I take an extreme amount of pride in league.
Take last weekend for instance. I've played APA 9 ball with virtually the same team for 7 years now. In general the team is not that great, me being the only person that calls pool my main hobby. But we all love being around each other and have FUN. We qualified for our LTC by the skin of our teeth having to win the session playoffs just last Wednesday.
Well the pool gods were smiling on us last weekend as we all got hot at exactly the same time and managed to win our LTC and will be Vegas bound in August for APA. Now I've attended a total of about 10 national level tournaments between TAP and NAPA but this is the first time any of the rest of my 9 ball team has EVER been and they are so excited.
I'm this team's highest ranked player being an SL7 in 9 ball. This team has seen me improve over the years and they remember when I was a SL3 when we first started playing together years ago. In general I get beat to death when I enter the non-handicapped 9 ball tournaments at my room as out local tournaments draw a very strong field of players but I'm "the hammer" on this team. So we're in the final 8 last weekend and going into the fifth match my team is down 43-37. I'm left to play and the other team has an 8 left who hasn't been beat the whole weekend. I need to win 13-7 for our team to move on which means I can't let the 8 get to 59 points. So we're essentially in a near even race him needing 59 to my 55. So we kick around for a few racks and the score is him 42 me 29. He breaks drys, I have to cheese an early nine to get 6 points out of the rack. I then to proceed to leave this super 8 sitting on his stick for the next two racks as I break and run both of them to beat him 55-42 for a 15-5 win and send us on to the final four!
With each shot the pressure kept building and building and after I sank the last nine ball my entire body was filling with adrenaline because I had 7 other people depending on me. It was an awesome feeling and something that I have NEVER experienced when playing for myself. I'll never forget the look on the 8's face when I looked at him after running the second rack. Then to steal a line from the great Troy Kirkendoll(lame horse) I went over to my team and said, "well I just made their super 8 look like a motel 6!"
In general I hate the APA and our LO is a complete joke of a person. But I don't play the game for him. I play the game to hang out with good friends and for moments like this.
Take last weekend for instance. I've played APA 9 ball with virtually the same team for 7 years now. In general the team is not that great, me being the only person that calls pool my main hobby. But we all love being around each other and have FUN. We qualified for our LTC by the skin of our teeth having to win the session playoffs just last Wednesday.
Well the pool gods were smiling on us last weekend as we all got hot at exactly the same time and managed to win our LTC and will be Vegas bound in August for APA. Now I've attended a total of about 10 national level tournaments between TAP and NAPA but this is the first time any of the rest of my 9 ball team has EVER been and they are so excited.
I'm this team's highest ranked player being an SL7 in 9 ball. This team has seen me improve over the years and they remember when I was a SL3 when we first started playing together years ago. In general I get beat to death when I enter the non-handicapped 9 ball tournaments at my room as out local tournaments draw a very strong field of players but I'm "the hammer" on this team. So we're in the final 8 last weekend and going into the fifth match my team is down 43-37. I'm left to play and the other team has an 8 left who hasn't been beat the whole weekend. I need to win 13-7 for our team to move on which means I can't let the 8 get to 59 points. So we're essentially in a near even race him needing 59 to my 55. So we kick around for a few racks and the score is him 42 me 29. He breaks drys, I have to cheese an early nine to get 6 points out of the rack. I then to proceed to leave this super 8 sitting on his stick for the next two racks as I break and run both of them to beat him 55-42 for a 15-5 win and send us on to the final four!
With each shot the pressure kept building and building and after I sank the last nine ball my entire body was filling with adrenaline because I had 7 other people depending on me. It was an awesome feeling and something that I have NEVER experienced when playing for myself. I'll never forget the look on the 8's face when I looked at him after running the second rack. Then to steal a line from the great Troy Kirkendoll(lame horse) I went over to my team and said, "well I just made their super 8 look like a motel 6!"
In general I hate the APA and our LO is a complete joke of a person. But I don't play the game for him. I play the game to hang out with good friends and for moments like this.