Ever been in this situation?
You are languishing at work, when all of a sudden the thought of playing pool later that evening or during the weekend crosses your mind and you perk up immediately, happy that you have such a great hobby. You can't WAIT to get to the poolroom, or even at home if you have a table, to start banging balls around.
You can't get there fast enough, with images of playing with a beautiful stroke, running out from everywhere, or winning a local tournament or gambling and winning dancing through your head.
You walk into the room, say Hello to the other regulars/owner etc.
Then, you get some balls and begin shooting. All of a sudden the enthusiasm gets drained almost completely and you wished you hadn't even bothered to put your stick together, let alone go to the poolroom in the first place. Somehow playing pool, the mere act of hitting balls on the table seems like the most depressing, unsatisfying thing in the world and you just want to get the Hell outta there and go find something, anything else to do. Maybe you stay and play through it, or maybe you actually turn around and leave.
Has this happened to you? What keeps us coming back? Is it the love of the game itself, the idea that maybe one day we too will be playing at a shortstop's speed? Is it the satisfying sound of the balls rolling down the ball-return after you split pocket after pocket?
Is it the action? Or maybe it's the thought that you've been playing pool for so long why stop now?
I don't know, but this happens to me quite often. I'll be buzzing and fidgeting all day waiting to play, then when I get there I want to leave after about 15 minutes, sometimes even less. And it is not unique to the poolroom either.
Maybe it's just me. Wonder if they have a cure?
You are languishing at work, when all of a sudden the thought of playing pool later that evening or during the weekend crosses your mind and you perk up immediately, happy that you have such a great hobby. You can't WAIT to get to the poolroom, or even at home if you have a table, to start banging balls around.
You can't get there fast enough, with images of playing with a beautiful stroke, running out from everywhere, or winning a local tournament or gambling and winning dancing through your head.
You walk into the room, say Hello to the other regulars/owner etc.
Then, you get some balls and begin shooting. All of a sudden the enthusiasm gets drained almost completely and you wished you hadn't even bothered to put your stick together, let alone go to the poolroom in the first place. Somehow playing pool, the mere act of hitting balls on the table seems like the most depressing, unsatisfying thing in the world and you just want to get the Hell outta there and go find something, anything else to do. Maybe you stay and play through it, or maybe you actually turn around and leave.
Has this happened to you? What keeps us coming back? Is it the love of the game itself, the idea that maybe one day we too will be playing at a shortstop's speed? Is it the satisfying sound of the balls rolling down the ball-return after you split pocket after pocket?
Is it the action? Or maybe it's the thought that you've been playing pool for so long why stop now?
I don't know, but this happens to me quite often. I'll be buzzing and fidgeting all day waiting to play, then when I get there I want to leave after about 15 minutes, sometimes even less. And it is not unique to the poolroom either.
Maybe it's just me. Wonder if they have a cure?
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