Well, as the subject line eludes to, I've never been so close to smashing my cue to pieces from pure frustration.
With some persuasions, yesterday I reluctantly entered a straight pool league. The reason given was that it would improve my 8-ball game. I started playing 6 p.m. and wasn't done until well past 1 a.m. -- the last match lasted 4 hours. Since I have some compulsive tendencies (that also include pool) I can easily play for 12 hours straight without breaking a sweat -- but not straight pool with some sloooooooow playing opponents. I'm too restless.
Besides, all this reminds me of a dreadful period in my childhood when our pool club forced us kids to play 3-cushion "to get better at pool." I wonder if it's just me who have this impatient mindset?
By the way, of course I lost... big time.
-- peer
With some persuasions, yesterday I reluctantly entered a straight pool league. The reason given was that it would improve my 8-ball game. I started playing 6 p.m. and wasn't done until well past 1 a.m. -- the last match lasted 4 hours. Since I have some compulsive tendencies (that also include pool) I can easily play for 12 hours straight without breaking a sweat -- but not straight pool with some sloooooooow playing opponents. I'm too restless.
Besides, all this reminds me of a dreadful period in my childhood when our pool club forced us kids to play 3-cushion "to get better at pool." I wonder if it's just me who have this impatient mindset?
By the way, of course I lost... big time.
-- peer