oh, gawd! where to begin?
well, the word ‘captivating’ hove into mind the other evening.
there are players, gamblers, hustlers, grifters ... natch!
percentage players. (didn’t that george c. scott character in a pool movie with piper laurie have something to say about percentage players?)
herein are decriers of violence and tush hog admirers who somehow, sometimes, coexist in the same sort of jungian psyche.
there are historians of the finest oral order -- legends thrive, history survives -- thanks to the memory-sharing and story-telling prowess of some of the savviest gentry in here. this site is ground zero for one-pocket lore. (being from nyc, i don’t use the term ‘ground zero’ softly.)
these ‘historical talkies’ are now being augmented by video. widespread streaming is supplanting intermittent television coverage. soon, most, or at least many, significant matches will be available on demand. this is way good.
but ... it’s the raw personalities in here who fascinate me ... the liars, braggarts, fabricators, exaggerators. and those who sometimes circle in around the truth. or, close to it. or reasonably near. on a relatively cloudless day.
there are charming loudmouths and those who quietly saunter away with the cash. (the dad of one of my girlfriends knew a legendary horse player in new orleans. he never talked about his winnings. when pressed, paul said, simply, ‘oh, i made expenses.’)
there are fantastic one-pocket players who share their knowledge. and others who don’t.
there are average players with a simple love for one-pocket. yea!
there are efren sightings. throb, throb, throb!
there are the providers -- the suppliers of videos, diagrams, commentaries, streams, strategies, stories, etc. -- who ask little, or nothing, in return.
there are iconoclasts and defenders, shooters and wedge gamers. big money bettors and tequila wagerers.
and ... music lovers (gangstagrass! yea, nyc!).
oddballs, of course!
there are big city folks, country denizens.
there are aiming system enthusiasts and their skeptics ... well, no need to visit those hazardous swamplands!
there are mouthy interlopers -- shut up, you boners! -- and thoughtful observers such as i may well become. someday. hey, it’s possible! (bye the bye, bite me, irene! and, also, osama b. l.. nyc is just fine, thank you very much!)
we have here --all in all -- a remarkable pudding of textured flavors ... i’m honored to be a minor contributor to our one-pocket meme.
celebrating oddity is my life,
sunny
p. s. woo woo! go onepocket.org!
p. p. s. any clare sightings?
well, the word ‘captivating’ hove into mind the other evening.
there are players, gamblers, hustlers, grifters ... natch!
percentage players. (didn’t that george c. scott character in a pool movie with piper laurie have something to say about percentage players?)
herein are decriers of violence and tush hog admirers who somehow, sometimes, coexist in the same sort of jungian psyche.
there are historians of the finest oral order -- legends thrive, history survives -- thanks to the memory-sharing and story-telling prowess of some of the savviest gentry in here. this site is ground zero for one-pocket lore. (being from nyc, i don’t use the term ‘ground zero’ softly.)
these ‘historical talkies’ are now being augmented by video. widespread streaming is supplanting intermittent television coverage. soon, most, or at least many, significant matches will be available on demand. this is way good.
but ... it’s the raw personalities in here who fascinate me ... the liars, braggarts, fabricators, exaggerators. and those who sometimes circle in around the truth. or, close to it. or reasonably near. on a relatively cloudless day.
there are charming loudmouths and those who quietly saunter away with the cash. (the dad of one of my girlfriends knew a legendary horse player in new orleans. he never talked about his winnings. when pressed, paul said, simply, ‘oh, i made expenses.’)
there are fantastic one-pocket players who share their knowledge. and others who don’t.
there are average players with a simple love for one-pocket. yea!
there are efren sightings. throb, throb, throb!
there are the providers -- the suppliers of videos, diagrams, commentaries, streams, strategies, stories, etc. -- who ask little, or nothing, in return.
there are iconoclasts and defenders, shooters and wedge gamers. big money bettors and tequila wagerers.
and ... music lovers (gangstagrass! yea, nyc!).
oddballs, of course!
there are big city folks, country denizens.
there are aiming system enthusiasts and their skeptics ... well, no need to visit those hazardous swamplands!
there are mouthy interlopers -- shut up, you boners! -- and thoughtful observers such as i may well become. someday. hey, it’s possible! (bye the bye, bite me, irene! and, also, osama b. l.. nyc is just fine, thank you very much!)
we have here --all in all -- a remarkable pudding of textured flavors ... i’m honored to be a minor contributor to our one-pocket meme.
celebrating oddity is my life,
sunny
p. s. woo woo! go onepocket.org!
p. p. s. any clare sightings?