Focus on Focus

[yankeepapa]

focus on focus

Being able to take focus from idle to red-line and back at will is certainly a useful skill to develop (thank you Hu). Becoming tired and making bad decisions at the table as a tournament night progresses is my frequent downfall. Having an energy conserving strategy can only help here.

Loud, obnoxious music can be enervating, even torturous. Certainly it can be distracting. I have learned to tune it out, for the most part. Finding new and creative ways to incorporate f*ck into lyrics seems to be part of the Hip-Hop mission statement. I'm embarrassed to confess I know most of the lyrics to "You're a crazy *****".

Focus without attachment to outcomes is tough. When cash is on the line it is damn tough. When I'm able to lose the attachment tho, it's funny how the ball is more likely to find its pocket. .

pete

 

[ShootingArts]

how I learned

An old man put that learning on me. I don't know how old he was, I guessed seventies or eighties but since then I have known people in their nineties that seemed younger than him so I just don't know. Everything about him was slow and every time I saw him he beat me like a rented mule on the pool table. This went on for months.

I was very young and focusing on his every move chomping at the bit to get back at the table. When I finally did I was jacked up and antsy and did something stupid as often as not. I was proud enough that ducking him wasn't an option and I might have been the first ATM. Finally I learned to relax mentally and physically when I wasn't at the table and it wasn't long before he was ducking me.

Only after it was too late did I think to wonder if this ancient man who could still run a table one painful ball at a time might have been someone in his day. He quietly tripled or more his government check at a very small country bar every month. Nothing flashy, just small bets and solid play.

Hu

Being able to take focus from idle to red-line and back at will is certainly a useful skill to develop (thank you Hu). Becoming tired and making bad decisions at the table as a tournament night progresses is my frequent downfall. Having an energy conserving strategy can only help here.

Loud, obnoxious music can be enervating, even torturous. Certainly it can be distracting. I have learned to tune it out, for the most part. Finding new and creative ways to incorporate f*ck into lyrics seems to be part of the Hip-Hop mission statement. I'm embarrassed to confess I know most of the lyrics to "You're a crazy *****".

Focus without attachment to outcomes is tough. When cash is on the line it is damn tough. When I'm able to lose the attachment tho, it's funny how the ball is more likely to find its pocket. .

pete