Flakeandrun
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Played in a tournament last night (8-ball, that weird hybrid between Chinese-8 and WPA rules - no pockets called except the black - alternate break - 9foot tables - amateur only)
Smashed my first game 6-0. Didn't play that great, and it was against a guy I had previously lost too in a 9-ball tournament. I had couple of run-outs, and then he got mighty upset about it all and turned to shit (...I always take some joy from that, given that I make a lot of effort with my own temperament). He actually complained to the TD that I shouldn't have been playing, and I never quite figured out the reason why... I am also pretty convinced that it's this guy who convinced another TD that I was 'too good' for a tournament, which I have posted about previously in another thread. This TD was pretty chill about it, told me the dude was a big baby. I am curious about it, but can't be bothered to press it or find out at this point.
Annoyingly, I had to wait nearly an hour for my next game, and I was playing someone fresh from their previous game. I am not sure how scheduling works, but with 32 people I felt this was something that could have been avoided, and it irked me... Coming in cold to play someone hot.
Now, the tournament was amateur only... but I ended up drawing this 16year old covered head-to-toe in branded gear, branded and patched case, branded cues, who absolutely demolished me
He took me 6-1, and he played really well. He went on to win the tournament. Kind of situation that makes me wish I started playing younger... but then I enjoyed talking to girls, and having a life at that age (I feel pool is probably this lads life
). His family came to watch him which I found quite sweet, and he trains with some top Chinese-8 guys according to his dad.
In the first rack, I missed a chance to run out, as I played a poor positional shot that left me with a long cut. Rather than take it on (which I probably should have, but sitting down for one hour convinced me I should play it safe), I played a decent enough safety for most people, tucking the CB up behind the 8 and leaving nothing but a hard, long jump... He played an absolute worldy of a jump shot, length of the table and screwing back down table. I knew right there and then how things were going to go
He made one miss in the whole set (besides a couple of dry breaks), which is where I picked up the rack. Putting one on the board is always nice in these situations, and If I am honest, I accepted my fate pretty early on (which I probably shouldn't have, but we've all been in that frame of mind I suppose). He actually played some of the best pool I've seen in person and looked super composed, robot-like, but had some character in his shot selection.
There was also some other decent players, and I spent an hour or so watching before going home. Some good teenage, and also some female talent on show. The venue was pretty nice, 20+ 9footers with every table having a sofa, it had a wide open and well stocked bar and viewing area... decent music too (handy considering I forgot my headphones).
Such a fickle game, and this helped remind me of just how many things can decide if you have a good or a bad day on the table. Normally, I'd say I don't mind losing if I played well, but this is one of the first times where I've had an average day on the table, and still enjoyed myself. Anyone else ever had a day to forget, but actually enjoyed it?
Smashed my first game 6-0. Didn't play that great, and it was against a guy I had previously lost too in a 9-ball tournament. I had couple of run-outs, and then he got mighty upset about it all and turned to shit (...I always take some joy from that, given that I make a lot of effort with my own temperament). He actually complained to the TD that I shouldn't have been playing, and I never quite figured out the reason why... I am also pretty convinced that it's this guy who convinced another TD that I was 'too good' for a tournament, which I have posted about previously in another thread. This TD was pretty chill about it, told me the dude was a big baby. I am curious about it, but can't be bothered to press it or find out at this point.
Annoyingly, I had to wait nearly an hour for my next game, and I was playing someone fresh from their previous game. I am not sure how scheduling works, but with 32 people I felt this was something that could have been avoided, and it irked me... Coming in cold to play someone hot.
Now, the tournament was amateur only... but I ended up drawing this 16year old covered head-to-toe in branded gear, branded and patched case, branded cues, who absolutely demolished me


In the first rack, I missed a chance to run out, as I played a poor positional shot that left me with a long cut. Rather than take it on (which I probably should have, but sitting down for one hour convinced me I should play it safe), I played a decent enough safety for most people, tucking the CB up behind the 8 and leaving nothing but a hard, long jump... He played an absolute worldy of a jump shot, length of the table and screwing back down table. I knew right there and then how things were going to go

There was also some other decent players, and I spent an hour or so watching before going home. Some good teenage, and also some female talent on show. The venue was pretty nice, 20+ 9footers with every table having a sofa, it had a wide open and well stocked bar and viewing area... decent music too (handy considering I forgot my headphones).
Such a fickle game, and this helped remind me of just how many things can decide if you have a good or a bad day on the table. Normally, I'd say I don't mind losing if I played well, but this is one of the first times where I've had an average day on the table, and still enjoyed myself. Anyone else ever had a day to forget, but actually enjoyed it?
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