Yesterday I went to World class Billiards in Peabody Mass. for the bi-weekly handicapped Nine-ball tournament. The handicaps range from 3-7. That's the number of games you have to win according to your handicap. I'm a seven.
My first match is against a four. After three games the score is 3-0 his favor. At this point I say, "I hope I can win at least a game." The next rack my opponent missed a four-ball shot, a fairly easy shot, completely, and I win the game.
The next game I break in the nine. At this point I say, "You're not going to hate me if I come back and win this match, are you?"
Momentum swings in my direction, after my opponent misses a six-ball, he should have made, in the seventh game, I come back from the grave and win.
My next match, I play a six, should be a five, against me, bad track record. He misses an eight-ball that would have made it hill-hill. I make a tough eight-ball and get out.
My next set is another four. He wins 4-1. It's not even that close. He murders me. I ask if he thinks his being a four, is fair? I tell him he should be proud enough to move himself up to a five. He tells me, "I'm a cry baby." I tell him,"I'm not a cry baby I'm just voicing the opinion of the better players in the tournament. Our handicaps keep moving up and the lesser players, like him, never move." Of course he doesn't agree.
I move over to the losers side and he plays another seven. his third in a row. He wins again, 4-1. He's in the hot seat. He takes second place money and leaves. He has a dinner engagement.
I get through the losers side and end up taking home $100. Of course I give the first guy, I beat, back his entry fee because I feel bad, I said something to him in the middle of our match.
I know things are never perfect but at what point is the better player suppose to get to, before they lose their cool, getting beat by a player that is a game, possibly two games, lower than their handicap should be.
Did I mention it's alternate break also. I broke two racks again this four and barely got two balls past the side pocket. If I check the racks they complain about that.
I just want people to know. I'm glad I play as well as I play. I know I don't have to play in handicapped tournaments. It's my choice. I just don't like the fact that the players of, So-called lesser ability have all the say. Why can't they take the beatings I took coming through the ranks?
Did I mention, "I've never been spotted in my life. I asked Allen Hopkins for the eight-ball one night in Elizabeth, New Jersey. He told me, "You play to good. I can't give you the eight." That was the extent of my asking for weight.
The life of a pool player. Isn't it GRAND.
My first match is against a four. After three games the score is 3-0 his favor. At this point I say, "I hope I can win at least a game." The next rack my opponent missed a four-ball shot, a fairly easy shot, completely, and I win the game.
The next game I break in the nine. At this point I say, "You're not going to hate me if I come back and win this match, are you?"
Momentum swings in my direction, after my opponent misses a six-ball, he should have made, in the seventh game, I come back from the grave and win.
My next match, I play a six, should be a five, against me, bad track record. He misses an eight-ball that would have made it hill-hill. I make a tough eight-ball and get out.
My next set is another four. He wins 4-1. It's not even that close. He murders me. I ask if he thinks his being a four, is fair? I tell him he should be proud enough to move himself up to a five. He tells me, "I'm a cry baby." I tell him,"I'm not a cry baby I'm just voicing the opinion of the better players in the tournament. Our handicaps keep moving up and the lesser players, like him, never move." Of course he doesn't agree.
I move over to the losers side and he plays another seven. his third in a row. He wins again, 4-1. He's in the hot seat. He takes second place money and leaves. He has a dinner engagement.
I get through the losers side and end up taking home $100. Of course I give the first guy, I beat, back his entry fee because I feel bad, I said something to him in the middle of our match.
I know things are never perfect but at what point is the better player suppose to get to, before they lose their cool, getting beat by a player that is a game, possibly two games, lower than their handicap should be.
Did I mention it's alternate break also. I broke two racks again this four and barely got two balls past the side pocket. If I check the racks they complain about that.
I just want people to know. I'm glad I play as well as I play. I know I don't have to play in handicapped tournaments. It's my choice. I just don't like the fact that the players of, So-called lesser ability have all the say. Why can't they take the beatings I took coming through the ranks?
Did I mention, "I've never been spotted in my life. I asked Allen Hopkins for the eight-ball one night in Elizabeth, New Jersey. He told me, "You play to good. I can't give you the eight." That was the extent of my asking for weight.
The life of a pool player. Isn't it GRAND.