My pool game is really suffering

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At first, I thought it is because I don't play much anymore and stopped practicing eons ago. But, now I think it's because I am deceased. I mean, I don't have a reflection in the mirror anymore, so that's one sign. The summer sun neither burns nor tans my flesh. I see the same crow repeatedly. Everything feels like punishment. At best, perhaps I am in purgatory, which as far as I can tell is somewhere between 9 ball and onepocket.

Any advice?

Best,

JL
 
1)Take 2 days off then quit.
Life's full of fun shit outside of pool. Who needs the headache?

2)Pick a goal .. tournament/ gambling score and go back to the grind.

3)Play one pocket for the rest of your days, you can match up with most anyone.. forever .. without another day of actual practice.
 
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This is the current state of affairs in my sepulcher, er, I mean pool room. The cat knows the deal...

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At first, I thought it is because I don't play much anymore and stopped practicing eons ago. But, now I think it's because I am deceased. I mean, I don't have a reflection in the mirror anymore, so that's one sign. The summer sun neither burns nor tans my flesh. I see the same crow repeatedly. Everything feels like punishment. At best, perhaps I am in purgatory, which as far as I can tell is somewhere between 9 ball and onepocket.

Any advice?

Best,

JL
You need to reread Dante's "The Divine Comedy".
 
At first, I thought it is because I don't play much anymore and stopped practicing eons ago. But, now I think it's because I am deceased. I mean, I don't have a reflection in the mirror anymore, so that's one sign. The summer sun neither burns nor tans my flesh. I see the same crow repeatedly. Everything feels like punishment. At best, perhaps I am in purgatory, which as far as I can tell is somewhere between 9 ball and onepocket.

Any advice?

Best,

JL
Get your butt up to Airway Billiards on Monday or Wednesday nights or on Saturday...or up to Huber Heights at Olinger's Action Palace.

Some matches with those boys (occasionally including Alex Olinger, Billy Thorpe, Ryan Stone, and some other lesser known champions) will undoubtedly inspire you to play right/hard and get your head out of your hoohaa (and come back to life).

You're welcome,

Lou
 
Get your butt up to Airway Billiards on Monday or Wednesday nights or on Saturday...or up to Huber Heights at Olinger's Action Palace.

Some matches with those boys (occasionally including Alex Olinger, Billy Thorpe, Ryan Stone, and some other lesser known champions) will undoubtedly inspire you to play right/hard and get your head out of your hoohaa (and come back to life).

You're welcome,

Lou
Now that I see that Google claims that the Action Palace has a Ms. Pac-Man machine, I can feel my nerves tingling with some life...
 
At first, I thought it is because I don't play much anymore and stopped practicing eons ago. But, now I think it's because I am deceased. I mean, I don't have a reflection in the mirror anymore, so that's one sign. The summer sun neither burns nor tans my flesh. I see the same crow repeatedly. Everything feels like punishment. At best, perhaps I am in purgatory, which as far as I can tell is somewhere between 9 ball and onepocket.

Any advice?

Best,

JL
I don't know what ganja you got ahold of, but can I come to your house?
 
Go dabble in some deep evolutionary Philosophy.:rolleyes:
Then,..... When you have "no idea," (aka: the WTF moment), go back and play pool.
 
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