Once In a Lifetime Experience! (long)

Once In a Lifetime Experience! (long)

Post by Sagong » Wed, 29 Sep 1999 04:00:00


        No, I haven't lost my ***ity yet (DAMN IT!).  Sam looks like he's grabbing
at straws trying to bring this NG to life, so I thought I'd do my fair share.
It all began on a dark and stormy night...........
        Actually, it was late in the afternoon last Sunday, and I was shooting around
on the shitty tables that they have in the student recreation center on the
Texas A&M University campus.  I was nearing the end of my 3rd hour on the
tables, and just about to bring my practice session to an end, but for some
reason (ever get this feeling?) I thought it might be to my benefit to shoot
another game of equal offense.  I don't know what compelled me to stay, but I
did.  While in the middle of my game, I saw a middle aged gent watching me
shoot.
        "You wanna shoot a game?"  he asked.
        "Why not?" I responded, and then proceeded to rack.
        I knew from the moment he broke that I was in deep shit.  I could tell by his
smooth stroke on the break that he was a fairly decent shooter.  He didn't make
any on the break, and I managed to knock a few (2 to be exact) balls in.  I
figured I'd get another chance to shoot later, so I wasn't too worried.  After
all, I am the dude who managed to keep a table for about 10 games the other
night.  It turns out I was as wrong as that dumbass weatherman who says it
isn't going to rain the day I plan to ride my motorcycle.  He ran the table,
lights out, end of story.  Lucky positioning of whitey, I thought.
        I racked again, he broke again.  I tried to make casual conversation to
detract from the fact that he was kicking my ass.  I figured he was definitely
a player, probably had a table at home.
        "How often do you play?"  he asked me.
        "Every now and again," I responded, hoping that he would figure the only
reason I wasn't kicking his ass was lack of practice.  (Yeah, right).  
        "What do you do for a living?" I asked, figuring him to be a father visiting a
child going to the school, or a kindly professor looking to kill some time
before his next class (it was Sunday, I don't know why I thought this).
        "I run a traveling pool school," was his response.  NOW I felt like an even
bigger chump.  It turns out the "professor" who was schooling me was Scott Lee,
who was in town with "road partner" JACK WHITE!  Now let me clarify, the odds
of a serious pool player, especially one of his caliber, coming in and shooting
where I play are akin to the odds of the Dutchess of York (former Dutchess)
Sarah Ferguson preforming in a low-class, run down, seedy little strip joint
just outside the city limits.  The tables are shit, poorly maintained, the
house cues have been beat to hell and back, and NO ONE (except a pee on like
me) would ever come in to practice.
        The next hour turned out to be the most valuable time I have ever spent on a
pool table, by far.  His professional eye allowed him to see the fact that I
suck at pool and need all the help I can get.  He spent his valuable time at
the table teaching a punk kid like me how to shoot, and for that I will always
be grateful.  
        Aside from books and the occasional tape, I haven't had any formal billiard
instruction (there ISN'T a HOUSE PRO IN THIS WHOLE ENTIRE GODFORSAKEN TOWN!).
But he was willing to help.  He and Jack would be conducting an exhibition the
next day, he informed me.  I asked what time it would be.  From 11 to 1 was his
response.  Damn it!  I've got school I thought.  
        I made him aware of the fact that my scholastic endeavors might prevent me
from being in attendance, and we joked about the fact that perhaps I should
skip.  The more time I spent on the table with him, the more reasonable a
proposition cutting class sounded.  As he was just about finished making me his
billiard ***, I informed him that I would cut class tomorrow to watch the
exhibition.
        Let's put it this way, after 2nd period today, I had a Piano Recital to attend
(at least that's what the note I forged says).  It was worth it!  I talked a
little more with him today, and enjoyed the magnificant display of billiard
prowess displayed by both he and Jack White.  This dude could easily get away
with charging 100+ dollars for a private lesson, but he tutored me for free.
(Jack White charges 100 per 1/2 hr.)  Say what you will about Jeanette Lee or
The Miz, but it's world class players who are willing to promote billiards at a
"grass roots level", and take time out to help out hackers like me who have
made this game what it is today.  
        Scott, you told me you monitor RSB occasionally (which is why I'm posting on
both groups BTW), so if you're out there, thanks a lot pal!!

Eric Sagong

 
 
 

Once In a Lifetime Experience! (long)

Post by Ninebal3 » Wed, 29 Sep 1999 04:00:00

Quote:
>    No, I haven't lost my ***ity yet (DAMN IT!).  Sam looks like he's
>grabbing
>at straws trying to bring this NG to life, so I thought I'd do my fair share.

