Unique bridge system and cue Extension

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JoeyA's product review.

This product was invented by Mike Danner. The video shows you some of what can be done with the tool. I'm going to tell you a couple of things. 1. Everything you see in the video, Mike Danner can do on command, virtually every time, even jumping the object ball out in the middle of the table. I doubt if anything was choreographed as I have seen Mike use this tool on a regular basis.
2. Mike will tell you and so will I. You have to practice with it to get the full benefit of it. Sure you can immediately stick the stretch cue extender onto your cue and it will be almost like shooting with your regular cue. Some of you nobel types might think you are preparing for a jousting match, as the extender is quite long. It is effective.

If I had brought it with me to Atlanta for the US Amateur Championship, I would not have lost my first match, that I guarantee. (I stupidly stretched without a bridge on an easy shot and missed it.) So much for hindsight.

Anyway, the product is pretty neat. You may want to check it out. (Yes, I have one.) Don't know what the current price is. No, he nor did anyone else tell me to post the advertisement on this site. It's a unique product and my personal experience with it is why I posted this on the Main Forum.

Ronnie Alcano (Easy Money)

Two friends and I decided we would attend the U.S. Open 9 Ball Championship 2007 but only for the last three days of the tournament.

Normally, I don't attend a tournament unless I play in it. I enjoy donating. :-) Actually, I just enjoy supporting the tournaments. If I "come in the money", it is lagniappe. My goal as in all tournaments is to win every match. LOL. It really is. The reality is that no one wins all of their matches all of the time.

My two friends, David Walters and Duane Bourgeois and I had reservations close by, a rented car with Duane operating the portable GPS. The little women had given their permission to let us make the great escape and we went at it with a vengeance. We had permission, money, transportation, good seating reservations, time and couldn't wait to get after it.

The tournament was superb. It was difficult to make the choice about which matches we were going to watch. The seating is so good that you could watch several matches at one time. Duane had the foresite to bring each of us a pair of binoculars. There were many attractive ladies that caught our eye, I mean there were many attractive ladies there but we used the binoculars to watch different matches at the same time and to update our less fortunate neighbors who lacked the vision to see clear across the tournament room and report scores which were mounted above each table.

I could have sworn that some of the people who noticed that we were using binoculars actually were flirting with Duane, I mean our male egos thought some of the ladies were using body language to make contact with us. Just goes to show you what egotistical pigs even the good guys can be. I guess its the way we are wired. Oink, oink. We didn't let our toys get in the way of what we came for and we used them to watch matches of our choice. I recommend bringing binoculars to this tournament. It was a lot of fun.

I'm not going to tell you all of the matches we watched. The last two days were pool, pool, pool. We set aside just a small amount of time to eat and get limited rest.

Shane Van Boening took the final match, competing against Ronnie Alcano who put up a very good fight. Shane edged Ronnie out but not without feeling some of Ronnie's fire. After the tournament on Saturday night, David, Duane and I decided we would go over to Barry Berman's pool room, Q Masters. This was the largest pool room I had ever been in.

As we walked in, we slowly took in all of the surroundings, tables and players everywhere. We were looking for ACTION and our initial gaze saw none. We wanted to rent a table but all of the available tables had been reserved for the players who played in the Open. I thought that was kind of regal and didn't whine nor did my two buddies. We cruised around the cavernous pool room looking for money piled high on the lights or wads of cash being freely distributed about. We saw little of that, although there were pockets of gambling going on, we didn't feel brazen enough to get close enough to disturb the players concentration so we watched from afar.

An hour had passed and in walks Ronnie Alcano and his traveling companions. Since most of these fellow were from another country and might not have the skinny on the tables, I volunteered the information to Ronnie's front man who acted like he knew what he was doing, leading the pack. In perfect English he thanked me and they got a table on the spot over in the corner of one of the rooms in the large pool hall. I watched from a distance and all I saw was Ronnie knocking balls around by himself. He would look around the room with a forlon look on his face. I knew that look. He was looking for action but no one was looking to give him any. That's when I made my move. I sauntered up to his table and walked right up to him and politely asked, "Ronnie, would you like to play some $10 one pocket?". He grinned and said, $10 one pocket? "SURE!", followed by more grins from he and I.

