Safety is more appreciated in casual 9/10 ball here, and 3-fouling someone is treated favourably. But taking an early combo is not. Strange attitude difference. Win is a win. Play to win, or don't play... I will take bothReading through, I find I think along the same lines as boogieman. My biggest issue is the way some players will really melt down if they are 3 fouled out of a game. I have been cussed out, called a weak/scared player, and other sweet nothings over this, especially in the weekly low entry fee tournaments I normally play in.
I have an issue with their anger in that #1, the rule a part of the game in my mind, #2 Why are you blaming me that you can't get out of a safety shot time after time?, and #3 is when a 2 way shot or straight safety shot is played in a game like 1pkt, you get told that it was a nice shot that you could tie up the cue ball that well.
I am not changing my strategy of going for the 3 fouls if it means I win, but I don't go into a game looking to do it instead of trying to win via a run out or 9/10 ball combo. Is there something I am missing that offense is valued that much over whole game strategic thinking?
Good grief, I know this guy!
One reason I persist with headphones... I actually played the language card for awhile myself to be honest, and pretended I didn't understand him jabbering on and on, which just made his gesticulations and body language far too much to handle. He was quite taken aback when I told him to 闭嘴 别说话了 - shut up and stop talking. That did only feed the beast, and he made a lot of efforts to play me more for a couple of weeks.Except my guy prefers nine ball. Nothing but safes. He once told me that if he makes a ball other than the nine ball it was likely in error…
And the snarky little sharky comments never stop.
I am so sorry for your loss, you could have done many more productive things with that time in your life, instead you are an hour closer to death. I completely feel your pain.I seem to always draw the bastard in tournaments. Last time was 8 ball (unusual for him) short races. Five on each side. Our match took one hour and 52 minutes and I won 5/2. I'm not a slow player, but I was only able to break and run once and he just tied everything up every other time when he got to the table… almost 2 hours for seven freaking games of eight ball.![]()
I've lost to this guy a few times, I've quit on him a couple of times too. I'd rather make up some reason I need to go home than finish a set against the guy sometimes... I'm comfortably up on him in general. Just hate playing him. Know that It would get too spicy playing for money. I took great joy in pinning him 7-1 in a tournament that was a 'members only' tourney at my hall.I've never lost to him, which seems to slow him down even more. I would rather have a tooth drilled than play him in pool...
I'd probably take different match-ups if real gambling was legal. Short of the light fee or petty cash, action is hard to come by. I'd have had some different experiences, and probably much harder lessons by now if things were different (I've still certainly learned a lot about my limits, and detailed a few experiences here in other threads. Won and lost a fair bit of $, but not nearly as much as if I'd been elsewhere)playing for money eliminates most of those problems. when you can quit someone, they act reasonable.
Face matters here, and sometimes, that's what's at stake here. Social Hierarchy. How others treat or perceive you in the social community is like part of the deal. I've earned perks like a place to play for free, countless free beers, social connections that can influence how you live your life (A good real estate agent, someone who owns a mansion you can stay at instead of a hotel when traveling, someone to buy/sell from etc etc).The are only two people i have played in my life after growing up to be driving age, that i have not played for money.
you dont bet, i dont play.
Boogie is a dirty dawg! Lolol. My second match last time in Vegas for APA. Playing 8 ball. Full table length carom 6 from the headstring, off the 8 ball sitting under the spot, and into the corner. Yes off the money ball and shot hard cause there were clusters and had to be hit hard for correct angle to the corner. Next shot bank carom to the side. Followed by another crazy shot thinking carom but don’t remember after first two. Regardless I played like a champ that match and beat my opponent 5-1 in like 5 innings. Definitely must have looked like luck to the other guy in that particular rack, but its what I was going for.I'm not that good either but I take great joy into banking, then caroming 3 shots in a row and make it appear to be sloppy luck. Sometimes I just get on a roll and shoot my gut feeling no matter how stupid it is percentage wise. It's the most wild thing but the difference is I'm not concerned about percentages and just get in the zone and on a roll. I start seeing shots.
