Music City Open. They call my 10:30 match last night with Rob Saez and sure enough it's on the Accustats table.
I had already hit critical mass in my 1pm match with Max Eberle. This was my first big tourney in 16 years and I had went into pure panic mode. I had won my first match 11-4 and had put a 5 pack together and ran out 7 off my break but that wasn't against a sponsored pro.
Max thumped me 11-6 without the added pressure of the TV table and I dogged a ton of balls. As I was screwing my cue together for my match with Rob under the bright lights my new found anxiety disorder found a new gear. I didn't think it was possible after my earlier fiasco but I was sooooo wrong.
I was literally trying to jump out of my own skin. I know some people pay good money for that but it was noooo fun for free. I was shaking so bad I couldn't have shot myself in the foot with a full clip. At one point Rob broke dry and I ran out to the 9 only to a 3 footer straight in the corner.
When the dust settled Rob had thumped me 11-6. He was very gracious and even took the time after the match to give me some advise on how to handle the anxiety next time.
I went to the scorer's table after the match and several of my friends got a great laugh at my expense. The Accustats crew was exhausted and had shut down for the night so my match wasn't even streamed.
I would like to think knowing that might have made things different. At least it may have been 11-7 instead of 11-6. Remeber that 9 I told you about earlier. LOL
Anyway I have a week before DCC to either find Zen or see a shrink. TV tables against professional players at 42 apparently is a super trigger for an anxiety disorder I just discovered.
I had already hit critical mass in my 1pm match with Max Eberle. This was my first big tourney in 16 years and I had went into pure panic mode. I had won my first match 11-4 and had put a 5 pack together and ran out 7 off my break but that wasn't against a sponsored pro.
Max thumped me 11-6 without the added pressure of the TV table and I dogged a ton of balls. As I was screwing my cue together for my match with Rob under the bright lights my new found anxiety disorder found a new gear. I didn't think it was possible after my earlier fiasco but I was sooooo wrong.
I was literally trying to jump out of my own skin. I know some people pay good money for that but it was noooo fun for free. I was shaking so bad I couldn't have shot myself in the foot with a full clip. At one point Rob broke dry and I ran out to the 9 only to a 3 footer straight in the corner.
When the dust settled Rob had thumped me 11-6. He was very gracious and even took the time after the match to give me some advise on how to handle the anxiety next time.
I went to the scorer's table after the match and several of my friends got a great laugh at my expense. The Accustats crew was exhausted and had shut down for the night so my match wasn't even streamed.
I would like to think knowing that might have made things different. At least it may have been 11-7 instead of 11-6. Remeber that 9 I told you about earlier. LOL
Anyway I have a week before DCC to either find Zen or see a shrink. TV tables against professional players at 42 apparently is a super trigger for an anxiety disorder I just discovered.