Tuesday night league was a late night but I played well and won so that helps putting up with not getting home until midnight. This league is usually over pretty early, but the owner of the bar is on the team we played so we only play one table. I think they do this so people will be there longer? Anyways, it's what I would call a classy establishment with the stripper poles and waterfall thing in the corner. OH YES, it's part time pool hall...and part time stripper joint. I don't particularly like playing there because it's pretty tight quarters where we play and I feel comfortable around the type of people that attend this kind of place. They did recently re-felt their tables which was helpful to playing conditions. The team we played is the best in the league by a long shot and all their players range from good to real goddamn good. I played a guy who was a notch below real goddamn good and I beat him 7-4. I played very well until the end when I started choking like a dog. I was up 6-1 with 3 balls left(playing 9 ball), basically a cosmopolitan and I screwed it up and then I stunk the last 3 games. I totally lost my focus when I blew the game and never regained it. All I could think about was how I should have already beat this guy instead of trying to beat him now and how embarrassing it would be to lose after being up 6-1. Pretty disappointing that my mental game folded like a lawnchair. Overall I'm pretty satisfied with how I played but I want to be real hard on myself so I don't get satisfied with playing an average or even good game if I know I can play better. But the first 7 games I played last night were off the charts for me, I saw the table well, made difficult shots, and got good position on just about everything.
I managed to get through a game of racquetball with only minor pain from my chest situation. I shouldn't be playing but it's just too damn fun so I'll put up with the pain(except for when I come on here and piss and moan about it) for as long as I have too.
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