I used to be fairly decent at pool, but then I got a job and my game just went south, and then I went south. So when a guy (or girl, I suppose) pulls a shot like this out of his repertoire, I can’t help but stand up and applaud. Or, you know, grin slightly. This is also a great way to crack the slate on your table if you’re not careful, but that’s the price of innovation, I suppose.


There is a sexual metaphor in there.
My guess is that the toothpick is there to make sure the balls are the right distance apart. Not touching, but close enough it can’t fit between them.
I prefer the masse.