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Joe T

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Well I promised a book and that motivation helped keep me focused all week so here it is. I apologize for the length but I'm just a wordy sum *****.

How to Prepare for a Tournament in 5 Days
After a 6 Month Lay Off!
By Joe "Mr Mom" Tucker


Monday,
6:30am, Coffee, SSS
7:30 Cook breakfast, pack lunches, get kids dressed
8:15 first bus stop
8:40 2nd bus stop
8:50 2nd Coffee and clean like a maniac with Accu Stats playing in the background.
Kids were off for 3 days, house is trashed! On and off az whenever I’m in the bedroom.
10:30 Hit first balls in a while, 20 shots with 3rd Eye, 20 without. Good news only 2 misses. Next, not only because the break is so important but because if you’re breaking good, you’re rhythm is usually good, get out the BreakRak for 30 minutes and start trying to squat your rock.
11:30 1st son is back from school (what already) make him and you a snack Mental note, eat a little more all week, take vitamins and drink protein mix, gonna need extra reserve energy to make it thru a 2 day event without eating much.
12 noon Joshua’s therapist shows up for his 12-2:45 session, my son Joshua is Autistic and goes to school 2 ½ hrs per day and then get two 3hrs therapy sessions at home, poor kid has to work his butt off everyday. He’s autistic but at the higher functioning level and is a definite blessing that keeps us all on our toes. Some parents of autistic children have it sooo tough and that’s why we feel a little unlucky but very fortunate at the same time.
12:30 I go run errands,
post office to mail out 300 envelopes I labeled, stamped and stuffed over the weekend, bank, D&D and partners house to drop off new 3rd Eyes.
2-2:45 hit balls just running out.
3 back to the bus stop and in the house make sandwiches for kids and me (while Accu stats plays in the background.
3:30 Joshua’s second therapy session ends at 6:30
4 O’clock guess what it’s my Monday for playdate, play skippo and uno with the kids for an hour so they won’t kill each other with lightsabers!
5 get them coloring and sneak to hit some balls.
6 Bathtime with Josh and his therapist
6:30 cook dinner, I’m not a cook so it’s burgers and corn
7:30 az, email replies, process orders if there is any?
8:30 attempt aiming workout but Josh has other ideas of pulling out everything from under the pool table to build some kind of fort and gets very upset with me. Horrible practice for an hour but the extra distractions should definitely help my attitude!
9:30 clean up a little, get the kids to bed, cookies, milk and a little Monday night football, I was out by 11!
+ Phone conversations all day in between.


Tuesday;
6:30-9 same old, same old, SSS, kids fed, dressed and shipped
House ain’t too bad today so we break out the old Chalk & Cue vest given to me by Sherri of chalk and cue magazine that I like to wear while playing and the MP3 player, I haven’t worn either for 6 months so I want to make sure I’m comfortable with both for the weekend. Practice from 9-11:30 20/20 3rd Eye on and off, Aiming Workout (express version) then 11-11:30 get out the breakrak and work on the break, rhythm, aim and staying straight. First 20 breaks with the 3rd Eye then some without.
11:30 Son #1 bus, snack and play
12 Therapy starts, errands are run, PO, Bank, Laundry (dropped off) Show me a pool player that doesn’t go for the old wash, dry and fold and I show you a candidate for sainthood.
1:30-3 hit balls, just practicing running out, 15 ball rotation,
3 Son # 2 bus stop, make sandwiches,
3:30 Monthly cluster meeting for Joshua with all the therapists and admin, can’t stay but Beck is there, have to bring son #2 Joey to karate class 4:15-5:45, while he’s taking class I’m in the truck visualizing.
6 Chinese dinner, computer work, hit a few balls, homework, playtime and Pokers main event finals, out at 11!