>It all began on a dark and stormy night...........
>    Actually, it was late in the afternoon last Sunday, and I was shooting
>around
>on the shitty tables that they have in the student recreation center on the
>Texas A&M University campus.  I was nearing the end of my 3rd hour on the
>tables, and just about to bring my practice session to an end, but for some
>reason (ever get this feeling?) I thought it might be to my benefit to shoot
>another game of equal offense.  I don't know what compelled me to stay, but I
>did.  While in the middle of my game, I saw a middle aged gent watching me
>shoot.
>    "You wanna shoot a game?"  he asked.
>    "Why not?" I responded, and then proceeded to rack.
>    I knew from the moment he broke that I was in deep shit.  I could tell
by
>his
>smooth stroke on the break that he was a fairly decent shooter.  He didn't
>make
>any on the break, and I managed to knock a few (2 to be exact) balls in.  I
>figured I'd get another chance to shoot later, so I wasn't too worried.
>After
>all, I am the dude who managed to keep a table for about 10 games the other
>night.  It turns out I was as wrong as that dumbass weatherman who says it
>isn't going to rain the day I plan to ride my motorcycle.  He ran the table,
>lights out, end of story.  Lucky positioning of whitey, I thought.
>    I racked again, he broke again.  I tried to make casual conversation to
>detract from the fact that he was kicking my ass.  I figured he was
>definitely
>a player, probably had a table at home.
>    "How often do you play?"  he asked me.
>    "Every now and again," I responded, hoping that he would figure the
only
>reason I wasn't kicking his ass was lack of practice.  (Yeah, right).      
>    "What do you do for a living?" I asked, figuring him to be a father
visiting
>a
>child going to the school, or a kindly professor looking to kill some time
>before his next class (it was Sunday, I don't know why I thought this).
>    "I run a traveling pool school," was his response.  NOW I felt like an
even
>bigger chump.  It turns out the "professor" who was schooling me was Scott
>Lee,
>who was in town with "road partner" JACK WHITE!  Now let me clarify, the odds
>of a serious pool player, especially one of his caliber, coming in and
>shooting
>where I play are akin to the odds of the Dutchess of York (former Dutchess)
>Sarah Ferguson preforming in a low-class, run down, seedy little strip joint
>just outside the city limits.  The tables are shit, poorly maintained, the
>house cues have been beat to hell and back, and NO ONE (except a pee on like
>me) would ever come in to practice.
>    The next hour turned out to be the most valuable time I have ever spent
on a
>pool table, by far.  His professional eye allowed him to see the fact that I
>suck at pool and need all the help I can get.  He spent his valuable time at
>the table teaching a punk kid like me how to shoot, and for that I will
>always
>be grateful.  
>    Aside from books and the occasional tape, I haven't had any formal
billiard
>instruction (there ISN'T a HOUSE PRO IN THIS WHOLE ENTIRE GODFORSAKEN TOWN!).

>But he was willing to help.  He and Jack would be conducting an exhibition
>the
>next day, he informed me.  I asked what time it would be.  From 11 to 1 was
>his
>response.  Damn it!  I've got school I thought.  
>    I made him aware of the fact that my scholastic endeavors might prevent
me
>from being in attendance, and we joked about the fact that perhaps I should
>skip.  The more time I spent on the table with him, the more reasonable a
>proposition cutting class sounded.  As he was just about finished making me
>his
>billiard ***, I informed him that I would cut class tomorrow to watch the
>exhibition.
>    Let's put it this way, after 2nd period today, I had a Piano Recital to
>attend
>(at least that's what the note I forged says).  It was worth it!  I talked a
>little more with him today, and enjoyed the magnificant display of billiard
>prowess displayed by both he and Jack White.  This dude could easily get away
>with charging 100+ dollars for a private lesson, but he tutored me for free.
>(Jack White charges 100 per 1/2 hr.)  Say what you will about Jeanette Lee or
>The Miz, but it's world class players who are willing to promote billiards at
>a
>"grass roots level", and take time out to help out hackers like me who have
>made this game what it is today.  
>    Scott, you told me you monitor RSB occasionally (which is why I'm
posting on
>both groups BTW), so if you're out there, thanks a lot pal!!

>Eric Sagong

Nice story Eric. I wish all youngsters had your ability to learn. The opposite
happened to me the other day. I was sitting in my favorite pool hall drinking
coffee and feeling a little bored. A young kid came in and got a rack of balls
and went over to the 9 footers. I asked him if he wanted to play, he said yes.
He wanted to play 8 ball and call shot and bank the 8. I don't care what rules
or what game so I said yes. I broke the first rack and ran the rack. Made the 8
on the second rack and asked if I win or lose. He said that I won. OK! I broke
again and beat him 2 more times. We didn't speak much, and he didn't want to
play anymore and didn't ask me for any advise. I felt I pissed him off by
beating him so badly. I feel this guy will never get anywhere in life. I think
you will go places if you are able to learn from other people. Good Luck Eric!
Hustlin' Hank

 
 
 

Once In a Lifetime Experience! (long)

Post by Eric Li » Fri, 01 Oct 1999 04:00:00

hey Eric I got to UT Austin... we should play each other some time!

 
 
 

Once In a Lifetime Experience! (long)

Post by Eric Li » Fri, 01 Oct 1999 04:00:00

I'll probably go to A&M one of these days because a bunch of my friends go
there.  I think you would kick my ass actually.  How can I contact you if
I'm down there at college station?

Quote:
> <<hey Eric I got to UT Austin... we should play each other some time!>>

> The Battle of the Asian Erics.  I can see the Pay Per View orders coming
in
> already.  I'd love to make a game with you sometime, but I'm afraid you'd
just
> kick my ass.  Anyhow, whenever you've got some free time, don't hesitate
to
> "Come on down!"

> Eric Sagong

 
 
 

Once In a Lifetime Experience! (long)

Post by Sagong » Sat, 02 Oct 1999 04:00:00

<<hey Eric I got to UT Austin... we should play each other some time!>>

        The Battle of the Asian Erics.  I can see the Pay Per View orders coming in
already.  I'd love to make a game with you sometime, but I'm afraid you'd just
kick my ass.  Anyhow, whenever you've got some free time, don't hesitate to
"Come on down!"

Eric Sagong