I racked the balls, giving him the first break and was just as excited as I could be. This was SWEET. Here I was playing one of the best pool players in the world for $10 a game and at a game I enjoy quite a bit. Ronnie broke the balls and made a good break and he gave me a couple of easy shots the first game and I muffed the easiest of each of the easy shots. Ronnie grinned and cajoled in his high pitched voice, "EEEEEEasy MONEY!", much to everyone's delight as he easily won the first game. I paid off quickly and broke the next rack eager to make up for my faux pas(s). The same thing happened again, I missed easy shots one after the other. I ordered another beer to boost my courage and missed again. Ronnie, squealed with delight, "EEEEEasy MONEY!". I laughed and grinned and paid again. One of my Internet buddies, Dead Poked from AZ Billiards, slipped up along side of me and whispered "Can I play him next game, Joey?" I whispered back, "Let me win the next two games and you can play him the rest of the night". DP looked at me like I was crazy. DP had never seen me play pool before and what he saw was a bumbling, stumbling, BANGER--ME. DP was kind enough not to put up a fuss and continued to watch and drink a beer. The next rack I got out of Ronnie's break and had a good run at him and beat him quite soundly 8-2 at which time, I squealed, EEEEEEEasy MONEY" and all of the Filipinas and Filipinos and especially Ronnie, laughed loudly grinning and chatting animatedly. The next game proved similar and I got out on top and stayed on top to win 8-5. I didn't squeal with too much delight because I knew I was fortunate and didn't want to be an ass, but Ronnie unscrewed, probably bored with the $10 bet but I was happy as I could be. Ronnie had some business to discuss with some of his friends and I could only hope that I had made a good impression with him. Ronnie and the rest of his entourage were great fun to be around and you can be sure that I will be hunting him down for some EEEEEasy MONEY. :-)

Ronnie's Photo by Allen Cortez

Dog Tags Found - Vietnam

I make attempts at not discussing subjects not relative to pool here in RSB
but my son sent me the following story, which I had heard before. The story
is very close to my heart and I hope it will be close to yours as well.
It is an almost unbelievable tale. God forbid if it were a farce. I don't
think anyone could be so cold-blooded to make up a myth of this type.
Dave Matlock, a pool player as many of you already know gave me the impetus
to post this story.
One of the men in this story was named Michael Matlock.
I'll leave the story as I found it.
Semper Fi,
JoeyA
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Dog Tags Found In Viet Nam
On a recent "Today Show" there was a story about two
men who went to Hanoi on a business trip. The men encountered a guy
selling old GI dog tags from US servicemen who were killed during the
Viet Nam War. They were disgusted by the thought of this man profiting
from the sale of these tags. Upon returning to the U.S., they decided
to go back to Viet Nam and purchase ALL the dog tags. They did so,
paying 19 cents per tag! They brought home several hundred tags. The plan
is to return the tags to surviving family members, when they can find them.
The process has already begun with one set being turned over to a
grieving Mom on July 4th, (coincidentally, it was on her birthday)!
These two men have set up a website, http://www.founddogtags.com/
listing the names of all those whose tags they purchased.
If you lost friends, family, or know of someone who
lost a loved one in Viet Nam, I suggest you check out this website. If
you recognize a name, there's an e-mail address to contact these two
men and to help in their efforts to return the dogtag to it's rightful
survivor. I'm sure a family member would be eternally grateful to have such
an important item returned. Please help by checking this website.
And please send the website address to everyone you know. The more people
who see the lists, the greater the chance of returning ALL the
tags to those who lost loved ones in Viet Nam!
The discovery of these tags after so many years from
servicemen dead, missing and in some cases still alive is
mindboggling when you consider the emotions that will be reignited.I leave
you to your own thoughts on this one
Wild Bill
Home: Wildbil...@aol.com
Work: Bill.Bev...@la.ngb.army.mil
Drill: William.Bev...@lanewo.ang.af.mil

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