Wednesday
6:30 you know the drill
9-10 house cleaning
10-11:30 3rd Eye, ½ Aiming Workout
11:30 Joshua, 12 Therapy and I break out some of my matches that were filmed last year to see that I can actually run out and try to remember how I felt (mentally)
1:30 drop off paperwork at Joshua’s school for his IEP meeting that Becky is taking care of so I don’t have to be there, Pick up laundry, hit balls 2:30-3 and watch a little more of ME.
3:00 Son #2 bus stop, sandwiches, watch ME, a little computer work. Have to order more DVDs for 3rd Eye and Aiming Workout
4:10 leave for karate, 4:30-5:15 while Joey is taking class I’m in truck visualizing how to approach this weekend.
The biggest problem is that I’ll probably know more people there than anyone and have different relationships with all of them, friends, students, sponsors, partners, enemies, well not enemies, just some players that enjoy a little too much gamesmanship (and it seems to come out every time I get the lead on one of them). And a lot of locals that I haven’t seen in a while, some that genuinely would like to see me play well and some just pretending they would like to see me play well.
The question is “How do I want to socialize and what kind of mindset will be best?”
Answer, socializing by listening a lot and not talking a lot. And play? Well everyone gets my respect and everyone gets a Smooth, very connected (ball to ball) Joe Tucker, must SEE and FEEL each shot as clearly as possible prior to shooting it. I’m going to focus on not making early mistakes in an attempt to get the lead in every match by playing a few more safeties than usual, focusing on my speed control to stay in line as much as possible as not to give away any easy racks or racks that are suppose to be mine. And I may really go out in what appears my nutty world where I don’t mind doing a little extra stretching or exercising, I’ll have the headphones so I’ll probably do more singing to myself than talking to myself. High priority thought, MUST KEEP THE BLOOD FLOWING AND HANDS WARM. IF HANDS GET COLD, THE BLOOD IS NOT FLOWING, FIX THIS WITH BREATHING AND PUSHUPS IF NECASSERY.
5:15 Watch a little karate, Joey is doing very well but now he has much more to learn and practice.
6:00 cooking dinner, Becks home so she is doing bathtime with Josh and his therapist.
7:00 playing with kids, no ball hitting tonight, house is getting a little trashed. I go food shopping which is now viewed as a little escape time.
Home kids to bed, Becky is working on Class prep, she recently secured a job teaching massage therapy everyday 7:30-12:30 and they have simply tossed her in to the wolves without much help for preparation, She is also working at different hospitals as their massage therapist and trying to build up her own clientele at the same time so I have to let her do her thing.

Thursday; 6:30 keep the morning smooth but Josh is very cranky today but we pull it off.
9 Put away laundry, emails, clean house, update this journal and not worry about hitting balls this morning, we’ll do that from 12-2:30.
12:30-2:30 15 ball rotation, slowly, trying to get a real good feel for my cue ball paths. Repeating shots that I make mistakes on till I get it right
3pm Bus stop, sandwiches, watch Accu Stat with the Miz doing a player review while he played and beat a very good player by the name of Earl something.
4:15-5:30 Karate for Joey and visualization for daddy.
Beck is home tonight so I sneak out to Snookers where the tournament will be from about 7-10. This place has been home to me for about 15 years but they have now totally remodeled it and replaced the entire staff and I feel like a fish out of water. This place sponsors me and nobody even knows me. What do you mean you don’t pay for practice time the girl asks? Well at least the new manager knows me and rescues me from the dreaded counter chick.
Now to try and get the feel for the new place and the new cloth (it’s tan cloth now)
Practice doesn’t go to well, 3 or 4 people congregate over to my table and one just sits there complaining (for almost 2 hrs!!!) that our pool room is more like a nightclub now, how long he had to wait for his coffee, how expensive everything is, bla, bla, bla. At least I know what the tables feel like and have 1 more day to visualize it.

Friday morning I feel terrible, went to sleep a little later than usual, threw me off the usually schedule and I’m beat and figure I better rest as much as possible today so I don’t hit balls, I clean the house, take care of business online, run some errands and in the afternoon I sneak in an hour in the bathtub! I’m a definite bath, whirlpool or sauna person, dieing to go to Japan!
Later in the day I visualize during the karate class, playing on the new tan cloth, practice my mind set, go home and just take it easy, hit a few balls and just throw in the towel and get to bed early.

I have to break this into 2 posts because it's way too lonnggg. So I'll be the first to reply with chapter 2, Gameday.
 

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Game day!
I have several advantages, #1 the room is only 15 minutes from my house #2 I’m now use to waking up early and this gives me the opportunity to hit balls for about 2hrs at HOME before I have to leave.

