I was 53 years old.....

Maniac

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Yep, 53 years old when I started playing pool seriously. Oh, I'd played since my dad bought us a cheap 6-footer for the garage when I was in my early teens, but for years I was only a "banger". I didn't understand or want to invest my time in all the nuances of the game such as cue ball control, english, using rails for shape, etc. I basically shot a ball and went for my next shot from wherever the cue ball ended up.

I had a pretty good eye and was known within my circle of family/friends as a good ball pocket-er. Problem was, I would only set foot in a pool hall 3 or 4 times a year.

Fast forward to 2006. I was in a bowling league with a couple that played in APA leagues (let's please not turn this into an APA-bashing thread). Me and the man would shoot a game or two on a bar box in the lounge before bowling started and I'd fare pretty good against him. He suggested that I come to his bar and shoot in his league. Well, I had never even heard about pool leagues before (shows you where my head was at what few times I had been in a pool room). It sounded intriguing, so I thought I'd give it a try.

To make a long story short (too late, eh?), I thoroughly enjoyed league to the point that eventually I started to learn some of the necessary skills to become a well-rounded pool player. This wanting to improve my game and learn as much as I can led me to getting my home table and purchasing better equipment (cues, cases, etc.). I watched tons of Youtube video, went to a few professional tournaments, and picked the brains from some of the better players in our league. Eventually I improved to the point where I was captaining my own teams and had the most knowledge to assist in time-outs.

As I continued to improve I decided to "spread my wings" a bit, so I began to look for other alternatives to furthering my playing ability. I began playing in a BCA rules league in a room with better players than my previous league, and this helped me improve. Eventually I played in local tourneys, several different leagues (even a straight pool league which I finished the year in first place in the second tier of players). I got better.

By the time I hit 60 years old I was shooting the best pool of my life, having won a few local tourneys, winning league MVP's, etc. I was as they say....holding my own against the big boys.

Then BOOM, it all came crashing down around me. My 92 year old father got down to the point where he needed 24-7 care, so he moved in with the wife and I (I was retired, she still worked). This put a complete stop on my league and tournament play. When he passed away, I began developing medical problems (heart, diabetes, prostate) that left me feeling poorly and in no shape to go out to the pool halls. Finally got my health straightened out, but when I looked up I was approaching 64 years of age. Since pool is a diminishing skill, I knew I was in trouble.

I am now finding my stroke wobbly and my ability to see the shot is off. My wife and I decided to join an APA league again after 3 years of pool inactivity (except for home practice against her). I lost my first match upon returning (hill-hill) and shot a bit better than I expected to. I love this game and the ability to play better than the average player, and I know I'm going to miss playing the way I was before life got in the way.
I have zero regrets from taking care of my father though...one of the best years of my life.

The whole point of this thread I suppose is that if you are young to middle-aged, enjoy the skills you have and appreciate your good health.
It can all come crashing down upon you in a heartbeat (literally).

Shoot well, my friends!!!

Maniac
 
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Well written and from the heart. Thanks. I too, was 53...er, 20 years ago. Yes, our bodies betray us. But I keep shooting when health allows because...well, it's fun.
 
Just because you can no longer cut the mustard doesn't mean you can't occasionally lick the lid.
Do what I do. Get your buddies together and play team One Pocket.
There is always lots of hooting and hollering, and when it's your turn you get up and shoot then sit back down and rest until it's your turn again. Easy peasy. :)
 
Do what I do. Get your buddies together and play team One Pocket.

I wish I had enough buddies to do that. When you've been out of the loop for three years, some of your old buddies fall by the wayside. On top of that, they were mostly younger guys with families that probably needed to stay home more than they did at the time.

I used to have an older league teammate that would come over (or I'd go to his house) and we'd shoot for three or four hours and have great conversation. Our abilities on the table were pretty close. Enough that it was competitive when we played....but still fun. He moved far away a few years ago and I greatly miss our friendship and pool sessions.

Maniac
 
I know what you mean. It sucks getting old. At 59 I'm not ancient, but I feel that way sometimes. I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis a few years ago and that isn't helping matters either. Besides just pool, it just doesn't seem like I can do anything as good as I once could.

I still love the game and play regularly, but I've come to realize that my best pool is behind me. Seems like once I accepted that I was able to just have fun with it more.

Us old farts may not run as fast or jump as high as we once did, but we can still sneak up on these young whippersnappers once in a while. ;)
 
Yep, 53 years old when I started playing pool seriously. Oh, I'd played since my dad bought us a cheap 6-footer for the garage when I was in my early teens, but for years I was only a "banger". I didn't understand or want to invest my time in all the nuances of the game such as cue ball control, english, using rails for shape, etc. I basically shot a ball and went for my next shot from wherever the cue ball ended up.

