“Looking to take the high road while expressing my feelings and
how others deal with it”( a rough quote”)
Here is my story:
I have been involved in competitive sports for as long
as I can remember. Hockey, football, soccer, wrasslin’,
basketball, etc. Organized and pick up games at the
park.
I HATE losing!
I have broken hockey sticks, taken a shot after the bell
in a boxing match, started fights, popped a basketball,
taken my ball and gone home, called the opposition
every name in the book, hell even the parents used
to fight in the stands after their kid lost the game.
When I first started competing at pool I was out of
high school a year or two so a little older but still a sore loser at times.
Saying they got lucky, not shaking hand, muttering b.s. under my
breath, conversing with my teammates about my opponent, etc.
Better but still terrible.
There came a point in my pool and life progression that I hit a plateau.
I decided that I needed to be a better loser if I was ever going to progress.
I started taking responsibility for my losses, my misses, my luck, everything.
It was all on me. I don’t need to s&$t on them. They deserve to win and
not be berated or mistreated in any way. If they win, it’s my fault end of story.
Shake hands and let them enjoy their accomplishment.
It was very hard in the beginning. I struggled with it and still do. I may
even have a running commentary of excuses in my head but no longer
let it show outwardly. I take a few deep breaths, remember this game
has some luck and even Efren has missed with b.i.h.
So when I play someone who breaks their cue down mid set, snaps their cue,
says or does some of the things I mentioned, I take it in stride.
They are human and have faults like me. Maybe they just had a bad day.
Maybe the have mental issues. Maybe they are working on it.
At the end of the day that is on them. I can only control myself and
do my best to enjoy the game and enjoy being above ground.