Years ago I shot pool. I didn't know a thing about stance or stroke or aiming or swerve or deflection or eye motion or any other of the endless list of things we discuss here. I simply shot the balls into the holes in the table and got shape on the next ball any way I could. Worked well enough that I made a lot of money and beat some name players.
Now I am so smart I can't make a ball anymore. I play like crap. I play with style and grace and impress the folks that don't remember that the idea of the game is to put the balls in the pockets one after another, but my game is roughly 50% of my best when I didn't know jack chit except how to make balls.
I practiced hard for a few hours today. I made a few balls but it wasn't a banner day. It was hot and sticky inside and out with Humberto pitching rain my way. The balls were dirty, the table not the best. It was an eight foot Gandy that I should have handled with ease though.
I shot nine ball, stunk, one-pocket, up and down, and 14.1, mediocre. About twenty minutes before I left something snapped. I was hot, sweaty, tired, and disgusted. I started using strokes that I developed thirty-some odd years ago that would make an instructor puke. I turned loose and shot purely by instinct, too fast to let doubt sneak in or think about the "proper" way to shoot the shot. Balls fell faster than the rain and the cue ball did what it was supposed to.
The last rack was totally unimpressed with my should have been solid break shot and only came apart a few inches with three or four balls loose around the edges. I took out a few loose balls and then deliberately rooted up into the pack while I still had an insurance ball or two.(thanks John Schmidt) Fired three or four balls into the left foot pocket like I was playing one pocket, using an air bridge over most of the cluster and machine gunning away the outside of the cluster, drawing the cue ball back into the heart of the mess over and over. Aside from everything else, I was having fun with a cue stick. The last rack went down in seconds and I did leave a break ball until last and get good shape on it and to break a new rack open before just pocketing it.
Deep down I still believe in stance, stroke, and understanding the science of the game but some days I have to wonder if any of this applies to an old five and dimer like me.
Hu
Now I am so smart I can't make a ball anymore. I play like crap. I play with style and grace and impress the folks that don't remember that the idea of the game is to put the balls in the pockets one after another, but my game is roughly 50% of my best when I didn't know jack chit except how to make balls.
I practiced hard for a few hours today. I made a few balls but it wasn't a banner day. It was hot and sticky inside and out with Humberto pitching rain my way. The balls were dirty, the table not the best. It was an eight foot Gandy that I should have handled with ease though.
I shot nine ball, stunk, one-pocket, up and down, and 14.1, mediocre. About twenty minutes before I left something snapped. I was hot, sweaty, tired, and disgusted. I started using strokes that I developed thirty-some odd years ago that would make an instructor puke. I turned loose and shot purely by instinct, too fast to let doubt sneak in or think about the "proper" way to shoot the shot. Balls fell faster than the rain and the cue ball did what it was supposed to.
The last rack was totally unimpressed with my should have been solid break shot and only came apart a few inches with three or four balls loose around the edges. I took out a few loose balls and then deliberately rooted up into the pack while I still had an insurance ball or two.(thanks John Schmidt) Fired three or four balls into the left foot pocket like I was playing one pocket, using an air bridge over most of the cluster and machine gunning away the outside of the cluster, drawing the cue ball back into the heart of the mess over and over. Aside from everything else, I was having fun with a cue stick. The last rack went down in seconds and I did leave a break ball until last and get good shape on it and to break a new rack open before just pocketing it.
Deep down I still believe in stance, stroke, and understanding the science of the game but some days I have to wonder if any of this applies to an old five and dimer like me.

Hu