post up some videos bro (14.1 and 9ball)
I dont have a camera, mine bit the dust.
post up some videos bro (14.1 and 9ball)
Creedo said, “Ever have one of those moments where you realize that no matter how well you think you play pool, you're really just a big fish in a small pond? Or maybe just a fish?”
Sure all of the time. But what matters to me is that I love the game and all of its variations. I realized a long time ago that I do not have the killer instinct in sports. Sports are a form of relaxation for me and do not define me. I also know that I am not willing to put in the time and effort that is required to have exquisite control of the cue ball. Most of the other requirements for top level play are doable but my life is filled with other things that are more important. While I admire those who are world class, I’ll never be in their ranks, it simply requires more effort than I am willing to expend. And the purpose of this post is that I suspect that I am not the only one with these thoughts.
What I avoid is being the fish. I may be a recreational player, that doesn’t mean I am stupid. A man has to know his limits. Usually I find all the macho posturing amusing. I know how long my d..k is I don’t have a need to compare with others.
I realized a long time ago that I do not have the killer instinct in sports. Sports are a form of relaxation for me and do not define me. I also know that I am not willing to put in the time and effort that is required to have exquisite control of the cue ball. Most of the other requirements for top level play are doable but my life is filled with other things that are more important. While I admire those who are world class, I’ll never be in their ranks, it simply requires more effort than I am willing to expend. And the purpose of this post is that I suspect that I am not the only one with these thoughts.
Ever have one of those moments where you realize that no matter how well you think you play pool, you're really just a big fish in a small pond? Or maybe just a fish?
Do you play tournaments or gamble? where do you normally play is it a league thing or something you do with friends.
for some reason i really dig your answer here. you recognized that you love to play but accept that you're not going to be the guy in the pool hall that's on the prowl.
Anyone else get clobbered by that "I'm a total fish" realization?
Ever have one of those moments where you realize that no matter how well you think you play pool, you're really just a big fish in a small pond? Or maybe just a fish?
Mine happened today.
I was playing 10 ball with a buddy. I gotta be honest, I hate it. I recognize the skill in 9 and 10, but there are days where I feel like it's a coin flip who wins. If neither player can run out very often, it's usually one guy running 7 and the other guy cleaning up.
I wanted to illustrate this to him, because the coin kept coming up heads for him. I felt like he was getting a swollen head about it. So I had us alternate playing the ghost.
I swear to god in the first 10 racks, neither of us sunk the 3 ball. After 20ish, I had 2 outs and 1 near-out where I had to settle on the 10 and dogged it. He had 0 outs. About 80% of our games involved getting hooked on or missing the 3 ball. It feels like the layouts were just so tiresomely tricky. Getting from the 1 to the 2 involved moving around a maze of balls and a slight screw up and you either don't get on it, or get on it badly, or get half hidden by something.
I dunno, this makes me sound so much worse than I believe I am, I guess I'm wondering if I really could play THIS BAD. I don't know how you guys could possibly answer that. I expect to get out of, I dunno, half the racks in 10b with ball in hand to start. That's honestly where I thought I was at. Instead it's 10% or worse.
Maybe it's just how 10 ball is. The hard work is the first few tricky shots, and once a few balls are off the table, the lanes open up. If I got past the 5 I felt like I was out (though sometimes I wasn't... zzzz).
Anyone else get clobbered by that "I'm a total fish" realization?
Hard racks are just that. I was watching Dominges VS Morra all weekend race to 100 10Ball in the first night thy played a total of 64 games and had a combined 5 break and run out. These are two PRO's who run circles arround 99.9% of all pool players. So obviously there's more than running out skills in ten ball (or 9-Ball) if your table layouts are constantly dificult. It also speaks volme to how important the break is. If you play top flight players with excellent breaks, who make one or two balls and a nice spread (SVB) the runouts are often amaizingly simple.
Maniac - Chen plays pro level, so even A players have trouble against him!
I am in a state of being "humbled" (beat down) now. I got my first table about three months ago and figured by now I would have dead ghosts stacked all around the table. What a laugh. I started tracking my races with the ghost, 9 and 10, thirty days ago. Races to ten, I have yet to win a BIH match. I am averaging 3.3 games against the 9 and 2.6 against the 10. I have a 9' GCIII with extended sub rails and 4 1/8 corners and 4 7/8 sides and have played some every day on it aside from the ghost matches. But, now the rainbow through my tears. This past Saturday went down to the local room and played much better than in the past on matching up. Once I got used to the speed difference (it seemed really slow) I played really well. No one worshiped my game or bowed at my feet, however I won all my matches during a twelve hour session. Viewing the players I matched up with it was an improvement. As far as a litmus test, only time will tell as it was only one day. I'm not a world beater, I just love to play. So for the time being my table is a safe haven for the haints circling 'round, over the next year I hope to make 'em a little nervous.
In the late '70s I thought I was hot stuff. I matched up with a southern boy called the 'sniper'. He gave me the 7 and I thought I would be stealing candy from a baby. Here it is more then 30 years later and I still haven't grown back the skin he peeled from me.