This is a tale that I'm not exactly proud to tell, but it's the truth. Nights where I have put together 4 or more racks in concession are few and far between. But one night back in 2001, I came home and discovered a hand written love letter that my wife at the time had written and intended to give to her lover at the time. She made the stupid mistake of leaving the house in a hurry and forgetting the letter on the coffee table where I found it. I knew who the guy was, and knew exactly where they most likely would be at the moment, so I immediately jumped in the car on my way to confront the two of them. When I found the two of them, I literally dragged his 130 pound puny ass out into the parking lot and proceeded to beat him until I actually became afraid that I might have gone too far. I then told my wife to get her ass home where she could start packing her stuff, and that I'd be on my way to shoot some pool, and she had better be gone by the time I got home.
When I arrived at the pool club, I was in a daze, but a buddy of mine wanted to match up for some small money in a race to 9. I won the lag, pulled out my Gilbert break/jump and ran a 5 pack right from the go. Came up dry on the 6th break, but after a missed one ball by my friend, I started from the one and got out the back door. A FIVE AND A HALF PACK!! And all of it without taking my playing cue out of the case.
I was pissed, hurt, sad, pumped up, and playing good pool was the last thing on my mind. I once heard a commenter on a one pocket video say something to the effect of "someone has to take the key out of his back" when the player that won continued to pocket balls because he wasn't aware of the ball count. That's where I was that night. I wasn't even there, and didn't know I had run out until my friend said something like "wow, 3 in a row!" after the 3rd rack.
Sad to say, but the best pool I've ever played in my life came on the same night that I could consider to be one of the lowest points of my life.
dave
By the way, there is a very happy ending to this story (my avatar) so no warm fuzzies needed.