Checklist;
Vitamins
Coffee mug cuz they’re now serving coffee in what seems to be really thick shot glasses.
(hate to say anything negative about my sponsor’s room but I’m a diehard coffee drinker and those cups don’t last 5 minutes)
MP3 Players with batteries
Cashews, protein bars and sweet bread to snack on, cuz I hate to eat anything of any real substance at tournaments.
Bank, Dunkin Donuts, at the pool room for 11:30, hit balls in the back with Karen and Julie, always a pleasure to see these 2 but while hitting balls every shot feels like and adventure and I’m feeling a tad bit self-conscious.
Calcutta and players meeting is going on and I guess the only guy in the building that doesn’t know I haven’t competed for 6 months buys me for 100 and silly me knowing it’s a bad bet takes half.
First round of matches called, didn’t hear my name so I’m out back on the new Snookers Smoking Deck, nice feature, sure beats the hell out going up and down those stairs.
I hear my match called, it doesn’t matter who it is because no matter who it is I have some kind of personal relationship or history with them (I really don’t like this and often wish I could move somewhere and pretend I was a deaf mute) anyways it’s Mike Zuglan and we’re schedule in the back. It’s an okay set, in the middle I miss my first real makeable ball that causes a little pain in the old belly. He gets the lead 7-5 plays safe but the cue ball leaks a little, I play safe and end up winning that game then I snap the 9 for 7-7. Next rack I make a ball on the break play a carom on the 9 and safe on the 1, don’t make the 9 but get safe and win that rack, then I break and run out for a 9-7 win. I didn’t realize it but Mike told me at the end from 7-5 him, he only got to kick twice. Careful reminder, you never know which shot could be your last.
I still haven’t looked at the chart, usually I really don’t care if I look at it or not but this time I figure if I don’t look it’ll be one less thing to think about and the only thing I want to think about, is to win, not what 2nd pays or 5th 6th pays, I don’t want to know anything about the money or who’s in my bracket. 2nd match,
They throw me to the wolves on table #1 and some nerves kick in (oh yeah, I’m wearing headphones but the volume won’t work, it won’t go up and I can barely hear my music. I have a back up MP3 but I don’t have the triple A batteries for it! Gonna have to face the music, with no music!) I play okay and get the lead, should have been I think 4-0 and I screwed up and I think my opponent, Jason Michas won that game and broke and ran 2 more to tie it up. I don’t remember much after that except I stayed pretty focused with the mindset that I don’t have to play great I just have to capitalize on what ever opportunities I get and that got me thru that one. Oh wait just remembered dogging the 8 ball to win that match, I don’t remember what Jason had but I had a fairly easy 8 ball for the win and I hit it with a little soft give up stroke, mentally I thought I did everything right prior to the shot but it was like a soft draw to the rail and out and I just kind let up on it and missed it. The good news is I didn’t let the outcome of any shots, good or bad effect me all weekend, I simple waited or shot the next one as if nothing had ever happened, my attitude was about as good as mine gets.

Next match and I’m not thinking about who am I gonna play, not looking at the chart and not worrying about how long in between matches I have to wait. You’ll play, when you’ll play. Do you have someplace to be? If so, go, if not, relax and enjoy the day as best possible.

I get lucky in my next match because I’m playing Jay Stevens and he’s a player I have a lot of respect for, I like his game, very quick, confident and plays with a lot of feel and I’ve probably bought him in more Calcutta’s than anybody else. Anyways Jay plays the worst match I’ve ever seen him play, so bad I have to focus extra that it doesn’t make me play that bad but I do end up making some pretty bad mistakes. The only highlight of this match was that I had to play safe (had to play safe, I was frozen to the 9, other wise I shoot at just about anything when it comes to the 9) on the game winning 9 but there was no safe, I had to either leave him a cut all the way up the side rail or try to leave him an off angled cross side bank. I left the bank he missed it short and left the cue ball a little off the end rail and the 9 a little past the side and it was dead straight in the corner. It seemed like a mile long shot at the time and since my invention of the 3rd Eye I often shark myself by thinking I’m always suppose to make these because I’m the inventor guy. Well I catch those thoughts, tell’em to shut the hell up, feel the stroke and shoot the shot as best you can. I make it, it feels great. I hit it and drew it back about 6 inches with no accidental side spin!

