Has anyone coached a friend through their earbuds?

[Moe Szyslak]

In psych terms, ego / pride etc are simply components of personality - maybe just sentience - whatever that means. Regardless you need a strong enough ego to withstand the forces of society if only to retain one's individuality. None of it has to show in an interpersonal engagement and often won't.

In conclusion, I hope this has helped you with your question, "Has anyone coached a friend through their earbuds?"

 

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In conclusion, I hope this has helped you with your question, "Has anyone coached a friend through their earbuds?"

Already answered that.

 

[billiards_watch]

It's the sign of the times. Before earbuds and cellphones we would just cheat with table talk from the rails.

Now we can hide it.

25 years ago the question would be "Anyone coach their friend by giving hand gestures?"

LOL

 

[straightline]

It's the sign of the times. Before earbuds and cellphones we would just cheat with table talk from the rails.

Now we can hide it.

25 years ago the question would be "Anyone coach their friend by giving hand gestures?"

LOL

There's also golf / office / Americlish / etc...

 

[gregcantrall]

Now we can hide it.

SIGNALS Just like the catcher in baseball. As catcher the number of fingers I showed were a decoy. The real signal was where I placed my gloved hand.
Pretty sure we played couples that had signals in the no conference events.

 

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[Mensabum]

While it flies under many names I have never met anyone that was world class at anything that didn't have a large ego. The public humility of Efren is well known but the first time Marvin Manalo beat him he thought it showed disrespect and he didn't speak to Marvin for six weeks! Efren has a huge ego, he just keeps it under wraps most of the time. I was racing a late model '57 Chevrolet on dirt at seventeen. I was very unathletic and those old cars took muscle to drive. Money and experience too. I was a typical teenager feeling a bit inferior at best. I recognized then that it took a lot of ego to think I could beat the other drivers with the car I had rebuilt from the ground up and built the engine for. Right then I started deliberately building my ego. I didn't notch a feature my first year but I won the last four prelim's I ran. The best knew I was there.

I still annoy some people with my ego. I make no apologies, I consider it an important part of the foundation that has made me a winner at everything I have competed at, often competing against the very best in open competition, no handicap. I dodge any form of competition with a handicap unless I am in the top division. Hard to brag about wins that came any way but head to head with the best.

Modesty, even false modesty, is dangerous. Your subconscious doesn't understand lies, not even "white lies".

Hu

If you have an ego Hu, it doesn't come thru your comments or instruction. I see you as a humble man and enjoy everything you write, along with many others here on AZ.
Bonafide treasure, Hu.

 

[Mensabum]

Uh oh a Grampa story: Back in the day on the east side, Bellevue WA. We had a 10 a stick Scotch Doubles ring game with 3 teams. Oh it was fun. Well for me and my partner. Around 160 @ by close time. The best part is. We were Not on speaking terms. No serious I had passed him off earlier. My conduct was out of line.
Somehow we accepted the game as the six top guns lounged and created the game.
We Never Spoke. Just never missed! Oh that fight or flight adrenaline was there for both of us. Had We been speaking, the only conversation would have been, "I made Mine" or "Take That!".

Ahhh... Ring Games!!!
My crack.

 

[Mensabum]

I knew of it happening as late as the seventies, maybe eighties. There was a game ran by the local family and the parish sheriff was almost always sitting in it, in uniform complete with a big ol' gun. Maybe the last game that I would have considered cheating in but a few people did over the years. Just a mile or two to the Mississippi River bridge and there was always an old jukebox that had gotten too flaky to be worth having to fix all the time. Rumor had it that people would try to steal those old jukeboxes by swimming off with them!

Hu

Gater bait.

