I've never played snooker, but seen the table and balls (3 is it?). I used to play pool a bit.
Later in mid-life I ran into a chap from my high school art class who went semi-professional. From the moment he took a shot, there was absolutely no way I could get a turn. He could run tables till he wore the felt bald - clean down to the slate.
Ask me if it was fun? Nay lad. It had become a most passive experience where I don't think it could any longer be labeled as a "game". I think his switch got stuck in the "ON" position and he's still at that same table to this very day. When you hear thunder rumbling, I believe it's himself at the break.
"Not a bit is wasted and the best is yet to come. . ." -- remembered from a dream