Bewildered, she handed it over. Leo placed it on the rail of the table, camera facing the green. Then he lined up the cue ball and the 8-ball in a straight line toward the far corner pocket.
He struck. The cue ball rolled silently, kissed the 8-ball, and stopped dead. The 8-ball shot forward… but not straight. It curved, just a hair, and kissed the far rail two inches left of the pocket. physics of billiards pdf