No matter what the amount is, how much you make for a living, if you're a millionaire or not, it just doesn't matter. IF YOU ARE OUT OF YOUR COMFORT ZONE, YOU WILL NOT WIN. Unless you're stealing, and action like that, for any amount of real money is scarce. There are fifty guys within a hundred miles that for $5 a game might hang in there with me. $500... I can give'em weight. It's something you get used to. You can be worth a million, and if you've never bet a thousand, relying on hand eye, nerve, stroke, experience, it IS tough. First time I played an "ahead" set for three thousand giving the seven and the break, I went in the bathroom and vomited. I had never bet more than two hundred. I was out of my comfort zone. You can also use people's zones to your advantage. If my opponent is a whiz, Earl at fifty a set, I might negotiate for three or five hundred. If it is a road driven pro, I might bet cheap, hoping he's bored or not interested. Then, sneak up on him. Listen, I make an OK living, also. Keep it what it is. If the money issue doesn't bother you at all, you can get used to it. If it does bother you, play cheap and work your way up to it. If you don't plan to make this your main source of income, why treat it that way? Best of luck.Matt_24 said:I don't know what it is. All I know is, I just have to do what I have to do. I love the game of pool too much to quit. I mean, I really see the beauty in pool. Watching a great player run out is as exciting for me, like a person who is moved to tears by the Symphony/Opera. Silly, maybe...but true. When I talk about pool like that to my wife she just looks at me like I'm insane.
I guess I just have to lose the ego and admit that I just can't go over "x" amounts (not quite sure what those are - but I'm self imposing a $25 max per set) without playing like a dirty dog. Thank the Lord I don't have to worry about money. I'd be up the creek if I had to gamble at pool for a living.
Matt_24 said:I don't know what it is. All I know is, I just have to do what I have to do. I love the game of pool too much to quit. I mean, I really see the beauty in pool. Watching a great player run out is as exciting for me, like a person who is moved to tears by the Symphony/Opera. Silly, maybe...but true. When I talk about pool like that to my wife she just looks at me like I'm insane.
I guess I just have to lose the ego and admit that I just can't go over "x" amounts (not quite sure what those are - but I'm self imposing a $25 max per set) without playing like a dirty dog. Thank the Lord I don't have to worry about money. I'd be up the creek if I had to gamble at pool for a living.
No help you are a loser!!! and that is all i have to say about that!!!!!Matt_24 said:This thread is just for me to vent. Thanks for listening.
I'm a horrible gambler. I've done well in local tournaments when I'm in stroke and don't lose my cool in those...but when I gamble for anything "minutely" substantial it is like I get extra competitive and I lose my focus. I think of winning more than what I'm doing. I don't know "why" it happens...but it does. Always has. Now betting cheap/cheap, I might play like a world champion. But once you start hitting the $100+ range - there is no telling who might show up.
I'm playing last night with a guy I should be spotting the world. We're in the first set, race to 5 for $100. I'm getting every bad roll in the book. Make a tough shot, get hooked. Make a tough shot, scratch. It is brutal enough to bring tears to your eyes. And of course, he is feeding off my mistakes, and suddenly a guy who can't run 4 balls is running out like Buddy F*&king Hall. Seriously. I dog it, he runs out like every ball is a hanger. My jaw is just hanging open.
Needless to say I was never more p*ssed in my life. Yes, I lost my temper. Not at him, but myself. He looked at me right after the set - and I went over to him...handed him my cue and case, and said, "Take it. I don't deserve it. I don't deserve to hold a pool stick. I quit this f*cking game."....and I walked out. He didn't say anything, as he knew that combination was worth well over $100...LOL. I had quite a few friendly acquiantances there, and I rudely didn't say goodbye to anyone. I figured better to give the cue away than break it. Anyhow, I was just disgusted with myself.
I was on my drive home thinking about how much I love pool, and how gambling just either makes it the greatest game ever -- when you win -- or just disgusts me with the entire thing -- when I lose --.
So, I've realized the best thing for me is to just admit to myself, that I'm a better dirt-cheap-cheap gambler (as embarrassing for me as it is). If my wagering starts to get larger than my range of comfort (and for whatever reason, sometimes you just can't change your personal comfort range)....I could play good (and have) but more than likely Chokey McChokerson is going to show up. A few nights ago I played $25 sets and ran out like Forest F'ing Gump. I might as well as been on ESPN. I bet a measily $100 last night and start dogging the lights out. I mean, it is so embarrassing to someone who is as competitive as myself - but I guess there is nothing I can do. And once that dogging starts and I lose my cool.....I pull that "Strickland give up" act. It is truly a pathetic site to behold. At least I was smart enough to "go off" after set number one. I was so mad....I'm glad I didn't try to keep playing. The only smart move of that night.
I'm fortunate that my wife and I are incredibly blessed financially, and have no need for those miniscule amounts you can win wagering. I just do it for fun...but then the ego thing comes in (and doesn't that just get you every time)....I don't know? It's like you want to beat your chest and bet whatever you have in your pocket (or maybe I'm the only idiot who gets those feelings).
I've never been the smart "dead-nuts" type. I just like to gamble and I never ask for weight as cheaply as I play. I asked a group of guys if anyone wanted to play cheap practice 9 ball the other night. Races to 5 for $10 (yes, only $10) and a guy says, "Give me the 6 ball." I replied, "For $10????". "Yes." was his response. "Get up." I tell him. I was breaking and running out several games...but I couldn't fade that 6, but it was fun and good pressure for myself. He won 3 or 4 sets, but I did it more for the challenge, and it was good practice. I still couldn't believe he wanted that spot for $10...but those are the types that disgust me. I can understand guys like Jack Cooney who "lay it down" for HUGE sums of money....but asking for weight on a $10 set? Come on. Maybe even a $25 set I could understand - but $10? And a ridiculous spot. Oh well.....
I guess I'll have to start a Cheap Players support group. Our motto will be: We're here, We play $10 sets, and we're proud! LOL...
Thanks for listening. Guess I need to buy a Predator 314-2 for my Schon now..LOL.
predator said:Seems to me you are playing games for sums that are as of yet out of your comfort zone. So you cannot fully enjoy the game, if at all. Nothing is automatic anymore, muscle memory almost completely erased...
Happens to me all the time.
When I play for just table time or a drink, I pose a threat to just below shortstop class players.
But put me in a tournament which means a lot to me and where I expect to do well...suddenly a blind drunk is a major threat to me.
JCIN said:In the end it really doesn't matter. I mean where does it stop? You get comfortable at $100 but hit the wall at $500. Eventually it WILL make a difference, so why chase in the first place? Just enjoy what you do.
Pride will get you busted.
Purdman said:Why do you feel it necessary to gamble when playing a game you love to play Matt? Is it am ego thing or you worried other people might think less of you if you don't? Do you covet others money? Exactly what do you get out of gambling? My friend, I am not knocking your action, I am just curious what it is that makes you want to gamble. I don't gamble and don't feel bad about it. Actually, I would much rather help somebody out than take their money away from them. You know that. What makes us different my friend. I ain't talking about $1 on the 5 and $2 on the nine sir. I am talking about money you could spend on your wife and child and make them smile unexpectedly. The dozen roses from time to time and the unexpected trip to toys are us on Saturday morning. Sitting on the curb waiting on the store to open having a coke and a candy bar. You know what I mean buddy.
Peace, your friend, Purdman