Somewhere around 8 o’clock they call what I know has to be my last match, all day I didn’t know if I got a bye or not but kept telling myself to just win 4 matches on the winners side today and I’ll be all set for the dreaded Saturday! Saturdays are tougher for me than Sundays, I love Sundays.
I’m playing another Boston young gun, where do these kids keep coming from? Joey Duprius (not sure on the spelling, sorry Joe) we both make mistakes at the beginning and I come out with the best of it and finish the rest of the set playing well and feeling good that I now get to go home, eat like a pig and get to sleep before 12.

Ut oh, still too long!!! chapter 3 Sunday in the next reply.
 
Sunday, up and at’em. Both of my tips were pretty well worn so I asked Mike Webb who was set up at the event on Saturday (doing a great job as usual) to put on one these Morri tips that our fellow azer Nippon had given me at the U.S. Open. Mike looked at me like I head 3 heads, he’s been putting pressed triangles on my sticks for years and couldn’t believe I wanted to do this. I said if I don’t like it we’ll just go back. I have the other shaft. So Saturday I played with my worn down tip and Sunday morning at home I started hitting balls with the Morri and I kind of liked it. It felt a little more secure, with the worn down triangle I felt many shots that were almost gonna miscue, with this new morri I felt like I was grabbing the cue ball a little more so I decided to use it for Sunday, sometimes something new or different can make you feel good or just be enough of a distraction to block out some unwanted thoughts.
Dunkin Donuts and triple A batteries, not gonna get caught naked again.

First match 12:00 with Dave Fernandez and I really can’t recall much of it except it was on table #1 And the feeling that we both played a little sub par at the beginning but finished okay, I have no clue what the score was.

Now I thought I was skipping the next round which was correct but thought I would be playing in the following round so I went to unpack near the table I would be on and found out I wouldn’t be playing until after this next round also, so we could keep at least 2 matches going at all times. No biggy, I went to the truck, turned my socks inside out to freshen up the feet, went for a walk outside, the air felt refreshing and I then came back in and hit 2 racks of rotation and sweat the matches.

Have to play Tommy who is a friend and has been a friend pretty much since he started playing here as kid, I’m not sure how old he is now and think he was around 15 when he started his ascent. Anyways it’s always tough playing a friend but when they’re playing as good as he is it can help to bring out the best in ya and it pretty much did in our hot seat match, once again I really can’t recall much of it and I think the reason I’m not remembering the details is because I had decided not to dwell on anything or tell stories to anyone or myself how he did that or I did this and that’s why I lost. This is a common flaw among us pool players. I won, played well and did it AGAIN, I was on the hill running out okay but positioned myself so I had to shoot the 8 while slightly jacked up over the 9 with a follow stroke and I missed it! These 2 eight balls that I missed to win matches could have easily cost me the matches and the tournament, I typically don’t do this because I know one chance to win a match might be your only chance no matter what the score is. Wait its coming back to me how I ended up winning that match. Tom played safe placing the 2 ball near the side pocket about an inch or a little less off the side rail. I could easily kick to hit it and had a few options on how to kick safe, like simply bunting the 2 ball to the end rail where he would be able to see it but probably have another opportunity to play safe so while looking over the table I noticed if I kick to make the 2 ball rail first with low left the cue ball will spin across the table and back for position on the 3 in the side (Hals special, man he hits that good) and the only 2 other balls are also easily made. So I visualize the contact point on the front of my cue ball (it was like a zero) that has to hit the 2 ball and I’m just down there feeling it, seeing it and there’s no way I’m passing up this shot, I ginned it, here it is, wei table
START( %B^4D3%Cb3H9%D[8O8%EW9T7%Im6T5%Pg1L6%W`9D9%Xf3K6%Y_7Y1%Z_4D7%[f0O3%\_9Z4%]E5D2%^]2D1%eA6b2 )END
I win and am not sure of the score but glad to have won after dogging an opportunity to close out the match.

