Flakeandrun
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Yesterday, I played three sets for the most money per set I've played to date (probably no sweat to some of the standards here, but big enough for me).
The boss set this match up for me, after talking about how I'd improved/was playing more consistently. He asked If I was down to play for 'something', and I had a feeling this wasn't a random occasion and something he'd set-up for himself - It was against someone that I have previously played some close games with - So, I put up a decent amount myself, and a couple of others got in on it too. In the end, there were three or four involved, and a few people came to watch.
Felt the pressure/anxiety growing before the game started... But I actually quite enjoyed this experience on the whole (and I didn't think it would be my cup of tea if I'm honest). I actually felt less nervous than when playing tournament play, which I did not expect.
Rules: Sets to 7 - What I would call Chinese-8 hybrid ruling (no pocket calling except for black ball - Diamond 9-foot), all ball fouls - winner breaks - store racker racks the balls
First set -
I demolished the guy 7-1 - was really happy with my performance. I played position well, and had a couple of clearances. Played a pretty special kick shot when I was 3-1 up, and I saw the guys confidence really drop at this point. Really gave me the incentive and confidence - the ruthless feeling. Naturally I agreed to take another set after.
Second set -
This was much closer, he was 5-3 up, and I felt like there wasn't much I could do about that. He had a couple of clearances, some as a result of some careless shots that fluked a ball in (the negative side of this Chinese-8 style of play... can't stand it on these tables... I felt some frustration creeping in at this point).
I came back well to 5-5. At this point, I made a nice jump shot cut to the middle pocket, and was hoping the ball would run off two cushions for position... but it scratched in the bottom corner. making it 6-5. The final rack, he broke, took 5 balls off the table, and then sandwiched me behind the black, frozen to a cushion. I shook his hand (7-5).
Couldn't leave it at 1 set each could I?
Third set -
It was past midnight, and both of us were quite tired. I think that we both played a really close set, and it was going blow for blow. I missed an opportunity to go two racks in front at 3-2, which I think I really needed mentally and would have changed the outcome. I broke, ran four balls, and came close to laying a safety. He kicked out and made a ball to the corner, finished the rack and came level. we went rack for rack this whole set.
I played a nice carom to make a ball in the middle at 5-5 (I still call all my shots even though I don't need to, and it made everyone laugh a little at this point - I got a few '好球好球‘ from the small crowd), then finished a relatively complicated run-out. Felt really good about finishing it off.
6-5 to me, and I lost the next rack... the ball looked dead set to sit in the middle of the table, with all the balls on after the break... but it was kicked to the top corner by the 9... I had nothing but a harsh cut into the middle, which I bottled... we drew level at 6-6.
Final rack:
So, Hill-hill, and damn it was a close game! He took 6 balls off the table, but then missed, and the 7 was now lying so that it was frozen above the middle pocket... I felt pretty good, with all my balls on. I made them all, but really fucked up my position getting to the 8-ball - it was a long ball, coming off two cushions, and I was playing to have the 8 in the corner after... but, after screwing this up, I was left with two options, either play a harsh cut to middle, leaving him a shot on the 7 if I miss... or bank, and leave a potential bank if I miss... I played the bank... it hit above the pocket I called, and the spin carried it into the opposite pocket... I lost...
Everyone was silent for a moment... except for me, who slammed the side of the table and said "F'ing C***" quite loudly (...at myself, not the opponent, he was a lovely bloke) - then, after a couple seconds, there were murmurs of this around the room... as in, everyone copied saying this
and I literally couldn't stop from laughing. They learned some new vocabulary - I even hear them comparing it to 'Ce Na' and 'Cao Ni' which are similar vibes in Shanghainese and Mandarin respectively). Few handshakes, few laughs, lots of niceties. Game over.
Summary:
So, anyway, I actually really enjoyed everything about the game (except the loss of some money...enough for it to sting a little). It was fun, good competition, memorable and I never had that feeling of playing for 'something' that felt quite like this. The guy I played was really respectful, and a good competitor. I am not sure I will make it a regular thing. But I will certainly consider, and feel more confident when laying money down in the future.
