I'M A SORE LOSER!
OK, just had to throw that out there. Losing bothers the hell out of me. Don't get me wrong, I'm gracious with my opponents, it just eats at me inside. Some losses make me crazy more than others, though. For those that care to read more, my story goes like this:
This past weekend, I played in a local handicapped 9 ball tourney. So, I play this guy, who I know I am better than. Basically, he needs 4 games to my 5. Normally, I should win. Normally.
I think I played the worst match I could have possibly played. Truthfully, I haven't played this bad since I was a lower level player. Normall shots that I depend on, 90% makable shots, were not falling. My position play was atrocious. At one point, I had BIH with the 3 ball hanging in the top corner and the 4 ball 6" from the lower corner. I just wanted to draw back to center table and run out. I overdrew the CB til the CB was sitting on the short rail! Now, I had to bank the 4 ball or play safe(I played safe). On top of things, I managesd to scratch on the break twice, by sending the CB flying. Of course that leaves a wide open table and in a short race format, you can't give up easy racks like that. To add insult to injury, my opponent is fluking in a bunch of balls. A couple of times, he would kick and make the ball in an odd pocket and wind up with perfect position. One kick he made off my safe was cut thin into the corner pocket and probably wouldn't have been made if he shot straight at it from that angle!(he also had perfect position on the next shot and ran the last 3 balls). He did make some nice shots make but wasn't running out from everywhere. Then there was the hand pumping. The more flukes he got, the more he pumped his hand in a "yeah" fashion.
Now, in all fairness, this guy isn't too bad of a player. He ain't that good either. What irked me was that later, in the smoking area (this is NJ) he was overheard saying that "I thought I would lose that match. I can't believe I drilled him. Maybe Eric got nervous after seeing me play in the poolhall because I am shooting a lot better now." Gimme a break. This is too much for my ego to take. Some people just can't tell the difference between playing good and beating someone vs. playing OK, being lucky many times and having your opponent serve it up on a silver platter.
So Frank(everyone seems to read AZ Billiards) you're a nice guy, I like you. Really. But if you want a dose of reality, you've got the called 5 ball in a race to 11. Wanna play?
Eric >working on my PhD in sore loser
OK, just had to throw that out there. Losing bothers the hell out of me. Don't get me wrong, I'm gracious with my opponents, it just eats at me inside. Some losses make me crazy more than others, though. For those that care to read more, my story goes like this:
This past weekend, I played in a local handicapped 9 ball tourney. So, I play this guy, who I know I am better than. Basically, he needs 4 games to my 5. Normally, I should win. Normally.
I think I played the worst match I could have possibly played. Truthfully, I haven't played this bad since I was a lower level player. Normall shots that I depend on, 90% makable shots, were not falling. My position play was atrocious. At one point, I had BIH with the 3 ball hanging in the top corner and the 4 ball 6" from the lower corner. I just wanted to draw back to center table and run out. I overdrew the CB til the CB was sitting on the short rail! Now, I had to bank the 4 ball or play safe(I played safe). On top of things, I managesd to scratch on the break twice, by sending the CB flying. Of course that leaves a wide open table and in a short race format, you can't give up easy racks like that. To add insult to injury, my opponent is fluking in a bunch of balls. A couple of times, he would kick and make the ball in an odd pocket and wind up with perfect position. One kick he made off my safe was cut thin into the corner pocket and probably wouldn't have been made if he shot straight at it from that angle!(he also had perfect position on the next shot and ran the last 3 balls). He did make some nice shots make but wasn't running out from everywhere. Then there was the hand pumping. The more flukes he got, the more he pumped his hand in a "yeah" fashion.
Now, in all fairness, this guy isn't too bad of a player. He ain't that good either. What irked me was that later, in the smoking area (this is NJ) he was overheard saying that "I thought I would lose that match. I can't believe I drilled him. Maybe Eric got nervous after seeing me play in the poolhall because I am shooting a lot better now." Gimme a break. This is too much for my ego to take. Some people just can't tell the difference between playing good and beating someone vs. playing OK, being lucky many times and having your opponent serve it up on a silver platter.
So Frank(everyone seems to read AZ Billiards) you're a nice guy, I like you. Really. But if you want a dose of reality, you've got the called 5 ball in a race to 11. Wanna play?
Eric >working on my PhD in sore loser
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