 

[Mensabum]

Uh oh another Scotch Doubles flashback:
My wife had a history with Lavern on the other team in a race to 4 bar box 9 ball tournament. I had made a $10 sweat bet with Joe on the other team.
As she prepared to break, I saw the deer in the headlights look. So I sidled up along side and whispered, "did you hear what Lavern said?" She had said nothing. My wife's tension in her, "What did she SAY?" My reply of, "oh nevermind ", as I turned and returned to our table. Lit the fuse!
She snapped the 9, giving me the break. I broke made a ball, she fired in the 1-9. She broke making a ball, I made the 1 ball and she made the combination on the 9. I broke and made a ball to have her fire in the 1 -9 combination. I had to rush to speak to her for the second time in the match. She was heading for Lavern and the handshake. My whisper in her ear this time was, "Lavern didn't say anything. " Oh Wow that's potentially the madest she has ever been.....At Me!!!

Now that's coaching!!!

 

[Mensabum]

In psych terms, ego / pride etc are simply components of personality - maybe just sentience - whatever that means. Regardless you need a strong enough ego to withstand the forces of society if only to retain one's individuality. None of it has to show in an interpersonal engagement and often won't.
Jumped in to ramble...

You can be assertive without being aggressive. Alphas and Betas. You learn this once you've won enuf and it's ok to let the other guy have one. Makes you both feel good. Insecurities left long ago.

 

[gregcantrall]

Ahhh... Ring Games!!!
My crack.

In the late 80s The Mustard Seed 2 in Bellevue had a large Vietnamese patronage. They loved to gamble. A 1 and 2 game almost every night. The game was so soft. My sales skills kept me in it. My personal rule was Never make more than 3 in a row without riding the money balls. They learned via the cheap lessons. I was getting good practice of caroms and combinations. I eventually learned why they didn't mind. In a 5 handed game my nightly take was 25 to 40 or 50 and they competed to see which of the other 4 paid the bill for the lessons.
They took what they learned and went to the Hilltop in Tacoma and played the Vietnamese bar owner for 50 a game.
There came a time when I quit my day job and played on short funds to see how long I could go before finding another day job. One of my pupils took me to Tacoma and sponsored me by handing me 100 as my stake horse against the owner. $10 was his introduction game as he had been scored upon by hired guns. As slow as I played I couldn't get him up off of 10. He brought in his hired gun and if I wanted to play for more......The hired gun approached me and I gave him the 411 with, "I came to play the owner, when he's done I am done."
Once that was settled the owner pulled up at minus 100. My sponsor enjoyed it so much that he declined his 50 and thanked me for the lesson. He could return any time for a $50 game with the owner.

 

[ShootingArts]

In the late 80s The Mustard Seed 2 in Bellevue had a large Vietnamese patronage. They loved to gamble. A 1 and 2 game almost every night. The game was so soft. My sales skills kept me in it. My personal rule was Never make more than 3 in a row without riding the money balls. They learned via the cheap lessons. I was getting good practice of caroms and combinations. I eventually learned why they didn't mind. In a 5 handed game my nightly take was 25 to 40 or 50 and they competed to see which of the other 4 paid the bill for the lessons.
They took what they learned and went to the Hilltop in Tacoma and played the Vietnamese bar owner for 50 a game.
There came a time when I quit my day job and played on short funds to see how long I could go before finding another day job. One of my pupils took me to Tacoma and sponsored me by handing me 100 as my stake horse against the owner. $10 was his introduction game as he had been scored upon by hired guns. As slow as I played I couldn't get him up off of 10. He brought in his hired gun and if I wanted to play for more......The hired gun approached me and I gave him the 411 with, "I came to play the owner, when he's done I am done."
Once that was settled the owner pulled up at minus 100. My sponsor enjoyed it so much that he declined his 50 and thanked me for the lesson. He could return any time for a $50 game with the owner.

For awhile I would head out for the evening or a few weeks with just a twenty dollar bill in my pocket and a full tank of gas. Turned that twenty into a few hundred in a night many times and over a thousand on the road. As I think you know, quite possible in the seventies and eighties. Didn't always work though. I took a ride down to a honey hole in Bridge City on the shorts a couple times and ran into a fellow I didn't know back then called Scotty, Scotty Townsend! Didn't take long to go from short to busted. I didn't learn my lesson though, put fifty in my pocket and headed back to Bridge City a few trips specifically looking for Scotty. For better or worse he had moved on. Probably saved me some money, that was on a barbox in that place.

Hu