Practice practice practice

Precision Striking:
Just watched John Higgins in the case game for the early session of the Irish. Playing Allen the home town youngster.
Higgins telegraphs with his brows where his eyes are.
The precision he is capable of is demonstrated in the closing of the frame. With the score 4-3 Allen, I returned to listen after a false alarm (on the part of the guard dogs). The situation was approaching stalemate with uh maybe 3 reds and Allen had relinquished the table on frame ball. High drama indeed.
I can appreciate and approach with my best precision, which I can only attain with the last focus on the collision between tip and cue ball.
Sunday Sermon Complete. 😉
 
Commentary after the morning session.
O'Sullivan says what Higgins did was Magical. The Wizard' art starts at about 2:50. Picking up the game at the point I first started viewing. Stalemate was in the mix when he takes the first shot.
The second session starts at quarter till. (15 minutes now.) I am watching on Matchroom and it figures to be worth admission.
 
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Billiards As It Should Be Played
 
First Session between Higgins and Allen. The camera work is so good, it's worth examining the fine details of the mechanics, timing and focus. The good part comes at the 26:05 mark. The beginning of the 8th frame. When they get down to the last 3 reds note the position of the colors and then admire the work of the Wizard'.
 
gregcantrall, Howdy;

Have been following your ramblings and thoughts. Interesting and give me something
to ponder.

Where are you watching this match?

hank
 
gc, Howdy;

takes a moment or two for the ear to sort out the accents but then good to go.
Again, thanks.

hank
 
Ramblin' Rose;
Why he rambles.....no one knows.
1969, when muscle cars were the preferred ride. A friend in highschool was gifted a Rambler by parents. Eeeew...... but it had a rer seat that laid out to a bed!!!!!
Oh yeah my pool related ramblin'is regarding the jump shot I hit in the nationals team account.
We had warmed up on the table prior to the match. It was scrimmage with a team mate. I came to a situation where my 6 was in the jaws of the pocket. Bad, no seaming insurmountable news. The 8 ball was in the jaws with it only about a half inch deeper. A situation that in my experience can only arrise on the 7 foot Diamond. Oh those deep shelves and tight pockets. The throat is not wide enough to at the slate edge, to pass 2 balls. My first thought was just rake 'em and restart. My other brain said Whoa big fella, this is warm up to get ready . So just play to it as if it does fit and hit it hard to see what happens. I was in dead punch and played the cue ball to bih position. Hit it perfectly and all 3 balls came straight back to me!!!
Feeling the same way when I was given the length of the table easy jump on the Hanging 7. It was right where the 8 had been but a little deeper uh 1/8 inch hanger. My 8 was at that end so I calculated that if I aimed for the
 
Aimed to strike the 7 and point at the same time. Figured that gave me the best chance to keep the cue ball at that end. A light variation either way should be doable on the 8. Hit it Too good. And the pocket swallowing both. My muttered words as I left the table, "a millionth of an inch".
 
Pace and intimidation:
I remember times when I felt intimidation. I tried to play at the speed of the champion I was playing. Doesn't end well for me.

Once I allow myself to take the time necessary at each step. Sometimes the footings are difficult, sometimes the strategy is difficult. Once I have cleared those two hurdles, I must remember that the signal needs a little more time to get to the new trigger finger. The significant ring finger.

When I started shooting left handed it was, uh what's the scitzo thing. Now by giving my ring fingers a vote, I have even more voices in my head. 😉
 
gc. Howdy;

yup, to many voices are akin to an abundance of cooks. to many spoils the ... whatever.

hank
 
Sunday Sermon (I guess):
When I purchased my now legal ;) pot, the question was "medical or recreational?". My reply is Religious.
Ok where was I going? Oh yes...my religion... Uh yes but no affiliation.
Warning this story can cause distress in the sensetive. Will give a pre-ramble to give the sensitive time to bail. 😉
The first time I figured I might need religion, was on a bad acid trip into Reno. I thought Reno had been nuked as we were entering town. My first thought was, "Oh my God!!!" Then I realized, I didn't have a god. Well since I have been striving to coordinate with "My Gawd" .
I have found that My Gawd has a sense of humor and has some surprising ways of sending messages. I learned to be careful what I ask for recalling all the Genie jokes.
Sensitive bail point:
My closest friend, (Ferg) was killed riding a motorcycle. I was burning manzanita that night in a bon- fire. I was struggling and raised my hands to the sky and stars and asked, " WHY?" As if in response a shooting star passed between my thumb and forefinger following my heart line in the palm. Considering the odds.... I took it as an answer. Then a week later I was spending time with his fiance for the first time. It was midnight and we were sitting in a tree. I related the story to her. When I raised my hands to demonstrate to her how the shoot ing star had passed...It did it again. At the angle that it was the same view for both of us. Right down my heart line.Again.
 
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Yippee Sunday is Chalk Day. Remember when 9 Ball Billy said? "that's not a pumphandle stroke! He's playing the violin." Let's see if I can make some sweet music.😉
 
Down for maintenance:
It's my birthday and I wish the world a happy day.
Any further posted on this day, is strictly background noise. Sometimes circuits become shorted during maintenance.
Tai Chi is a part of my morning practice.
 
The Frog would be my favorite posture. Possibly karma from all the frogs I killed as a young train E for another WWII.
When I go into battle on the pool table I try to maintain the ability to launch. That is the slight forward incline of the rear leg that Barry Stark likes.(IMHO)
 
A young Asian train E said,"you need shirt with Tiger on front and Rabbit on back." I considered that a compliment! (Uh I guess)
I like the challenge of walking into an unknown in my next opponent. In highschool Coach McHargue would stop me in the hall on game day and remind me, "their middle guard weighs 190. Think about it." I was 5'10" and 155, playing center/linebacker (never left the field on close games). The big middle guards were easy. 210 ment he had soft padding. My toughest battle was the middle guard that weighed 170. He was just mean! So yes it ain't the size of the dog in the fight it's the size of the fight in the dog.
 
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