Every now and again, I get that urgem you know the one that you used to feel when you heard the bar or pool room door open right before you looked to see who it was? That feeling like Im getting this one he or she is mine!?
Whenever I hear woofing, I want to step up and say hey, how bout me? I know this isnt the smartest thing i could do because i dont play anymore and to be honest, the urge probably wouldnt last long enough to finish a set before I became bored with it but man o man do I want to at times!
I used to woof with some of the greats and its a hard habit to break but i did it. Well, I did it in that I dont say it out loud anymore but my brain still has a script playing.
This game is addictive and if I could find the desire to win that I had at all costs.....without cheating that is, I wish I could find it because I would love to jump out of the gate after over 12 years of not really playing and still beat the mouthy ones! I play occasionally for fun and if a fella annoys me, I turn it on and I shock myself. how the heck can I still play after not playing for that long? Maybe its pure annoyance with the person that makes it happen.
I gave up pool because it took too much away from my life personally. I hung out with some shady folks, I hustled and made decent money but got in some pretty sticky situations. I got to hang out with some great players but at what cost? I was gone alot and it cost me a family really. I left my then husband because it was interfering with pool.
I went to Toledo with some players to play in a tournament there many many years ago right before i quit and a friend of mine, Doug Flowers, fell tot he floor while he was in a match. I heard Donnie yelling.........Donnie was a friend of mine and Dougs. I ran down to see what was going on and Donnie had a candybar trying to give it to Doug..........he knew Doug was diabetic and though he went into a diabetic coma. Doug was having a massive heart attack. I yelled out to everyone tehre if anyone knew CPR..no one responded so knowing the basic CPR stuff, I told Donnie what to do and I blew air into Dougs lungs until the paramedics got there. It didnt work and they took him out still shocking his heart. An hour passed and they called to say he didnt make it that he was dead before he hit the floor in the pool room. I'll never forget the look and tear in dougs eyes laying there. it wa as if he knew it too late and he had no more time to make his life right, something he had always said he wanted to do. Doug was a hustler and was afriad of dying and was afraid of the devil. he always wanted to change how his life was but never could get the one break to make it easier to make the change. Doug was only in his mid 40s but had a hard life and it showed on him. After that night, I decided I didnt want that life anymore and quit gambling and hustling and eventually, lost the desire for pool at all so I quit for many years. Id come out occassionally to play in local events or doubles tourneys for fun but nothing serious. I was called once saying some woman was now the new thing in Michigan and she could beat me and called me out to play her for 5k. Of course, the gambler in me couldnt take being called out back then so I said ok I'll play give me 2 weeks. The backers for her backed out so that went no where. After 10 years of not holding a stick..........I played in a womens 9 ball event and won it. I still dont know how that happens when someone quits for that long.
Well here I am getting into running events instead of playing because I love pool but fear the life I led playing it for so long. maybe I can learn to deal with the hustling i did, maybe I can learn to get over Dougs death but even so, how do you get your fire back to wanna take someones last nickle? I think I may have changed too much and have too much compassion for people now to ever be able to do that again. I dont know but.............I think I might find out eventually because something is waking up inside me..................I get the itch way too often now. I just dont know if I can scratch it anymore.
now you know a little more about me.
Whenever I hear woofing, I want to step up and say hey, how bout me? I know this isnt the smartest thing i could do because i dont play anymore and to be honest, the urge probably wouldnt last long enough to finish a set before I became bored with it but man o man do I want to at times!
I used to woof with some of the greats and its a hard habit to break but i did it. Well, I did it in that I dont say it out loud anymore but my brain still has a script playing.
This game is addictive and if I could find the desire to win that I had at all costs.....without cheating that is, I wish I could find it because I would love to jump out of the gate after over 12 years of not really playing and still beat the mouthy ones! I play occasionally for fun and if a fella annoys me, I turn it on and I shock myself. how the heck can I still play after not playing for that long? Maybe its pure annoyance with the person that makes it happen.
I gave up pool because it took too much away from my life personally. I hung out with some shady folks, I hustled and made decent money but got in some pretty sticky situations. I got to hang out with some great players but at what cost? I was gone alot and it cost me a family really. I left my then husband because it was interfering with pool.
I went to Toledo with some players to play in a tournament there many many years ago right before i quit and a friend of mine, Doug Flowers, fell tot he floor while he was in a match. I heard Donnie yelling.........Donnie was a friend of mine and Dougs. I ran down to see what was going on and Donnie had a candybar trying to give it to Doug..........he knew Doug was diabetic and though he went into a diabetic coma. Doug was having a massive heart attack. I yelled out to everyone tehre if anyone knew CPR..no one responded so knowing the basic CPR stuff, I told Donnie what to do and I blew air into Dougs lungs until the paramedics got there. It didnt work and they took him out still shocking his heart. An hour passed and they called to say he didnt make it that he was dead before he hit the floor in the pool room. I'll never forget the look and tear in dougs eyes laying there. it wa as if he knew it too late and he had no more time to make his life right, something he had always said he wanted to do. Doug was a hustler and was afriad of dying and was afraid of the devil. he always wanted to change how his life was but never could get the one break to make it easier to make the change. Doug was only in his mid 40s but had a hard life and it showed on him. After that night, I decided I didnt want that life anymore and quit gambling and hustling and eventually, lost the desire for pool at all so I quit for many years. Id come out occassionally to play in local events or doubles tourneys for fun but nothing serious. I was called once saying some woman was now the new thing in Michigan and she could beat me and called me out to play her for 5k. Of course, the gambler in me couldnt take being called out back then so I said ok I'll play give me 2 weeks. The backers for her backed out so that went no where. After 10 years of not holding a stick..........I played in a womens 9 ball event and won it. I still dont know how that happens when someone quits for that long.
Well here I am getting into running events instead of playing because I love pool but fear the life I led playing it for so long. maybe I can learn to deal with the hustling i did, maybe I can learn to get over Dougs death but even so, how do you get your fire back to wanna take someones last nickle? I think I may have changed too much and have too much compassion for people now to ever be able to do that again. I dont know but.............I think I might find out eventually because something is waking up inside me..................I get the itch way too often now. I just dont know if I can scratch it anymore.
now you know a little more about me.