- Jun 30, 2008
There are worse ways to show up than hittin' the ground rhyming. Welcome Sam.
vapros said:Opposite styles,
None the same,
Everybody can play this game.
Pinch it or punch it,
Open the stack?
Careful, son, you can’t go back.
Know all the angles,
Each kick and kiss.
There’s only one game played like this!
wgcp said:Once upon a midnight dreary
Not a shot to ponder clearly
Every angle, bank and shot,
Plan, and escape were clearly naught.
Off the rail, I heard a sneer
Clearly trapped, no shot I fear.
Keep it simple, shoot it straight
Escape the trap, he'll need some weight.
Trick and trap, its plain to me, all I did was foul you see..
Miller said:Old men bicker and with that many arguments they submit
No one really knows who is or was full of shit
Everyone understands they could all shoot the stick
Pondering on about so and so or where he was a nit
One pocket they once played but not all games were legit
Concepts and moves were on display when these old men climbed into the pit
Knowledge is what they now share to those it may befit
Each young man should be wise enough to admit
These old men still have enlightenment to transmit
sappo said:One ball on the break, what a great way to start
Now settle down Sappo, lets play real smart
Each and every shot must be judged with great care
Potential risks and rewards can be seen everywhere
Once I found the best shot, I was well on my way
Couldn't do anything wrong, on that magical day
Kept my opponent squirming, uncomfortably in his chair
Eight & Out I went, man his face showed much fear
That's how it was all day long, "mistake free" one pocket, I could do no wrong.
NHSteve said:Our passion, this discipline
Not that we fall in line
Eight soldiers in step
Partners in crime
Our game, it’s a war
Cerebral in nature
Knowhow, know when, know why
Easy to say, not so easy
To execute in play
Well, folks, here we go again, and this is probably not the end of it. When I get on the downhill side I just can't seem to stop.
Out of money, out of luck
Nary a pal who isn't stuck.
Ever try to phone a duck?
Phoenix, please, and here's the number
Of my Visa - please encumber.
Call and interrupt his slumber.
Keep on ringing, there's a chance
Even in his underpance
The duck may buy my song and dance.
One man stood shoulders higher
No other equaled him
Even after he lost his fire
Professor influenced the world we’re in.
Others will reap his fruits for years
Correctly playing the game we choose
Knowing how to conquer our fears
Even when we think we’ll lose.
To Grady we open our saddened hearts his recent news so dire.