Luck vs Skill Percentage - What Do You Think?

boogieman said:
Extremely old jargon for a dealer. The only reason I know is because there is a song about it on the soundtrack to Easy Rider.
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Even when I was a young adult mom hated that song. The dealer sells you a lot of sweet dreams but the pusher is a monster. God damn the pusher man. I may not have the words exactly right but I wore out many a cassette and a few LP's of that sound track. Mom didn't like taking the Lord's name in vain, couldn't argue with her there. On the other hand while I wasn't all that impressed with the movie, for many years I thought that was the best sound track, the entire cassette, ever!

A bit of trivia, I was born on a forty acre farm a few miles from where Jack Nicholson was killed, next to some property my cousin owned in the Morganza Spillway. Family friends, the Melancon's owned the little cafe in Morganza where the trouble started. We often got together to fry fish or other family get togethers with them. Small world!

Hu
 
Yesterday, playing in a bi-monthly tourney, I experienced for the first time the crushing combination of luck and skill that both far exceeded mine. We lagged, then I sat down for 5 straight games as he ran (killer breaker), and then I picked up two frames, one from an error, then I ran the next one out. After that, I was hooked on the one from my next break, played a kick after. Small safety battle which he got a lucky roll in... Didn't play another shot in the game.
I didn't play badly... and usually I am kicking myself real hard... This is the first time I have felt 'hopeless' in a set, and not blamed it entirely on myself (which is good in a way), but damn, feeling like you showed up just to get beat like a baby seal...

What do people do when they are sat in the chair for a long time? Like what do you think about? Phones, vaping and smoke breaks are a no go obviously, and I was watching someone who I think is awesome a couple tables down till their game finished. Then I just sit there thinking about time ticking away, getting more and more annoyed. Thinking "what-if's" in all three tenses :ROFLMAO:
 
Flakeandrun said:
Yesterday, playing in a bi-monthly tourney, I experienced for the first time the crushing combination of luck and skill that both far exceeded mine. We lagged, then I sat down for 5 straight games as he ran (killer breaker), and then I picked up two frames, one from an error, then I ran the next one out. After that, I was hooked on the one from my next break, played a kick after. Small safety battle which he got a lucky roll in... Didn't play another shot in the game.
I didn't play badly... and usually I am kicking myself real hard... This is the first time I have felt 'hopeless' in a set, and not blamed it entirely on myself (which is good in a way), but damn, feeling like you showed up just to get beat like a baby seal...

What do people do when they are sat in the chair for a long time? Like what do you think about? Phones, vaping and smoke breaks are a no go obviously, and I was watching someone who I think is awesome a couple tables down till their game finished. Then I just sit there thinking about time ticking away, getting more and more annoyed. Thinking "what-if's" in all three tenses :ROFLMAO:
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Sometimes it is our turn in the chair. I got beaten like a rented mule as a teenager, over and over, because I was sizzling with emotion sitting in the chair. One old man in particular had my number. I was a better ball pocketer but not after five or ten minutes cooling my jets on the edge of a bar stool.

He kicked my butt for months and I was too stubborn to duck him. Then one day I hit on the idea to sit in a chair when he was shooting, sit deep in the chair like I was watching TV. Then pretend to be a mildly interested observer watching Joe shoot. Joe never beat me again, of course he didn't play me long once I figured out how to beat him. He took 200-300 of my seventies dollars and he did it three dollars at a time. Toldja I was stubborn! Learning to relax in the chair made me many times what I lost to Joe so it worked out in the long run.

Hu
 
ShootingArts said:
Sometimes it is our turn in the chair. I got beaten like a rented mule as a teenager, over and over, because I was sizzling with emotion sitting in the chair. One old man in particular had my number. I was a better ball pocketer but not after five or ten minutes cooling my jets on the edge of a bar stool.

He kicked my butt for months and I was too stubborn to duck him. Then one day I hit on the idea to sit in a chair when he was shooting, sit deep in the chair like I was watching TV. Then pretend to be a mildly interested observer watching Joe shoot. Joe never beat me again, of course he didn't play me long once I figured out how to beat him. He took 200-300 of my seventies dollars and he did it three dollars at a time. Toldja I was stubborn! Learning to relax in the chair made me many times what I lost to Joe so it worked out in the long run.

Hu
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As someone with ADHD, I either don't concentrate or hyper-fixate when there are limited things to interact with. I get a bit too mentally involved while watching - maybe I could stick a towel on my head like O'Sullivan... :ROFLMAO:
Guess I should work on being 'present' - appreciate the other player and watch their game... treat my game like it's solo (much easier said than done)

I really relate to your story about losing to someone you could beat, purely because they have your emotional/mental game locked down... They figure out how to play you, and stop trying to play 'The best pool'

I have another tournament on the other side of the city tonight, and if I play like I did yesterday, I won't be disappointed, just hope things can go my way and I spend less time in the chair!
 
Flakeandrun said:
As someone with ADHD, I either don't concentrate or hyper-fixate when there are limited things to interact with. I get a bit too mentally involved while watching - maybe I could stick a towel on my head like O'Sullivan... :ROFLMAO:
Guess I should work on being 'present' - appreciate the other player and watch their game... treat my game like it's solo (much easier said than done)

I really relate to your story about losing to someone you could beat, purely because they have your emotional/mental game locked down... They figure out how to play you, and stop trying to play 'The best pool'

I have another tournament on the other side of the city tonight, and if I play like I did yesterday, I won't be disappointed, just hope things can go my way and I spend less time in the chair!
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Good luck! Update us when the tournament is over please.

