> >Yeah, but Ron, after figuring out your cue ball track and letting fly with >a 21 ounce cue, the balls whizz around table and then, sometimes, if >you're lucky, your big reward is a soft, almost inaudible "click". Snooze >time! I like to hear the balls actually fall into a pocket and the real >reward comes when your opponent curses under his breath and then hands >over the cash. As Minnesota Fats said one time "I don't take no checks!" >However I will admit that no phenolic resin ball will ever be able to >imitate the exqusite sound of two real ivory billiard balls kissing at >the end of a five cushion shot. > >Les Smith > Not so big guy. I'm talking about that uniquely satisfying POCK of a center-shot pocket (13-14 oz 60" que). I've shot some Billiards (discovered position play, rails, and running english), but Snooker was my first love. I've called six rails to center pocket on an object ball, (the 6 on the final rotation) and cut the seven in off spot from the scratch circle. The guy across the table paid up and left. Didn't seem to want to play anymore. Of course, that was when I was nineteen and immortal. Alas, I'm no longer nineteen, immortal, or particularly dangerous on a ten foot table. I do, however, still have the que I bought in '63 even if I can no longer do it justice. You got the ivory sound right though. Bet you can't find that anywhere any more. Ron Nossaman
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