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Re(3): Bolivar... Sleepy Matinees, or Not?

That's why I will never forget the clever comment by former poster, student's t, who said something like:

"Due to the overwhelming response, well, one actually, which is more than enough, I will..."

IOW, when it comes to jai-alai discussion, you can't count on anything. Especially if you are a 'theorist' who is writing about stuff that is not visible to people without the same data or software.

But your stories and insights as a four decade player are guaranteed to be interesting to just about everybody, even if they neglect to respond.

Personally, I believe that players - as human beings - experience their lives on a week-to-week basis, and some might have strong day-of-the-week patterns, such as those so clinically described by Fats Domino in 'Blue Monday'.

If you can post anything at all that depicts attitudes of the players you've known, that would be great.



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