I'm only 22 and pool is fairly new to me. I've lost before but back then I didn't know what I was doing. I research and practice and basically live in the poolhall now, and set my bar considerably higher than I used to. I guess I just thought I'd be better than this at this point... more consistent. Losing isn't such a big deal, but this time it seemed more important in that my team is vying for first place in the league and my teammates really had their hopes up. I felt like I was playing not only for me but for them and if I couldn't pull the wins out when it mattered then I'm not to the level that I want to be.Shortside K said:If I was capable of crying, I would've right then and there. But all I could do was hang my head in shame. I won only 2 of my 6 games that night. I couldn't even look my teammates int he eye because even THEY had no words of encouragement for me. To them, its, "We know you can play well so do your job. If you lose, you don't belong with us.". When the game was over I packed up my stuff, put on my jacket and walked out without saying goodbye to anyone.
I could describe the feeling as "being in highschool and having your GF break up with you".
Let's see.... how can I put this?
I think you need to step back and "read what you have written in your posts" and think about how you sound.
You sound like you are very young. I'm not trying to put you down, but you need to realize you are heartbroken over a couple of games of 8-ball.
Sheeeeesh.
I appreciate your post, but this actually happened last Sunday and I think I'm over it know...No, I KNOW I'm over it now. My heartbroken feelings towards the game are more about my standards for myself and not "the game" which I still love. Because I want to be the best I can be, and just because I visualize myself winning every game doesn't mean I will. I'm okay with that now.
Looking back on the whole thing, I figure: If I'm not as good as I want after days and days of practice, then I just need months and months of practice. Simple as that. I'll try harder and forget that this whole thing ever happened.