We're playing strip billiards.
I am trapped in snooker.
When I was 13, my parents bought me a mini snooker set for my birthday. From the moment I first held a cue in my hands, I was transfixed.
Breaks like a ball falling off a pool table.
I always liked to take on the middle pockets. They're much harder.
I just love playing snooker. Every single frame is different. Not one referee ever sets the balls up exactly the same.
You must keep raising this game to higher and higher levels, as on the pool table - mastering eventually the psychological angles. Your playing is a pleasure, all the way to the end, to death, when the game is over.
All you need is a pool table, beer, an electric jukebox and good conversation. The day a girl beats me in a game of Beirut [a kind of beer pong] is a good sign!
A pool game mixes ritual with geometry.
My friends, they can't beat me in pool or bowling.
To play billiards well was a sign of an ill-spent youth
The first Mardi Gras I went to, I stayed at the Tulane AE Pi house on Broadway. Slept on a pool table one night, slept under it the next.
My mom and dad got divorced, so it was one of those things where Sundays I'd go to Dad's apartment, and this was, say, 1970-whatever, and it had a pool table on the top floor in a very traditional kind of divorced-dad apartment building.
When I played pool I was like a good psychiatrist. I cured em of all their daydreams and delusions.
My dad and I compete on the pool table; that's the most important competition of our lives. The fact that I'm writing and it works for me is one of the great joys for him. We talk about writing, and it's great.
I don't suppose you offered to help?" "Sage," Adrian declared. "These hands don't do manual labor." He knocked another ball into a hole. "You want to play?" "What? With you?" "No, with Clarence." He sighed at my dumbfounded look. "Yes, of course with me.
Organisms are not billiard balls, propelled by simple and measurable external forces to predictable new positions on life's pool table. Sufficiently complex systems have greater richness. Organisms have a history that constrains their future in myriad, subtle ways.