Back out to the smoking deck while Tommy beats up on Tony Roberto pretty good, from what I’ve seen Tony and Tommy are playing as good as anyone that was there. I think Tony played and beat Frankie, Delicious and Al Lapena and I think Tommy gave Karen her first loss. Outside it was kind of just cold enough to keep you feeling crisp and clean. The one thing I couldn’t shake all day was my insides, my stomach was twisting and churning all day, I was having a tough time EATING BREAD and chasing it with water. Water, it’s worse than beer. I swear I must have been in the rest room 20 times throughout the day. My stomach was so bad I thought I might be sick, I never get that nervous, not since I was a “B” player maybe. But being out of the loop, wanting to win and not wanting to finish anywhere else and being in front of the hometown fans must have been the reasons. But I never lost it mentally, I always caught all the negative thoughts and either replaced them or told them to screw.
Now for the finals and of course all the talk of not how Joe has to win 1 set to win the tournament but how Tommy has to win 2 sets. I hate having the thoughts of a guy has to beat me 2 sets. Once I had the option to play one extended race or 2 sets and I chose the 1 extended but since that time I’ve learned to put it out of my mind and try my best to win even if it goes 2 sets.
Tommy wins the first set (no kiddin), I could have made it 8-5 which would haven given me a good chance at the set cuz I know once I get it to 8-6 I feel it’s almost even cuz of the momentum factor. Anyways it was an easy 5 ball in the side and it may have been the only shot I rushed all day, it was between a 4 and 41/2 and I never made the decision or the connection just thinking I would make it cuz it was easy, stupid, never do this folks, you may get away with it 9 out of 10 times but that one time can be very painful! Tom wins 9-4.
5 minute smoke break for both of us before the next set and that’s when I have to replace the fear of losing thoughts with “If I play great or as good as I can, I will win so lets stay focused on playing and not winning” and although I was listening to my music, that was the dominating thought that I used the entire match, no matter what happened (like caroming the 9 ball in from 9 feet away in the first rack but scratching) or what thought came to me was replaced with there is only one thing that I can do and that is to connect and feel each shot as best as I can and I’ll be okay. And that’s what happened, I got the lead 7-2, Tom won that game, broke and ran 2 more and was on his 3rd when he got a little too close to the 7 and chose to play safe, which I was thrilled about. He left me this;
START( %Gr8P3%HS3R3%IE2O6%PF1S7%QH6T3%Uq2Z2%VT2R5%W\9D3%XE5S9%Yq9N4 %Z^5C9%[r7Y6%\r7Q5%]I9U1%^r3O3%eC2b1%_N0E0%`Q6Q7%aI6T7%bH5J6 %cJ6G6%dM3D4 )END
wei table
There was 7.5 diamonds between my cue ball and the end rail so I hit 3.75 diamonds (or as close to possible after the side) on the left side rail which would make me miss the seven to the right but I applied the right spin to lengthen it and to help give me a chance to make it. The bottom was just to help hold the line and everything went better than I could have hoped for. It went in without a wiggle. While crowd enjoyed the shot I was already looking at the contact point on the 8 ball before the cue ball ever stopped rolling, cuz the kick ins are great but it’s shots like this 8 ball that are truly the tough ones! It was a backwards 1 ½ with draw, visualized it, felt it and made it to get on the hill 8-4 and then truly wanted to break and run out to end this thing and I did and it felt great winning at home.
(Sure was tough to keep my eyes off that 2nd place trophy while it was right next to us the entire match.)

Sorry for the length but after starting the journal (which I think might have helped me win) I felt I might as well cap it all of with all my thoughts during the course of the event. Thanks for being here, thanks to Mike Z and the Joss Tour and to my sponsors, Steve & Regina Goulding of Snookers Café’ & Billiards Providence RI. And last but not least my family for constantly keeping me on the right track.


Joe T
 
Dude, you are incredible as a dad and a pool player...you wore me out just reading that!

Shorty
 
JoeT,
Very entertaining. I continue to find places for your aiming system to help, and I ESPECIALLY like the way you can take an infinite number of shots and just lump them into a number like your, "it was just a backward 1 1/2." That's EXACTLY the way I've started referring to all shots - though my opponents often think I'm talking about Olympic diving. It takes the mystery and uncertainty out of awkward or uncertain shots. Less time worrying about the difficulty or strangeness of the layout; more time to get ready to pocket that freaking ball.

In my weekly game with a top pro, I missed one of those 4 1/2 foot, backward 5's. My opponent commiserated by saying, "tough shot." I replied, "nahh, just a backward 5, I should make that." The highlight of my day. My make percentage with weird shots like that has jumped astoundingly since beginning work with your aiming system - I never miss by much. Many thanks.
 
Joe,
Great post, and congratulations on your win!

Hey & BTW... nice picture with the pitchfork!

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