Does anyone else feel more or less nerves in money games vs tournament play? I really wasn't expecting I'd approach it with much confidence, let alone play more than one set. But I was keen to try.
(I have tried to make this as readable as possible, but I know my writing style isn't to everyone's taste)
The boss set this match up for me, after talking about how I'd improved/was playing more consistently. He asked If I was down to play for 'something', and I had a feeling this wasn't a random occasion and something he'd set-up for himself - It was against someone that I have previously played some close games with - So, I put up a decent amount myself, and a couple of others got in on it too. In the end, there were three or four involved, and a few people came to watch.
Felt the pressure/anxiety growing before the game started... But I actually quite enjoyed this experience on the whole (and I didn't think it would be my cup of tea if I'm honest). I actually felt less nervous than when playing tournament play, which I did not expect.
Rules: Sets to 7 - What I would call Chinese-8 hybrid ruling (no pocket calling except for black ball - Diamond 9-foot), all ball fouls - winner breaks - store racker racks the balls
First set -
I demolished the guy 7-1 - was really happy with my performance. I played position well, and had a couple of clearances. Played a pretty special kick shot when I was 3-1 up, and I saw the guys confidence really drop at this point. Really gave me the incentive and confidence - the ruthless feeling. Naturally I agreed to take another set after.
Second set -
This was much closer, he was 5-3 up, and I felt like there wasn't much I could do about that. He had a couple of clearances, some as a result of some careless shots that fluked a ball in (the negative side of this Chinese-8 style of play... can't stand it on these tables... I felt some frustration creeping in at this point).
I came back well to 5-5. At this point, I made a nice jump shot cut to the middle pocket, and was hoping the ball would run off two cushions for position... but it scratched in the bottom corner. making it 6-5. The final rack, he broke, took 5 balls off the table, and then sandwiched me behind the black, frozen to a cushion. I shook his hand (7-5).
Couldn't leave it at 1 set each could I?

Third set -
It was past midnight, and both of us were quite tired. I think that we both played a really close set, and it was going blow for blow. I missed an opportunity to go two racks in front at 3-2, which I think I really needed mentally and would have changed the outcome. I broke, ran four balls, and came close to laying a safety. He kicked out and made a ball to the corner, finished the rack and came level. we went rack for rack this whole set.
I played a nice carom to make a ball in the middle at 5-5 (I still call all my shots even though I don't need to, and it made everyone laugh a little at this point - I got a few '好球好球‘ from the small crowd), then finished a relatively complicated run-out. Felt really good about finishing it off.
6-5 to me, and I lost the next rack... the ball looked dead set to sit in the middle of the table, with all the balls on after the break... but it was kicked to the top corner by the 9... I had nothing but a harsh cut into the middle, which I bottled... we drew level at 6-6.
Final rack:
So, Hill-hill, and damn it was a close game! He took 6 balls off the table, but then missed, and the 7 was now lying so that it was frozen above the middle pocket... I felt pretty good, with all my balls on. I made them all, but really fucked up my position getting to the 8-ball - it was a long ball, coming off two cushions, and I was playing to have the 8 in the corner after... but, after screwing this up, I was left with two options, either play a harsh cut to middle, leaving him a shot on the 7 if I miss... or bank, and leave a potential bank if I miss... I played the bank... it hit above the pocket I called, and the spin carried it into the opposite pocket... I lost...
Everyone was silent for a moment... except for me, who slammed the side of the table and said "F'ing C***" quite loudly (...at myself, not the opponent, he was a lovely bloke) - then, after a couple seconds, there were murmurs of this around the room... as in, everyone copied saying this

Summary:
So, anyway, I actually really enjoyed everything about the game (except the loss of some money...enough for it to sting a little). It was fun, good competition, memorable and I never had that feeling of playing for 'something' that felt quite like this. The guy I played was really respectful, and a good competitor. I am not sure I will make it a regular thing. But I will certainly consider, and feel more confident when laying money down in the future.
Does anyone else feel more or less nerves in money games vs tournament play? I really wasn't expecting I'd approach it with much confidence, let alone play more than one set. But I was keen to try.
(I have tried to make this as readable as possible, but I know my writing style isn't to everyone's taste)
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