Sometimes when you don't play by the book, like caroming, doing a 2 way shot, 2 ways appearing to hit harder than needed (but it's all about where you're putting the CB in a safe spot), 2 ways giving a cross bank off another ball a chance, running into a ball solidly to stop the CB, pushing extra balls around a bit (with control) and such shenanigans, really burns the ass of a certain type of good player. Some make such faces you can tell they are absolutely disgusted their opponent isn't playing by the book and still getting out. Some will start to consider luck.
I don't like to give too much info to my opponent and will often try to keep a poker face. I've seen someone miss an easy shot because I overran a safety and didn't react like it was a mistake. They later said they got distracted and were trying to figure out if I was setting up a trap or something because it looked like I meant to do it.The easiest way to do this is stay down on the ball and watch it stop and get up without making some kind of tell. Let them play through the scenarios in their own head, that's less concentration on the game at hand.
Some thrive on opponents displaying weakness, some thrive on seeing cockiness (I'll get that guy), or a skilled opponent, letting them be an underdog in their own mind. Give them nothing and let their imaginations run wild. Cognitive dissonance can be a powerful distraction if you don't confirm or deny their suspicions either way.
Don't let anyone tell you that this stuff doesn't go on all the time in pool. I'm not talking sharking or poor sportsmanship either, we see those clowns nightly, but there is a certain level of gamesmanship that goes on even in unspoken moments. Some times those guys you can't seem to beat or play your best against just don't give enough tells (or only give them when appropriate for bait) and it's enough to put you on tilt. I know it's happened to me and I've seen it happen to my opponent.
So I mean, if you're having problems with certain people, maybe do a little people watching while they play someone else and see if you can pick up on anything. Someone has to win and someone has to lose, at least if you figure out how to be nonplussed by that particular opponent the odds are better.
Ok. lol. This should probably read: Vet your fish.I vet all my fish.
Couldn't agree with you more.Just be yourself is my motto. take everyone for what they are and realize everyone thinks differently about things.
I did the same but just edited it. Was talking like Efren is dead and gone or that’s what my original Efren reference post kinda looked like……Ok. lol. This should probably read: Vet your fish.
Magician era Efren, the guy was on massive headroom. He had very low dog in the first place and few even offered any resistance. Some of the biggies figured him out but that's why they were biggies. It's still amazing how he climbed through the takers.I did the same but just edited it. Was talking like Efren is dead and gone or that’s what my original Efren reference post kinda looked like……![]()
To me, pool is like boxing….if you don’t consider your opponent, get used to looking at the bright lights.pool is like golf when its your turn, you are just playing against your self. the opponent isnt even right there and isnt talking to you.
You take that nurdle shit elsewhere.There is an older guy I play (less and less regularly thanks to a conscious choice to prioritize sanity)
Poor breaker, who will only play Chinese/American mix 8-ball and relies on knotting up balls, plays pathetic nudges and nurdles, all while turning down valid shots. Plays slower than death and drags you down to his level. Also he's an absolute shark, who plays the language barrier card to a ridiculous extent (making up whatever rules he wants that only apply when he sees fit). Very loud, obnoxious small man syndrome type. I absolutely batter some of the people who regularly beat him. But he has a better record against me than I would like.
You have to watch him like a hawk, as he will not admit fouls. Ever. Period. - I matched up in a scotch doubles match with an American friend, and we played against him and another guy I play with often. He potted the black, while contacting the 14 with his cue, and when I called him on it, he blew up. I told him if he wanted the win he could take it, but we all saw him touch it. His OTT reaction was funny as hell. I love when tiny people try to be intimidating. Anyway, his team mate quit on him. Brought me smug satisfaction to see the little monster feeling awkward lol
I do beat him quite often, and luckily so far when it has counted. But he certainly knows how to rub me up the wrong way, and takes great pleasure in doing so. When he's up in a set, you'd think he was 100 racks to zero the way he carries himself. When he loses, he's a personally aggressive and vindictive tit. I know I can have the odd temperament issue, but cursing myself and a table tap, isn't the same as telling your opponent to go fuck their mother lol
I would never purposefully match up with him for any amount of money.
On a less sour note... There is a friend of mine who absolutely has my number. I'd say I'm sitting above him in terms of regular standard and opponents defeated, but when we play together, It's a real workout for me and I always trip myself up somewhere. All that said, he's been playing 15 years longer than me.
Both situations make me feel differing versions of psychological discomfort. Like a consignment to a bad time, or a loss.