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• 2013 Majors

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

• LINKY LINKS

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

grown-ups are complicated creatures

 

 

mundane moments in a mundane life
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...full of quirks and secrets.
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The boy usually played with the cat while his father worked on the building. Today, however, my marble and bronze doorstop caught his eye. He tested its weight, pushing it carefully with a finger. He asked excitedly, “Is this the trophy? Dad told me he saw your trophy before. What did you win?”
I had made one of the greatest shots in my life to get that trophy. Remembering the one tournament brought up other pleasant memories. In the warmth of a sleepy afternoon sun, I preached expansively about the beauty and wonder of the game that had become my life.
He interrupted me, “What about gambling? Do you win a lot? Do you play like Tom Cruise?”
“Well, sometimes, yes,” I had been caught a little off-guard. “Wait, no. Not like Tom Cruise–because he’s Tom Cruise and I’m not Tom Cruise–but that’s a just movie, you know.”
“You have a big trophy so you must be good! You must win a lot of money.”
“That depends on your idea of ‘good’ and ‘a lot’.”
“You must win all the time,” he insisted. “Or else you wouldn’t play.”
I smiled uneasily.
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Once upon a time, I had been similarly enchanted listening to players’ war stories. That was before I had played long enough to understand the life was mostly grind and not so much grandeur. Over time, even the bright moments had dimmed into forgotten pearls scattered across the bottom of a vast, cynical sea. It remained a serviceable life for me, but not one I would wish on another.
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“No. I’ve lost many times–far more than the times I’ve won.”
“What’s the most money you’ve won?”
I wanted, and did not want, to wake him from his dream. His admiration was uncomplicated and genuine, as young children often were. I would never feel this mighty, this heroic, to anyone ever again.
I hesitantly said, “For—”
“—thousand?! You won four thousand dollars?”
I had meant to follow “for” with “what”, but his boundless enthusiasm saved me. I saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Sighing inwardly, I enjoyed my last moments sitting on the cloud. Then, I threw off the halo and jumped.
“Forty.”
“Forty?” A puzzled look crossed his face. He lit up again almost immediately. “You mean forty… thousand!”
He did not know it, but we both wished with equal fervency that had been true.
“Nope!” I said a little too cheerfully. “Forty. Four-zero!”
“But, that’s not a lot!”
“It’s not?” I asked innocently. “Oh. Well. I thought it was.”
“No! It’s not a lot at all!”
I shrugged nonchalantly with shoulders heavy as lead.
His face scrunched as he tried to reconcile the gilded stories I had told him and those he had seen on a silver screen with such a measly amount of money. Two tired, crumpled Jacksons. They were not enough to fill the tank of his father’s old truck. They were all my life was worth.
The cat bumped his knee and nosed his lunch bag expectantly. He opened the bag and gave her a chicken nugget. She ate contentedly on his lap. A few moments later, he began reading to her from a comic book, like he always did, and she listened attentively, like she always did, even though I knew it was the chicken nuggets that held her attention best.
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The Riverside Shakespeare became my doorstop. The cat got fat and went on a diet. The boy acquired skateboards, band t-shirts, and strange haircuts. He played many different sports and excelled at a few. He did not become a pool player.

 

 

roald dahl

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