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  • Name: Craig Smith
  • Location: Annapolis, MD
  • Age: 42
  • Cue Details: Over 50 cues, now. My cues can be found in the Cue Museum. My cue collection spans all 18 years of Black Boar, but still it is not truly representative of all that Tony has produced.
  • Player Credits: Black Boar Cue Collector/ League player.
  • Occupation: I own and operate a successful landscaping construction company. Visit my other website- BR Design Build
  • Personal Stuff: I have a beautiful wife and two handsome young sons, 1 and 3 years old.
  • Passions: I am passionate about conveying the truth about Black Boar. My recreational activities in the last year have been primarily concerned with exposing what I believe is revolutionary about Black Boar. See the what characteristics I believe make Black Boar specific.
  • Your First Introduction to a Black Boar cue: I was steered to Black Boar by pool room reputation.
  • Your First or Most Memorable Visit to Shop: My first visit to the shop I overwhelmed by the depth Tonyís knowledge and his thorough attention to detail.
  • How did you Come to Buy your Black Boar: I ordered my first Black Boar from Tony on my first visit and before the first was completed I ordered another--- itís been that way ever since. Iíve bought many Black Boars second hand from all around the world from many different sources.
  • How does your Black Boar play vs. other cues: Itís like the difference between driving a Taurus and a Testarossa. Both are vehicles, but one is clearly built for the driver with high performance in mind. With some cues you just hit balls, but with a Boar you experience the game. The cue heightens your awareness. The added sensitivities afford you the luxury of playing the game, not the cue.
  • Any Quirky Tony Stories: One day last spring while sitting at lunch at pretty conservative local (moderately expensive, white table clothes) restaurant with Tony I received a joke via email on my phone. Of course I read it, and erupted in to laughter. Tony, hushing me, insisted he read what I had read. I watched, trying to stifle my laughter. He finished and erupted himself. The harder he laughed the harder I laughed. At first the staff just ignored us. Then the tears came, more laughter, belly rich- from the gut, completely helpless to stop, we just laughed and laughed. Finally, our server came to us and politely requested we keep it down--- and we laughed at her too! For no short of a half an hour Tony and I laughed until we cried and laughed some more. So... here it is...

    Last weekend I saw something at Larry's Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Toni. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of the taser were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety.... WAY TOO COOL!

    Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button.

    Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs. Awesome!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Toni what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.

    Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-a batteries,. right?!!!

    There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong?

    So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, taser in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries.

    All the while I'm looking at this little device measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-a batteries) thinking to myself, "no possible way!"

    What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best.....

    I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, "don't do it master," reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny little 'ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad.. I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY MOTHER, WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION@!@$$!%!@*!!!

    I'm pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs. The cat was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "do it again, do it again!"

    Note: If you ever feel compelled to "mug" yourself with a taser, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three second burst would be considered conservative.

    SON-OF-A-.. that hurt like hell!!! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they up get there??? My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching.

    My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I'm still looking for my testicles....

    I'm offering a significant reward for their safe return.



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