How many pool halls will I visit over the next five days as I crisscross the great state of Kentucky, bouncing back and forth over that bourbon soaked land located between Nashville, Tennessee and Evansville, Indiana? This is the first real vacation I’ve taken in years and I plan to make the most of it. In an effort to simplify travel logistics, I decided to leave my cues behind. Now that I’m at 39,000 feet and almost three hours from home, I’m starting to regret that decision. Bummer. Oh well, that just means I’ll be playing with house cues from here on out. With an unfamiliar cue I know I’ll be more risk averse in my shot selections and will rely more in follow shots and speed control to gain position rather than use some of the crazy super draw shots that I sometimes pull off with my personal cue. Getting rid of the hotdog shots I occasionally shoot should lead me to a higher level of play.
They say necessity is the mother of invention, and I’m hoping the theory holds true as I visit pool halls in the area and work to further refine my game. If you live anywhere between Nashville and Evansville, give me a shout and maybe we can get together and hit a few balls.
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