The first thing you notice is the sound. Break after break echoes through the room - that sharp crack of the cue ball exploding into the rack - layered over jukebox hum, low conversation, and the soft hiss of chalk on leather tips. This is a weeknight in o

The first thing you notice in a Baltimore pool hall isnt the clack of the break, its the light. Long rows of green-felt tables glowing under low-hung lamps, everything else receding into a haze of jukebox tunes, murmured trash talk, and the soft buzz of a