I went to a weekly tournament last night after taking most of the summer off so far. but really that's not the story.
Before the tournament started I ran into an old guy named JW that taught me how to play one pocket a few years ago. Every time I run into him he asks me to play, he likes the opportunity to play 1p. I agreed. I figured the place only has bar boxes, maybe I have a better chance.
Anybody who's ever put down playing 1p on a bar box should probably revise their thinking on this, it's way more difficult. JW had me stuck 99% of the time starting with the first break. I played safe, he played better safe till I screwed up (which I did..... lots) then he'd nail a bank or pull some crazy shit out of the backside of his cue. I was scrambling, it was pathetic.
I pulled up after 2 games being short on gas money and frankly more than a little humbled.
What's the lesson here? I'm still trying to figure that one out. I'm a much better player than I was when he first gave me taught me how to play, after last night I think I'd rather stick to 9 foot tables against him for 1 pocket. Then again, nothing teaches you faster than that burning feeling behind your ears and that desire never to feel that again. perhaps 1p on a bar box isn't out of the question.
Before the tournament started I ran into an old guy named JW that taught me how to play one pocket a few years ago. Every time I run into him he asks me to play, he likes the opportunity to play 1p. I agreed. I figured the place only has bar boxes, maybe I have a better chance.
Anybody who's ever put down playing 1p on a bar box should probably revise their thinking on this, it's way more difficult. JW had me stuck 99% of the time starting with the first break. I played safe, he played better safe till I screwed up (which I did..... lots) then he'd nail a bank or pull some crazy shit out of the backside of his cue. I was scrambling, it was pathetic.
I pulled up after 2 games being short on gas money and frankly more than a little humbled.
What's the lesson here? I'm still trying to figure that one out. I'm a much better player than I was when he first gave me taught me how to play, after last night I think I'd rather stick to 9 foot tables against him for 1 pocket. Then again, nothing teaches you faster than that burning feeling behind your ears and that desire never to feel that again. perhaps 1p on a bar box isn't out of the question.
