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CSI POOL
BCAPL National 8-Ball Championships
Rio All-Suite Las Vegas Hotel and Casino
Las Vegas, NV
first time at the Rio (adios Riviera) and things get epic
 
INDEPENDENT EVENT
Hard Times 10-Ball Open
Hard Times Billiards
Bellflower, CA
just a lil pre-Vegas warm up tournament
 
INDEPENDENT EVENT
West Coast Challenge
$4,000 added One Pocket
$10,000 added 10-Ball
California Billiard Club
Mountain View, CA
last event at this location before they close (sadface)
 
INDEPENDENT EVENT
Cole Dickson Memorial 9-Ball
Family Billiards
San Francisco, CA
for legendary road player Cole Dickson
 
INDEPENDENT EVENT
Pots 'N' Pans Memorial 9-Ball
Pool Sharks
Las Vegas, NV
celebrating hustler Bernard Rogoff, better known as "Pots 'N' Pans"
 
THE ACTION REPORT
TAR35 | Dennis Orcollo vs Shane Van Boening
TAR Studio
Las Vegas, NV
second and third days
 
THE ACTION REPORT
TAR33 | Francisco Bustamante vs Alex Pagulayan
TAR Studio
Las Vegas, NV
second (1P) and part of third (10B) day
 
THE ACTION REPORT
TAR32 | Ronnie Alcano vs Jayson Shaw
TAR Studio
Las Vegas, NV
GREAT match • Andy Mercer Memorial 9-Ball Tournament coverage
 
INDEPENDENT EVENT
Chet Itow Memorial 9-Ball
California Billiards Club
Mountain View, CA
drank too much to do good coverage, but here it is, anyway
 
CSI POOL
Jay Swanson Memorial 9-Ball
Hard Times Billiards
Bellflower, CA
let Robocop show you how to run a six-pack, Citizen
 
THE ACTION REPORT
TAR31 | Mike Dechaine vs Shane Van Boening
TAR Studio
Las Vegas, NV
ALL HAIL THE HOVERCAT
 
THE ACTION REPORT
TAR30 | Darren Appleton vs Shane Van Boening
TAR Studio
Las Vegas, NV
the boys are back in town
 
 
10+1 INTERVIEWS
» Huidji See
» Donny Mills
 
 
EVERYBODY WAS KUNG-FU FIGHTING
the best kind of New Year's Sandwich
that's not okay
 
 
READER'S CHOICE
you know that I'm no good
on being a reasonable human being with realistic expectations
 
instasham series
stories from the distant and slightly-less-distant past
 
the only people for me are the mad ones
questions, tournaments, bets, running 26.2 miles

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PARTY ANIMALS
The Action Report
purveyor of fine challenge matches between highly-skilled players of note
 
PUBLICATION
Cue Times Billiard News
Colorado's best resource for all things pool-related
 
CASE
Jack Justis Cases
the choice of champions
 
CUE
Sugartree Customs
made by Eric "Slower Than Snails" Crisp, if and when he feels like it
 
CUE
Tucker Cue Works
"If you feel the need to ask me how your cue is progressing every week then maybe there is a better choice of cuemakers out there for you."
 
MEAT
Kurzweils' Country Meats
yes, meat

learn from the mistakes of others

 

 

mundane moments in a mundane life
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"...you won't live long enough to make them all yourself."
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This match was it. The winner would cash. The loser would not. No one knew how I managed to sneak this deep into the tournament and there was only way to disprove the loudly whispered theories. I had to win this match and earn the right to return the next day with all the proven players.
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After the last ball dropped, a spectator swiftly approached the table and took out a few balls from the ball return. This was not surprising as my match had been on the marquee table and this particular spectator was a famous player, one of the favorites to win the tournament. He probably had action lined up and had been waiting for us to finish. He impatiently gestured me over.
After a moment spent grasping for words, he looked me in the eye and said, “You play like me.”
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My heart stopped.
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When it jolted back to life, it was accompanied by a flustered stammering of embarrassed thanks mixed with an upwelling of relief and vindication. The pain of loss was forgotten.
He listened, concentrating intently. Then he cut me off with a brusque wave. “No. NO. You like me, you—short. Cannot reach because you SHORT. You play bad position. Is why you lose!” He took my cue and angrily drew a shape in the air above the table before shoving the cue back at me and walking out in exasperation.
I looked back to the table.
At a key point in the match, I had played a solid safety, one that had sent appreciative murmurs through the crowd, and been rewarded with ball in hand. I made the first ball but had set up poorly for the next. I could not reach it, poked at it, and left the ball hanging. My opponent had run out. Murmurs went through the crowd then as well. After that miss, my opponent had ceased playing tentatively and simply run me over.
I had made a beginner’s error and proved the whispered theories right.
There was much mocking laughter but I did not answer. I stared at the table, seeing the shot he had set up again, and seeing again the boundaries he had inscribed in the air. Within the boundaries were all the shots he could easily reach—and all the shots I could easily reach. I was like him. We were the same size. I closed my eyes and shook my head, struggling to reconcile how I could simultaneously be so wretched in the present and yet so full of hope for the future.
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groucho marx

and when you gaze long into an abyss

As we watched and chatted, something hovered at the edge of my thoughts, obscured by the fog of very old memory.

Continue reading and when you gaze long into an abyss

podcast: no clever title

reading of Instasham post “no clever title” by a small angry asian girl

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no clever title

He knew I was lying.

Continue reading no clever title

Restaurant: Great China

I expected some staid space lit with yellowing fluorescent tube lights dotted with insect carcasses.

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it’s not personal, sonny

I popped out an earphone to eavesdrop.

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even if everyone has a price

not everyone’s price is the same

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