Just heard my local room owner complain that he sucked one night because "people keep playing this rap sh*t". I thought that was classic. Or he complains that he missed a shot because the night before he caught some kids sitting on the table in the same corner he missed in, but the next night it will be a different corner. Don't have the heart to tell him that he just sucks.
room temp affects me greatly. if it's hot enough for me to sweat, I start to have headaches. I shoot poorly when I have a headache. 60 degrees or cooler is my best shooting temp.
I've been in some rooms that open up the windows and doors to save on a/c. when it's raining and they do this, the humidity makes the balls roll s--l--o--w--l--y......, I pack my bag and leave. 'nuff said.
a guy who's gone now always complained that he brought the wrong glasses; My reply was: be happy you can afford two pair....lol.
It happened again last night. I was warming up with a guy before a tourney and all of sudden he stops shooting, looks at me and starts to explain how he was short-handed at work which is why he was so tired and shouldn't even be here. This was without me asking him anything at all! I guess he wanted to let me know why he was missing easy shots...
People are...interesting.
The one I use is "but I LIKE going through the losers side" ;-)
The best one I had is an APA player I beat, he spent 20 minutes then and the next week explaining how he gave the games away, he is a 6 and really good, I just played bad that week. He did beat this the past tournament but I was tired and my glasses were dirty. Yea that was it.
My excuse is always "I lost my game in here somewhere, if you find it lying on the floor please let me know".
It's not so much of an excuse but a way to keep things lite when my focus isn't there. Lack of sleep or being hungover is not the reason I'm not playing well, it's lack of focus for one reason or another.
Sometimes that kind of thing can start as a joke and become a habit. I'm a trumpet player and I got into the habit of turning the horn around and theatrically looking into the bell whenever I made an obvious mistake or cracked a note, as if there was some problem in there. I got to where I didn't even think about it.