Hu
 
boogieman said:
Extremely old jargon for a dealer. The only reason I know is because there is a song about it on the soundtrack to Easy Rider.
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Actually, a dealer is one that sells pot. A pusher sells herion.

You know the dealer, the dealer is a man
With the love grass in his hand
Ah, but the pusher is a monster
Good God, he's not a natural man
The dealer for a nickel
Lord, will sell you lots of sweet dreams
Ah, but the pusher ruin your body
Lord, he'll leave your,
He'll leave your mind to scream
God damn, ah-ah, the pusher... The Pusher, Steppenwolf
 
Twocylndr said:
Actually, a dealer is one that sells pot. A pusher sells herion.

You know the dealer, the dealer is a man
With the love grass in his hand
Ah, but the pusher is a monster
Good God, he's not a natural man
The dealer for a nickel
Lord, will sell you lots of sweet dreams
Ah, but the pusher ruin your body
Lord, he'll leave your,
He'll leave your mind to scream
God damn, ah-ah, the pusher... The Pusher, Steppenwolf
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If we are gonna split hairs a dealer is anyone that sells dope. Most dealers sell to those that want something, they don't try to use trickery or similar methods to corrupt and create new users. As we were taught in Jr High School, the pusher is indeed a monster. They actively work to addict people.

Old distinctions from long ago. Meanings might have changed a bit. Steppenwolf was bending the meanings of the words a little even back then unless the words had different meanings in different areas.

Steppenwolf was fantastic! We always relate to our own era best but I have to say even going back today and comparing, the music from the late fifties into the early seventies was great. A hugely talented bunch of people came to music and some pretty awful people too but fortunately they didn't get much attention usually.

One day a teacher was asking each student what their dads did back when you could do such things. One little fellow said his dad was a pusher! Naturally this created quite a stir. When they caught up with the boy's mother on the phone she laughed. "My husband is a puller, not a pusher. He pulls stock in a warehouse."

Hu
 
Twocylndr said:
Actually, a dealer is one that sells pot. A pusher sells herion.

You know the dealer, the dealer is a man
With the love grass in his hand
Ah, but the pusher is a monster
Good God, he's not a natural man
The dealer for a nickel
Lord, will sell you lots of sweet dreams
Ah, but the pusher ruin your body
Lord, he'll leave your,
He'll leave your mind to scream
God damn, ah-ah, the pusher... The Pusher, Steppenwolf
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I wouldn't even call someone who sells pot a dealer.
 
Put a coffee cup sized paper cloth on table, now place that where you are wanting the cue ball to end up. If you are not hitting that mark but still able shoot I say you got lucky, don’t agree that you are getting lucky yhen bet some money and see how good or lucky you really are. I say we all get lucky and it’s part of life and pool. Stop complaining about luck, if you are better player then you will win most often.
 
boogieman said:
I wouldn't even call someone who sells pot a dealer.
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At the time of the song people selling pot were very much dealers. A one ounce bag of pot and you were a user. A one ounce bag of pot and a joint in your shirt pocket and you were a dealer. Big time felony and time spent in the big house, first offense. Second offense your hair would be gray by the time you got out of prison! Lost some friends that way. They knew the risk they were taking, can't have much sympathy for them. I buried friends that got tangled in the life too.

We of course can't prove what caused someone to use poor judgment but one person made a bad decision after smoking a joint a little earlier. His IQ was off the charts and he didn't make many errors in judgment. That was in 1972. I had started back smoking a little pot with him because he didn't like smoking alone. The last time I took so much as a toke of pot was with him. I am pushed in a corner and having to use the gummies, the opioids seem superior in all respects, including less side effects.

I can't really isolate someone dealing pot from other drug dealers. How much pot do they have to sell to be a dealer? Friends of a friend made national news for having two rows of pot either side of a small river. The rows were two miles long!

I am trying gummies with THC in them for pain management. They only reduce pain at levels that have me so high I can't leave the house, so they are late night last ditch to get some sleep. Something I found out immediately though, it is very possible to OD on gummies. Forget operating vehicles or other equipment, I wouldn't let you operate a pool cue in my house if you were that messed up! No dangers of dying unless it triggers other conditions but I was so messed up I was bouncing off everything but the ceiling just walking from my bedroom to the bathroom, maybe fifteen feet from bed to toilet.

I had coworkers that were convinced you couldn't OD on something natural. Friday nights they picked mushrooms and started the boil. Five gallons of tea boiled down all weekend. I pointed out that once it was boiled it was processed but that wasn't a thought they wanted to consider. I tasted their tea, nasty stuff! They said it was better tasting with koolaid. I tasted that too, still nasty! I got high because I enjoyed it. I didn't enjoy drinking that stuff so that was my last mushroom experiment.

I had some ambitions that didn't go well with dope use so I never used a lot of stuff that was around me. A friend had what looked like cash register tape with a hit of windowpane acid every few inches, never tried it. Never tried coke or any of the downers.

I am not a fan of legal drugs, hate taking them. Far less of a fan of illegal drugs. I still support winning the war on drugs and alcohol. Get caught in possession of either drugs or illegal alcohol valued at over fifty thousand and I have no problem with capital punishment. You are killing others for fun and profit, so long!

Hu
 
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