I had a pretty good eye and was known within my circle of family/friends as a good ball pocket-er. Problem was, I would only set foot in a pool hall 3 or 4 times a year.

Fast forward to 2006. I was in a bowling league with a couple that played in APA leagues (let's please not turn this into an APA-bashing thread). Me and the man would shoot a game or two on a bar box in the lounge before bowling started and I'd fare pretty good against him. He suggested that I come to his bar and shoot in his league. Well, I had never even heard about pool leagues before (shows you where my head was at what few times I had been in a pool room). It sounded intriguing, so I thought I'd give it a try.

To make a long story short (too late, eh?), I thoroughly enjoyed league to the point that eventually I started to learn some of the necessary skills to become a well-rounded pool player. This wanting to improve my game and learn as much as I can led me to getting my home table and purchasing better equipment (cues, cases, etc.). I watched tons of Youtube video, went to a few professional tournaments, and picked the brains from some of the better players in our league. Eventually I improved to the point where I was captaining my own teams and had the most knowledge to assist in time-outs.

As I continued to improve I decided to "spread my wings" a bit, so I began to look for other alternatives to furthering my playing ability. I began playing in a BCA rules league in a room with better players than my previous league, and this helped me improve. Eventually I played in local tourneys, several different leagues (even a straight pool league which I finished the year in first place in the second tier of players). I got better.

By the time I hit 60 years old I was shooting the best pool of my life, having won a few local tourneys, winning league MVP's, etc. I was as they say....holding my own against the big boys.

Then BOOM, it all came crashing down around me. My 92 year old father got down to the point where he needed 24-7 care, so he moved in with the wife and I (I was retired, she still worked). This put a complete stop on my league and tournament play. When he passed away, I began developing medical problems (heart, diabetes, prostate) that left me feeling poorly and in no shape to go out to the pool halls. Finally got my health straightened out, but when I looked up I was approaching 64 years of age. Since pool is a diminishing skill, I knew I was in trouble.

I am now finding my stroke wobbly and my ability to see the shot is off. My wife and I decided to join an APA league again after 3 years of pool inactivity (except for home practice against her). I lost my first match upon returning (hill-hill) and shot a bit better than I expected to. I love this game and the ability to play better than the average player, and I know I'm going to miss playing the way I was before life got in the way.
I have zero regrets from taking care of my father though...one of the best years of my life.

The whole point of this thread I suppose is that if you are young to middle-aged, enjoy the skills you have and appreciate your good health.
It can all come crashing down upon you in a heartbeat (literally).

Shoot well, my friends!!!

Maniac


Very nice write up, Maniac.

I can certainly identify with your woes. To me, it seems like only yesterday I was attending my first US Open 1Pocket event up at Kalamazoo and going to the Derby at the Executive West. But, truth be told, that's been almost 20 years. It goes fast... really fast. Now, I deal with a torn meniscus in my left knee --probably pool and youth indulgences induced -- and just the plain old ravages of age.

To all you young guns out there: it will happen to you too and it will happen so fast it'll be like the blink of an eye. Honor your older players while you can.

And for us: "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may."

Lou Figueroa
 
this all sounds very familiar to this 66 yr old fart, i just play a little at home these days thought about league but cant bring myself to all the drama again plus cant see very well to drive at night anymore. then a 7 yr old grandson showed interest in the game and i have been having a blast with him lately
 
this all sounds very familiar to this 66 yr old fart, i just play a little at home these days thought about league but cant bring myself to all the drama again plus cant see very well to drive at night anymore. then a 7 yr old grandson showed interest in the game and i have been having a blast with him lately

Yes, someone has forgotten to tell Mike Masse that he is 70 this year, because he had just beaten Abram Diaz at the World Trickshot Grand Prix in China yesterday!
 
Nice to see you posting again Maniac.
Great post! Shows your love for the game,... :thumbup:
I just past 53 a few years ago, so I can relate. My eyesight is no longer as sharp as it once was; Those "reading glasses," are needed for more than just reading now!

Be well/play well my friend.


TRAMP......

Just because you can no longer cut the mustard doesn't mean you can't occasionally lick the lid.
Do what I do. Get your buddies together and play team One Pocket.
There is always lots of hooting and hollering, and when it's your turn you get up and shoot then sit back down and rest until it's your turn again. Easy peasy. :)

You never cease to make me smile. :)
 
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