in a league were your win lose history is recorded on the Internet for all the world to see week after week, then again, who is going to monitor that shit up until you meet that would be underrated player in a critical match?
"It is harder to stay in first place then it was to get there"
"It is harder to stay good than it was to get good"
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Entry: November 10th 2007... About Amsterdam Billiard Club Party Friday night |
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My Saturday morning meal, get'n over the hang over....
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"When the student is ready, the master appears"
~Buddhist Proverb
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I was pretty drunk when I did these movies, so please for give my yappy-yapp-yapp'n... |
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About last Friday Night |
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Naldo got robbed
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Tara
Amsterdam Billiard Club
I really do not want to say anything too much out of turn, about the people (chefs) who put a lot work, time and effort, along with incorporating there long-4 year study in chef school, learning the well thought-out science of the effects in ones taste buds against exotic herbs, and producing something that taste fabulous. But when that amazing meal, that creation, for that mind-boggling stimuli- explosion too our sense of taste, is only two bites? And cost over 200 bucks? In a late night 24hour hipster restaurant were the predominant patrons are working class young drunken NYU sudents and not rich Paris Hilton trust fund'rs, a menu mostly serving large sensible meals, well. I mean. My buddy Naldo, I am sure, didn’t know-or more than likely, was unintentionally miss lead by the description on the menu that probably read, that this sushi meal is a huge delight, much like its flavor. Menu: should have read, "this meal is served on a plate the size of eighteen-wheeler hubcap and the food on it is roughly the size of a golf ball". Come on people of restaurant-chef-country, if your going to serve meals like this to working class people, at least put a large image of the tiny bite sized meal on the menu along with next to it stating this meal is only two bites, also comparing its size to how many whatsoever table spoons it is. That meal was so small, it couldn’t even reach the stomach by the time it gets chewed up, and most of it will be stuck to your teeth anyway. Might as well eat the money your using to pay for it, at least you have something to digest. |
Here is another Entry I wrote about...
"The need of my stomach out weighs the need of my taste buds" On June 26th Tuesday morning. |
Juggling Jude
Steve and Eddie are so so happy
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Team: Cherry
Blond hair in the salad...
^^^ huh? ^^^
Saki Bomber: Emily Duddy
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Entry: November 9th 2007 Friday |
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The captain is responsible for the results of his team, except, when the team is doing well? Some Dumb ass said that to me one time?
****I know I am 45 minutes late, but you said you were going to play me first today, I dont understand what your doing, and what do mean we started 45 minutes ago?
*You should of put up that person, not that other person, You put up the wrong person. Thats your fault, your the captain.
*You do not feel like showing up, you cannot do that you are the captain.
*******Did you call to see if he/she is showing up today?
*Can you loan me some loot, Im a little short today.
*If you do not play me first I am going to leave.
*I might be late, but when I show up can you play me right away.
***Im not feeling so fresh today.
*Im stuck in traffic.
****How are we doing this season? we are Loosing? I do not think I am coming back next season.
**************Get me a drink.
***Are you going to play me today? no, I'm leaving...
***Were are we playing today? Thats so far away, do I have to show up?
****I cannot stay to late, I live three blocks from here.
**I don't think I can finish the rest of the season after this match...
***Decide what your gonna do, cause I don't have to, your the captain...
I can list about a hundred more...Coming soon... My special "PoolCaptainEarSore" page...
Confucius Say... "Work to become, not to acquire"
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Team: Pocket Porn Stars | Stealth Division | 11/10/07 6W's-1L's PCT. 0.560 |
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Entry: November 7th 2007 Thursday Morning |
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One time played this dude.
He was old, jolly-fat, liked to talk about the 'back in my days' all the time. He was recognized as an A player in the community of pool, and I was, well, what I am now… I was shooting, he walks up to my table, he offered me a spot. 7 ball and out, no? 6 ball and out, whatever. I cant remember exactly what the spot was, it was years ago, still, I new I could not beat this guy with that kind of spot, but I new something about his game he seemingly did not, and what most people think is not that important about the game ether. Part of that guys game was, his mouth.
Boy can he yap, he yapped about everything, he mumbled when he shot, he comments on every shot made on the table, he yells when he misses, he answers his cell phone while your shooting, he walks away talking, he hoes-an-woes when the other guys misses, he ask questions while you are shooting, man, this guy was a mouth, loud, annoying, obnoxious, though, but well liked for being somewhat entertaining and amusing.
