Sounds like the voice of experience there. I always loved pool and kinda flirted with the idea of becoming pro for several years, but wasn't advanced enough and didn't have the finances to really make a run at it. Well last year I did very well with a business I started and then find myself out of business and unemployed, but with a nice savings built up. I got a pool table at my house and coulnd't help but play 5 or 6 hours a day, just practicing by myself at my house. I started gambling with anyone but the best around and beating everyone I was playing. I made about $1000 the first month between tournaments and gambling. The next month all the guys that used to beat me wouldn't play me for anything anymore because I could give them all weight and still win. So I started playing with the best guys around, and beating them with some consistency too. I saw that a major pro event was coming up soon and I thought to myself, self, this is your chance, practice your heart out for the next couple months playing 40 hours a week and go try to beat some pros in this event., and if that works, I'll pursue a career in pool. So I started playing 8 hours a day, making myself play when I didn't want to, I lost a bit of my love for the game and found myself waking up thinking, ahhh man, I have to play pool all day again, this sucks, I played all day yesterday. SO the time passes, I play in the event and lost to Oscar Dominguez 9-2 and some guy I never heard of 9-7. Now I didn't expect to win it or anything, and Frankly as it was my first full pro event I would have been happy to win a match or 2, so in short I kinda expected to lose. What I didn't expect was to not like pool anymore. Pros play so much pool its stupid, or did at one time. Most of the champions were child prodigies and beating most of the world before they were 18, before they new any better than to just play pool all day. Trust me, it gets real old real fast. I can place consistently in semi-pro events, with like $50-$80 entry's that pay $500-$1000 for first. After playing in this pro event, I can see that I was completely outclassed and would have had about a 1/100 chance of winning this event, if that. I would have to play 8 hours a day for a couple years probly to place consistently in pro events, much less win consistently. I would not recommend becoming a pro pool player to anyone unless you can compete on a pro level without trying to become pro. Those guys don't only play 40, 60 even 80 hours a week for years, but they are also gifted. John Schmidt is the exception to the rule, he is naturally talented. Danny DiLiberto told me he didn't start playing pool til he was like 28, he was a professional boxer and a professional bowler first. They are gifted, true champions by blood. Then there's Shane, who started playing when he was 2. Those are the guys that succeed at being pro, and is it all worth it? Not financially, being a pro pool player isn't about money, its about bucking the system, not comforming to society or having a boss, its about just living to play the game of pool. If it is worth it to you to live your life, and after its over you can say, the coolest thing I ever did was play pool, and be happy with that, then being pro is 4 u. If not, stick to it as a hobby, its a lot funner!Applying all the hours you'll need to become real professional pool player to almost any endeavor in the commercial/business world will reap far greater rewards.
There are very, very few professional pool players who make even $60K after a lifetime of sacrifice, dedication and practice.
That's about the starting salary for an engineer.
If you're a young buck, look at the lifestyle of the professional players: sleeping two or three up in B grade motels
or often in your car, eating at Sizzler when you've made a score but more often at Taco Bell or even 7 Eleven, staying up all night in,
depressing dives that smell of beer and urine listening to drunks bicker, while trying to get a game or stalling in the hopes
of getting the bet up in the game you're in, driving four hours because you heard there was action and then finding out it was BS,
living single because after a few months and the "glamour" wears off and you've blown through her savings too on matches you "couldn't lose" she takes off and it dawns
on you that no girl you've ever dreamed of will be traveling this road with you.
While your childhood friends and classmates are spending a couple of weeks in a rented chateau in Tuscany.
"Why don't you join us?"
And, "She married a Thoracic surgeon. I thought you knew. Yeah, they flew friends and family into Napa for the ceremony.
It is was magnificent." You think that's what they said because you can barely hear over the dryers in the laundrymat
where you're putting in a load of threadbare t-shirts, socks and your extra pair of jeans permanently stained with the chalk from the
rails where you scrape out a $100 on a good day.
Two hours until the Town Tap opens, might be some old-timers looking to play some $10 or $20 dollar one-pocket.
You'd like to get up enough for a room tonite-$49 out by the interstate.
Hell, if you get real lucky you might get enough to fix the water pump. You can get out of the cold and kill time
in this little diner across the street drinking their stale coffee and watch for the Stroh's sign to come on ... two hours and you're up champ ... go get 'em.
It's show time.