01 · MITER
Unmatched pool
The ball leaves before the water meets. Bank, then sky. We read draft marks; we do not cheer a high number on a dry screen.
Heard at Riverside
Tows people actually held
My three still looked high enough. Rhea filled the chamber and the ball left under the sill. We waited for a matched pool. Pettibone stopped punching the face into the bank.
They asked whether I play Goose Island in a headwind or Myrick in still air. I said both. Inez said pick a pool or keep two windows. Blunt in the lock-master way.
Chamber 08 · Main Street · pool-true
Fill the chamber before the window dumps a ball into the bank.
Launch Gate is a river lock, not a launch-monitor kiosk. Rhea times the face the way a lockmaster times a tow: we match the pool, then we decide whether Grandad wind already shoved the window below the sill.
02 · SILL
Catalog launch
A box angle can still sit under the sill if the factory never matched this river. Gloss on a crown is paint, not a window.
03 · WICKETS
One-side fill
Heel pool live, toe pool empty. That three only dumps toward the bluff. We time each gate; we refuse a courtesy average.
Why a lock chamber
A catalog launch is a brochure. A matched pool is the tow.
Players walk in with an angle they liked on a box. Mississippi humidity does not read boxes. It reads whether the window still clears the sill after a March at Pettibone, and whether a three that looked tall in a garage has already gone under the bank at Goose Island.
Calum reads the draft. Rhea decides fill, hold, or keep the miters shut. Inez names the bluff hours. Nobody here opens a dead window to make a radar happier.