My spot from him was. For him not to talk during the match, at any time, not at all, not even a mumble, not a cough not a peep, n. o. t. h. i. n. g… if he did, that, then, that’s a ball in hand for me, and if he spoke again after I got the ball in hand, then that’s point for me. And if he spoke after I got the point along with a ball in hand, then that’s another point for me. In other words, once this guy started with the mouth, I new it was going to be a chain reaction of points for me. Needless to say he lost after 15 minutes into the match race to 7. I got the 20 and the table time, he never spoke to me again. |
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Sweet Potatoes...
As long as he doesn’t listen to anyone, he'll be fine.
One will have a difficult time getting in one head during the game if the dude you are trying to speak too, comment too, does not want to hear you.
Part of the game of pool to some, is.... yapping, just at the right moment toward the opponent. One does not need that much mechanical skill on the felt, if ones mouth is as strong as ones game.
Even the applause of your opponent’s fans can get in the way of your stroke, if you listen to it. |
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Entry: November 6th 2007. Tuesday Morning... |
about last night..... Did I say it's the table? Huh...no......it was me... |
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un·or·tho·dox (un-or-the-doks) Pronunciation Key
adj. Breaking with convention or tradition; not orthodox.
Ge.or.tho.dox (Ge-or-the-doks) Pronunciation Key
adj. Breaking with 9ball convention or tradition billiards; not orthodox.
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Entry: November 5th 2007. Monday Morning |
... about this past,,,huh....a few days ago? |
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Says the Master to his pupil: "Do you understand that you don't really exist?" Upon which the pupil replies: "Whom are you telling that?"
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Entry: November 3rd 2007 Sat... about last Thursday |
POOL TEAM, ASSEMBLE!!!!!!!.....Pocket Porn Stars... |
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Entry: November 2nd 2007... |
Friday. About Holloween night... |
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Jazz tells me "we got us some weird-ass people up in this crib"... |
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Fairy tales |
Tickel your game with a feather? |
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I am walking a trail to my home, it is late, the moon is full, the sky is clear, the dark is moon lite, it is quite, and the trees are silhouetted by flickering streetlights on the far corners. I look ahead, it is long and dark, but still I can see a path to my home. I’m walking, on my left side, the street, wide, and pitch black across it, and on my right side, shadows, thick. If I squint my eyes into the shadows on my right side I see, doors, windows, yards, garbage cans; houses. My thoughts are a drift as I take these common steps to my home I have done for years and years, in other words, my feet are on automatic pilot towards my destination; home. In the quite of the night, I only hear my thoughts, then a strange sound, up ahead-of-me on my-right side, the sound, its almost like, whispering, as I get closer, its sounds more like, movement, dragging, no, more like, children shushing each other, its coming from the shadows of a hedge in the drive way of a house. Ss I draw closer toward it, towards the sound. I realized it is behind the hedge; that sound of care full movements. A rustling, a patter of footsteps, clicking sounds on the hard stone ground. Then, finally I have reach were the sounds are coming from; closer, closer, closer I draw near, I am now, next to were the sounds are coming from but intend to keep passing by it, so I look, there it is.
There are seven of them, identical, the same color the same height the same everything.
One pauses after I stop, widened eyed to see clearer in the dark, which I shouldn’t of. One of them pauses to my widened eyes, pauses as if it did not detect or expect my approach and presence, it looked at me, with flickering glowing eyes reflecting the flickering street lights, somewhat surprised but not startled enough to stop what it was doing or about to do, but the others, just ignored me, like they didn’t care that I had stumbled upon to witness what no mortal eyes should.
There was one on two feet, it had its back turned to me, but look quickly around to see if anyone was watching or about to see what it was about to do, it glared at me, for a second, its eyes, glowing, yellow, like its body color, like the other six, but it ignored me. Like it didn’t even care I was standing right there, I could not believe my eyes, theses seven identical creatures were moving in a manner that most of us are not use to seeing in real life, only in fairy tale, only in our bizarre dreams. The one on two feet, hopped up on the garbage can they were surrounding in front of the house as the others looked at it with anticipation and excitement. The one who hopped up on the can had reach into it and pulled out a tied up plastic bag, using two hands to hold the bag, then, jump down landing on two feet not four still holding the bag, and started to untie it with the others, like, people digging into a bin of free stuff in a store, it was barbaric and eerie, seeing the monkey like body language, these creatures had featured to get into the tied plastic bag. All identical all the same height all darting there eyes back and fourth at each other and then down-back on the bag like it was Christmas or something. Cats are not suppose to behave this way, let alone look exactly the same and whisper to each other; hurry up and open it I’m starving. I am standing there and staring at the animation of these animals, finally one stops, looks right at me, like it was tired of me staring, it calmly grabs the bag, as the rest also stop, and then they walk into the thick of the shadows to continue there raid of the garbage bag…creepy. |
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