our journey started well enough
league eight-ball was over, this was the wrap-up partay
everybody got some cash back
play a cool scotch doubs tourna to cap off the session?
hey, why not
we all got partnered based on our individual results
best player with the worst player, etc.
I ended up in the middle of the pack
so mike and I joined forces and went to work
we won our matches decisively leading into the final
the other team had to get there the hard way
fighting their way through the loser's side
I should mention that sweet golden suds were flowing throughout
but not for me, no- I would celebrate once the dust had settled
and our swords had been sheathed
it was a fun tourna- I usually don't like doubs
but we got along well as a team
and I felt a sense of pride playing well for my teammate
the final- race to two (as it had been all eve)
we clean up the first game, played clean to take it
the second game I was faced with a short bank on the case ball, or a safety
the safety was touchy, and I didn't want to risk selling out when I had the bank
the bank was a little touchy, too, tho, coz to get on the eight
I had to put a little draw on the rocky bullwinkle
plus I knew that if I missed, at worst we'd go to a deciding game, right?
I missed the bank, they took the game
...and proceeded to offer their hands as if to say the match was over
they thought it was. I thought different.
we'd only played two games, and I made my case stating as much
it didn't matter
nobody on, nor off the table could prove what had transpired over the previous 10 min.
collectively, we somehow lost track of the score in a race to two
what was frustrating for me tho, was that I was the odd man out
nobody could corroborate one way or the other what had happened
but I felt like the crazy person (even more than usual)
because it was I, who offered the only confident voice of dissent
I felt horrible for my teammate
I could see the anguish on his face as he struggled to recount time
the other team offered to play another game to decide things
but it didn't feel right
if they really felt like they won
and no one could prove otherwise
?
I thought about just conceding
life's too short to argue over (what's meant to be a fun) pool game
but we all stumbled into playing one more
I knew that I was in a no-win situation
win or lose, I was going to feel like an asshole
I didn't dog it on purpose
but you know when your heart's not in it?
a dog finds a bone
my partner and I gave up ball in hand twice
game over
shook hands and I apologized to everybody
told my partner thanks and we played good
agreed with a few there that score should be kept better in the future
so
even tho my version of events remains unchanged
I just felt like crud that the situation went down like that
strange way to end a league
so what's the lesson from this experience?
I had to dream on it
woke up today and decided that stuff happens
but if I was ever going to play a game again
it would be with heart, or not at all.
people come and go on the table
might have different feelings about them
but the game doesn't change
so respect it
and come hell or high water
I'm going to give it my best crack
epilogue:
so after all this
I hit the home table tonight for my dose
and I played maybe some of the best pool I ever did
I wasn't thinking too much, didn't have to
I wasn't hitting too many crazy shots, didn't have to
I picked my spot, got down and shot
and didn't miss much
it felt good..and I knew it was happening
but I just kept shooting
played awhile until I was satisfied
felt calm about it, peaceful
turned off the lights
good night, pool
thanks for a great time:thumbup:
league eight-ball was over, this was the wrap-up partay
everybody got some cash back
play a cool scotch doubs tourna to cap off the session?
hey, why not
we all got partnered based on our individual results
best player with the worst player, etc.
I ended up in the middle of the pack
so mike and I joined forces and went to work
we won our matches decisively leading into the final
the other team had to get there the hard way
fighting their way through the loser's side
I should mention that sweet golden suds were flowing throughout
but not for me, no- I would celebrate once the dust had settled
and our swords had been sheathed
it was a fun tourna- I usually don't like doubs
but we got along well as a team
and I felt a sense of pride playing well for my teammate
the final- race to two (as it had been all eve)
we clean up the first game, played clean to take it
the second game I was faced with a short bank on the case ball, or a safety
the safety was touchy, and I didn't want to risk selling out when I had the bank
the bank was a little touchy, too, tho, coz to get on the eight
I had to put a little draw on the rocky bullwinkle
plus I knew that if I missed, at worst we'd go to a deciding game, right?
I missed the bank, they took the game
...and proceeded to offer their hands as if to say the match was over
they thought it was. I thought different.
we'd only played two games, and I made my case stating as much
it didn't matter
nobody on, nor off the table could prove what had transpired over the previous 10 min.
collectively, we somehow lost track of the score in a race to two
what was frustrating for me tho, was that I was the odd man out
nobody could corroborate one way or the other what had happened
but I felt like the crazy person (even more than usual)
because it was I, who offered the only confident voice of dissent
I felt horrible for my teammate
I could see the anguish on his face as he struggled to recount time
the other team offered to play another game to decide things
but it didn't feel right
if they really felt like they won
and no one could prove otherwise
?
I thought about just conceding
life's too short to argue over (what's meant to be a fun) pool game
but we all stumbled into playing one more
I knew that I was in a no-win situation
win or lose, I was going to feel like an asshole
I didn't dog it on purpose
but you know when your heart's not in it?
a dog finds a bone
my partner and I gave up ball in hand twice
game over
shook hands and I apologized to everybody
told my partner thanks and we played good
agreed with a few there that score should be kept better in the future
so
even tho my version of events remains unchanged
I just felt like crud that the situation went down like that
strange way to end a league
so what's the lesson from this experience?
I had to dream on it
woke up today and decided that stuff happens
but if I was ever going to play a game again
it would be with heart, or not at all.
people come and go on the table
might have different feelings about them
but the game doesn't change
so respect it
and come hell or high water
I'm going to give it my best crack
epilogue:
so after all this
I hit the home table tonight for my dose
and I played maybe some of the best pool I ever did
I wasn't thinking too much, didn't have to
I wasn't hitting too many crazy shots, didn't have to
I picked my spot, got down and shot
and didn't miss much
it felt good..and I knew it was happening
but I just kept shooting
played awhile until I was satisfied
felt calm about it, peaceful
turned off the lights
good night, pool
thanks for a great time:thumbup:
