The night normally begins with men stroking their shafts. It continues with the sound of balls smacking. And, in the end, someone gets screwed on the table.
Yep, I'm talking about the great game of pool and the joint at which I run
racks (well, half-racks) and my mouth with equal aplomb Amsterdam
Billiard Club, located appropriately enough on Amsterdam Ave. at 76
Street on Manhattan's luxurious Upper West Side. (East Side location at 86 Street between Second and Third Aves. a former PK.com haunt, as well. It's safe to say I did not leave my mark on that joint.)
Amsterdam is a clean, modern pool hall with 30 tables, a bar, late
hours and a rate that generally runs around $8/hour per person. Some contend
it provides the best entertainment value in New York. Hell, you can't even
get mugged around here for less than $10/hour. And just going out on a date
cost as much as $50/hour, and that doesn't even guarantee sex if the girl is Catholic.
I play in Amsterdam's eight-ball league, which is popular enough to fill
four nights' worth of divisions (Sunday-Wednesday), allowing players to
choose the night that fits their schedule, and it costs just $12/week to get
paired up against a member of an opposing four-person team and battle in a
race to three of eight-ball, then a race to four in nine-ball.
Like church-sponsored singles night, more often than not you'll get paired
off with a nerd. Such is how I would describe a lot of the crowd who come
with their own sticks, their own three-fingered guiding-hand gloves and, all
too often, their own sweatpants or ponytails. I've had a good time playing
many opponents, but some are too deliberate for their talent level,
surveying the table layout like it's another invasion of Normandy, only to
sink two balls and miss.
But none of my friends play pool but once every few months, so I go for a
weekly hour-and-a-half fix of the game I love and entertain the very, very
offhand chance I might actually get paired up with a chick. Never happened
this past season, but that's because the women (about 30 percent of the co-ed
league) run at a 4-5 level and the guys are mostly 5-8. (The difference
between a 5 and a 7 which is my handicap, as well as drooling
is that the 5 can take two balls off the table before shooting at the eight
ball.)
Registration for the 10-week (or so) spring league is Monday, Jan. 13, and
if you're looking for a regular, relaxing way to unwind after work, sign up with the rest of the beginners and intermediates. And if you make it Sunday night, maybe you'll have the pleasure of getting your ass kicked by me.
Links:
Amsterdam's Crappy Website Not updated since 1999, like Tom Arnold's love life.
Tips on Aiming It's all geometry, like projectile vomiting.
I believe most of the instructors at http://www.tableskills.com also play at Amsterdam Billiards.
Jim
Posted by Jim at March 18, 2003 12:02 PM