How can someone love the game so much, and still suck so bad?
...seriously, wtf man.
I've really been struggling these past months. Recently I've accepted the fact that I lack any and all natural ability in this game. And even then, I remained optimistic. But lately for all the books, DVD's, nightly falling asleep to youtube/propoolvideo streams watching patterns, dreaming of my next cue, I'm just a pool nerd 100%. If ever in action, I'm usually in a good game--no confidence is lacking 'cause I'll railbird their shot choices and ability, yeah, and the pure WANT is there. I love this game.
But so far as personal goals and consistency? I can't get there. I'll go 0-2 in a local tourney, giving weight to some drunk, and it's just done. F-the rolls, f-the breaks, I should have taken him out. But I didn't, or couldn't.
I refuse to accept that I have too high, or unnatural standards for myself. It's just I don't understand for all the spirit and meditation in this game, and in all of its crushing defeats, that when all I want to do is run out a rack of 9 ball..pffh...game over. It's like some unhealthy relationship I'll never leave.
Does anyone else have light or advice on this? Absolutes aside, I still love everything about this game. What's my f-in problem?
(no heart, maybe)
I'm gonna go groom my tip now....
...seriously, wtf man.
I've really been struggling these past months. Recently I've accepted the fact that I lack any and all natural ability in this game. And even then, I remained optimistic. But lately for all the books, DVD's, nightly falling asleep to youtube/propoolvideo streams watching patterns, dreaming of my next cue, I'm just a pool nerd 100%. If ever in action, I'm usually in a good game--no confidence is lacking 'cause I'll railbird their shot choices and ability, yeah, and the pure WANT is there. I love this game.
But so far as personal goals and consistency? I can't get there. I'll go 0-2 in a local tourney, giving weight to some drunk, and it's just done. F-the rolls, f-the breaks, I should have taken him out. But I didn't, or couldn't.
I refuse to accept that I have too high, or unnatural standards for myself. It's just I don't understand for all the spirit and meditation in this game, and in all of its crushing defeats, that when all I want to do is run out a rack of 9 ball..pffh...game over. It's like some unhealthy relationship I'll never leave.
Does anyone else have light or advice on this? Absolutes aside, I still love everything about this game. What's my f-in problem?
(no heart, maybe)
I'm gonna go groom my tip now....
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