I'm just back from a business trip and it's my day off, so I decided to go all the way to forget work. I proposed my straight pool buddy to play a race to 1000 and he was game, so we started playing at 2pm and finished at 1am. I'm busted, my back and my knees hurt, and I can see pool balls dancing before my eyes as I'm typing this.
The first 300 points went reasonably quickly and enjoyably, and then it became a grind. We both lost our stroke big time, we missed hangers right and left, we started playing unlikely shots and safeties that leave the perfect shot to the opponent, etc... The brain goes into overload. It's just too much pool in one go. It took a real effort to achieve any sort of run. But we kept at it because we were interested to see what technique(s) would work to get our mind out of the gutter and get back in stroke.
Anyhow, long story short, I lost 866/1000, and I've learned that there's no way Eddie Felson could have played Minnesota Fats for 24 hours straight. Or maybe Eddie could, but certainly not Fats
The first 300 points went reasonably quickly and enjoyably, and then it became a grind. We both lost our stroke big time, we missed hangers right and left, we started playing unlikely shots and safeties that leave the perfect shot to the opponent, etc... The brain goes into overload. It's just too much pool in one go. It took a real effort to achieve any sort of run. But we kept at it because we were interested to see what technique(s) would work to get our mind out of the gutter and get back in stroke.
Anyhow, long story short, I lost 866/1000, and I've learned that there's no way Eddie Felson could have played Minnesota Fats for 24 hours straight. Or maybe Eddie could, but certainly not Fats