Dear Gentle Readers,
Are pool players similar to harried commuters … urban edition?
In NYC, check out the train to Bloomie’s. When you exit, you’ll be facing a remarkably long escalator ride. There are a couple of ways to ascend:
> Stand on the right-hand side and … stand. You can waft your way up in relative ease.
> Or … you can join the strivers, the hopers, the eager ones … the ones who shorten their vertical journey by climbing - - step by step - - as the escalator rises with them.
I’ve taken the three NYC girls I work with to that very subway platform. Invited them to observe the passengers as they exit the train and move onto the escalator. This is where I explain my (obviously brilliant!) theory that we (all of us in my little company) comprise a tiny, tiny enterprise. In a hyper-competitive field. We can’t afford to coast; we have to stride. We have to start earlier. Stay later. Be hungrier. Climb.
My absolutely unofficial visual survey is that the right-hand riders are composed - - in some measure - - of shoppers and visitors. Both absolutely welcome in town. And, to be fair, there are usually several NYC natives who are simply, understandably, tired.
The left-hand contingent seems to be a bit more … motivated? Edgier. A tad ruder and a little pushier. I would imagine, if an informed social scientist wanted to determine a predictive measure of success, that this specific Bloomingdale's escalator-evaluation might help to inform her thesis.
Now … to pool.
I would posit that there are some pool players blessed with an abundance of natural talent.
Yet the struggler in me, the grinder, wants to believe that even those genius pool players would attribute a certain part of their success to practice. And more practice. To … well, climbing, not riding, the escalator of life.
Whoa! How cheesy is that analogy? The Escalator of Life? Sorry!
Making meager points, lamely, is my life,
Sunny
P. S. But I would still wager that even the most naturally talented players work at it. I’ve been told that SVB is a demon practicer. Hmm … I wonder about my heartthrob, Efren?
Do most successful players have to work at it, or do they want to work at it? Or both? Or neither? I’m curious.
Strive on!
Are pool players similar to harried commuters … urban edition?
In NYC, check out the train to Bloomie’s. When you exit, you’ll be facing a remarkably long escalator ride. There are a couple of ways to ascend:
> Stand on the right-hand side and … stand. You can waft your way up in relative ease.
> Or … you can join the strivers, the hopers, the eager ones … the ones who shorten their vertical journey by climbing - - step by step - - as the escalator rises with them.
I’ve taken the three NYC girls I work with to that very subway platform. Invited them to observe the passengers as they exit the train and move onto the escalator. This is where I explain my (obviously brilliant!) theory that we (all of us in my little company) comprise a tiny, tiny enterprise. In a hyper-competitive field. We can’t afford to coast; we have to stride. We have to start earlier. Stay later. Be hungrier. Climb.
My absolutely unofficial visual survey is that the right-hand riders are composed - - in some measure - - of shoppers and visitors. Both absolutely welcome in town. And, to be fair, there are usually several NYC natives who are simply, understandably, tired.
The left-hand contingent seems to be a bit more … motivated? Edgier. A tad ruder and a little pushier. I would imagine, if an informed social scientist wanted to determine a predictive measure of success, that this specific Bloomingdale's escalator-evaluation might help to inform her thesis.
Now … to pool.
I would posit that there are some pool players blessed with an abundance of natural talent.
Yet the struggler in me, the grinder, wants to believe that even those genius pool players would attribute a certain part of their success to practice. And more practice. To … well, climbing, not riding, the escalator of life.
Whoa! How cheesy is that analogy? The Escalator of Life? Sorry!
Making meager points, lamely, is my life,
Sunny
P. S. But I would still wager that even the most naturally talented players work at it. I’ve been told that SVB is a demon practicer. Hmm … I wonder about my heartthrob, Efren?
Do most successful players have to work at it, or do they want to work at it? Or both? Or neither? I’m curious.
Strive on!
