Zone...........how does it grab U ?
No Feeling Like It !!
- Thread starter Island Drive
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One of the few times I've been in the zone, my opponent had to stop me as I reached for my break cue to prepare to break the next rack. He had to stop me to tell me it was over and that I had won. I had no idea what the score was, and that I had just run the last two racks to finish it.
Best feeling I've ever had................................however, I remember nothing about it or what I did.
dave
Best feeling I've ever had................................however, I remember nothing about it or what I did.
dave
I love those moments!
When I am in the zone everything is easy and I play at a quicker pace. I really don't stop and think,it's already there.
Seems to me a large percentage of these posts are Colorado based, so here is mine.
The table seems to have no legs....just the surface is all I see. If I am at a tourney when it happens no one else exists, just me and the
leg-less table. And last but not least if I can think it I can do it.
Dead stroke don't come around near enough
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The table seems to have no legs....just the surface is all I see. If I am at a tourney when it happens no one else exists, just me and the
leg-less table. And last but not least if I can think it I can do it.
Dead stroke don't come around near enough
.
I'm exactly the same. Everything around me becomes muted and I just move around the table. Nothing quite like the feeling.
Not trying to hijack the thread, but how many of you can turn it on and off as needed? Maybe not fully "in the zone" as that strikes me as more of a subconsious thing, but being able to flip a switch and take your game up a notch or two.
oh yes
I have been there....we who have, are so fortunate to experience it.......
I just read a good description of that mental state on p.71 of "Running The Table"......when Kid Delicious was matched up with Chris Bartram....don't know if the story is true, but the description of being in the zone was good.....
In my younger days, when I played basketball pretty regularly, I remember the same feeling when I reached the same kind of mental state of "being in the zone".... in some basketball game where I was making baskets all over the floor; I was something like 10 for 10 that day........what a feeling indeed........I count those times in my life as precious moments........and they don't come around often.....
I have been there....we who have, are so fortunate to experience it.......
I just read a good description of that mental state on p.71 of "Running The Table"......when Kid Delicious was matched up with Chris Bartram....don't know if the story is true, but the description of being in the zone was good.....
In my younger days, when I played basketball pretty regularly, I remember the same feeling when I reached the same kind of mental state of "being in the zone".... in some basketball game where I was making baskets all over the floor; I was something like 10 for 10 that day........what a feeling indeed........I count those times in my life as precious moments........and they don't come around often.....
Seems to me a large percentage of these posts are Colorado based, so here is mine.
The table seems to have no legs....just the surface is all I see. If I am at a tourney when it happens no one else exists, just me and the
leg-less table. And last but not least if I can think it I can do it.
Dead stroke don't come around near enough
It's the thin air here. We only think we are in the zone because our brains are starved for oxygen. Try playing at a mile high altitude.
I zoned last week for about three hours. Hit everything I shot. All net. Never hit a rail. I thought afterwards that I finally had the game figured out.
The next day my balls were rattling in the pockets just like always. That's the problem with the zone. The depression that follows when you find out
that your exceptional play was just that. Exceptional.
But the high is worth it. You know it's inside you somewhere.
The next day my balls were rattling in the pockets just like always. That's the problem with the zone. The depression that follows when you find out
that your exceptional play was just that. Exceptional.
But the high is worth it. You know it's inside you somewhere.
It's our candy, our Medusa, we love her and want er even more. To me its a calmness, everything is Clearer, everything remembered and it all seems to slow down. It can last for hours, days and months for some. Comparatively, its like in the movies when someone is between dying and living and they are floating around.....inbetween, in their own mind.
John Denver sang it the best.
When to rent money is on the line and you have to Zone is a rush! If you lose you crash. I hate when I crash.
That's so true, and it adds perspective to those great US generational players that came out of the depression era and played to stay alive. The Pinoys are created in somewhat the same enviornment as our predecessors and show the results of playing under these dog/eat/dog guidelines.
Playing on an air barrel in an unfamiliar pool room is also enlightening, eh?
There is no drug on this earth can be as pure and as pleasurable as DEAD STROKE!! Being in DEAD PUNCH or having the cue ball on a string!! When you land in this mysterious realm you don't want to leave... You don't want it to ever end and ill tell you this... Keep playing (if you can) till that feeling dies out. Pure bliss and what every player (no matter what level you play) enjoy and seek this peak of lusciousness!!! Consider yourself lucky and relish in it for as long as it last. What you do in that short period of time is irreplaceable and more importantly... memorable. These are the times when you will make shot you never dreamt of making... Position is a joke and ball pocketing is not even a doubt no matter how hard that shot is. Everyday I wish this could happen but it doesnt... Just reality. Im jealous in a sense because im on my couch right now and not trying to get there myself :lol:
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The zone is what hooks us...
It starts with the first well struck shot you shoot where everything matches the visualization you had before you pulled the trigger....
From those first brief glimpses of perfection a player is born. We spend the rest of our days trying to capture that same lightning in the bottle... But after awhile just one shot here or there isn't enough...
We begin the chase in earnest... We put in the time and work and if we are blessed with a talent for the game we start staying in the zone for longer and longer periods...
