(No, you nits, not the up-skirt patent leather reflections my friend Muffy’s nuns warned all the girls about. Gomers!)
The action: John Henderson takes on The One Pocket Ghost. Race, I believe, to 10.
I think the sentiments on the Ghost’s tee captured the spirit of the match … One Pocket (front) The Ultimate Pool Game (reverse). Elegant typeface too!
The fashion setup: stylishly black v. ‘orange is the new black.’ Classic.
The body language for both men was fascinating -- it seemed to me to be a seemingly contradictory combination of intensity and tentativeness.
It was a treat watching those two dignified warriors square off for real money. And, in front of a relatively large audience. Even more pressure.
I’ve read that both of them have lost a step or so. Still, flashes of brilliance came through … fond reminders of what once was and what might have been if.
The Ghost sank some amazing ‘desperation‘ shots. Also had some nifty ‘turn the table around‘ moves.
Mr. Henderson pulled off what I’ve come to think of as Efren shots -- when in a seemingly impossible trap, the cue ball travels around and ends up in the one, precise spot on the table where it desperately needs to be.
Appreciation is my life,
Sunny
P. S. The wood on that table looked so lush. And when the outside door opened and that afternoon sunlight streamed in from the left, bathing the railbirds … well it was like a still life painting. One of the great ones that conveys the sense that something is just on the verge of happening.
The action: John Henderson takes on The One Pocket Ghost. Race, I believe, to 10.
I think the sentiments on the Ghost’s tee captured the spirit of the match … One Pocket (front) The Ultimate Pool Game (reverse). Elegant typeface too!
The fashion setup: stylishly black v. ‘orange is the new black.’ Classic.
The body language for both men was fascinating -- it seemed to me to be a seemingly contradictory combination of intensity and tentativeness.
It was a treat watching those two dignified warriors square off for real money. And, in front of a relatively large audience. Even more pressure.
I’ve read that both of them have lost a step or so. Still, flashes of brilliance came through … fond reminders of what once was and what might have been if.
The Ghost sank some amazing ‘desperation‘ shots. Also had some nifty ‘turn the table around‘ moves.
Mr. Henderson pulled off what I’ve come to think of as Efren shots -- when in a seemingly impossible trap, the cue ball travels around and ends up in the one, precise spot on the table where it desperately needs to be.
Appreciation is my life,
Sunny
P. S. The wood on that table looked so lush. And when the outside door opened and that afternoon sunlight streamed in from the left, bathing the railbirds … well it was like a still life painting. One of the great ones that conveys the sense that something is just on the verge of happening.
, I'll make a onepocket.org post...