We begin to spend hours in the zone.... Nothing else exists but the game... The click of the balls colliding the cueball rolling into exact position... Nothing else ever existed... It's almost like time itself stops... We merely imagine and in the zone our imagination becomes reality....
And then it's gone... I spent 1 glorious month in the zone in 1995... It was there every day when I went to the table waiting on my return... Life got in the way and a personal issue rose up and kept me from the table for several days... When I returned it was gone....
I wanted it back but the harder I tried the more elusive it became... I would find it for a night or 3 here or there but it would no longer wait for me.. It was if it had not forgotten my abandonment....
I tore down and rebuilt my stroke over and over... Trying to remember... Trying to find what was lost... Years passed until the memory of the month began to be sooo far in the rear view mirror that I laid my cues down resigned to the fact that it had all been a fluke...
When I came back I had a new friend... Jaeger can cure just about anything... It was especially great at curing my chances of finding the zone for more than a night.... cured that among other things...
I played like that for several years.... More than I would like to admit... I think it was an issue of self medicating.... If I couldn't play like I knew I could I could always order another shot and just not care... Vicious cycle....
14 years had passed in 2009... I no longer expected to find the zone for more than a night here or there but something happened... I had 2 hours every day before picking up my non-biological son from daycare after his mother and I split and they moved out...
It wasn't his fault we hadn't worked out and she worked late so I would keep him until she got off... It was summer and the pool room offered A/C and was 5 minutes from where I had to pick him up.... You can't pick up your kid all Jaegered up so for 3 solid months I practiced 2 hours a day on the Natch before picking him up....
At the end of the 3 months I hit the zone like Usain Bolt hits the finish line in a 100 yard dash... And it waited this time... Every day it was waiting on me... I spent 6 amazing weeks where I could step into the zone on command..... Then it was gone again.... A trip to the US Open and making up for missed work when I got back kept me from the table....
This time I am content... I know what it will take to get back there... I know that it was and will always be up to me... I can't say when I will be able to devote the time again but I look forward to it.....
Until then,
Chris
It starts with the first well struck shot you shoot where everything matches the visualization you had before you pulled the trigger....
From those first brief glimpses of perfection a player is born. We spend the rest of our days trying to capture that same lightning in the bottle... But after awhile just one shot here or there isn't enough...
We begin the chase in earnest... We put in the time and work and if we are blessed with a talent for the game we start staying in the zone for longer and longer periods...
We begin to spend hours in the zone.... Nothing else exists but the game... The click of the balls colliding the cueball rolling into exact position... Nothing else ever existed... It's almost like time itself stops... We merely imagine and in the zone our imagination becomes reality....
And then it's gone... I spent 1 glorious month in the zone in 1995... It was there every day when I went to the table waiting on my return... Life got in the way and a personal issue rose up and kept me from the table for several days... When I returned it was gone....
I wanted it back but the harder I tried the more elusive it became... I would find it for a night or 3 here or there but it would no longer wait for me.. It was if it had not forgotten my abandonment....
I tore down and rebuilt my stroke over and over... Trying to remember... Trying to find what was lost... Years passed until the memory of the month began to be sooo far in the rear view mirror that I laid my cues down resigned to the fact that it had all been a fluke...
When I came back I had a new friend... Jaeger can cure just about anything... It was especially great at curing my chances of finding the zone for more than a night.... cured that among other things...
I played like that for several years.... More than I would like to admit... I think it was an issue of self medicating.... If I couldn't play like I knew I could I could always order another shot and just not care... Vicious cycle....
14 years had passed in 2009... I no longer expected to find the zone for more than a night here or there but something happened... I had 2 hours every day before picking up my non-biological son from daycare after his mother and I split and they moved out...
It wasn't his fault we hadn't worked out and she worked late so I would keep him until she got off... It was summer and the pool room offered A/C and was 5 minutes from where I had to pick him up.... You can't pick up your kid all Jaegered up so for 3 solid months I practiced 2 hours a day on the Natch before picking him up....
At the end of the 3 months I hit the zone like Usain Bolt hits the finish line in a 100 yard dash... And it waited this time... Every day it was waiting on me... I spent 6 amazing weeks where I could step into the zone on command..... Then it was gone again.... A trip to the US Open and making up for missed work when I got back kept me from the table....
This time I am content... I know what it will take to get back there... I know that it was and will always be up to me... I can't say when I will be able to devote the time again but I look forward to it.....
Until then,
Chris
maybe you are right as my best nightcame in Aurora years ago, about 1983 or 84.
i was playing a guy on the BB 9 ball for $400 a game. He raised it to $800 and something happened I 'll never be able to explain. I won 17 straight games and honestly thought it was lkie 3-4-5 games. I ended up winning $19,000 and felt like I had won the world.
Everytime I watch the Hustler I am reminded of that night when Eddie says,"When I'm goin, I maean rally goin, you don't have to look, you just know"!
That has not happened recently or in many years. I think too much now>
You think your oxygen deprived? Try it up here LOL. When I get down to Denver I only breath about every 15 minutes
