I was playing this guy one time, we rarely gambled cause it never turned out good. But this was one of those times. We were playing a race to 11 for 50. I win the toss, and break and run 2 racks then scratch on the 3rd break. He gets halfway through the rack, misses. I finish and run 3 more racks before he gets to the table again where he runs out. Next game he makes nothing on the break I run 2 more racks and play him safe.... this is where it turns bad. He unscrews his cue, starts with the profanity and throws the money on the table. At this point its 8-1 in a race to 11 and hes quitting me..... for some reason, I talk him into finishing the set instead of letting him go.
Now to this day, I cant figure out what switch in my head flipped to go from some of the best play I have ever spewed forth to watching this guy come back and win 10 games in a row with me having several misused innings in those 10 games. I couldnt run more than 4 balls without a miss or having to play a safe which wasnt safe at all by this point. Call it sympathy, call it something....... but it wasnt killer instinct.
From that point on, Ive always tried to seperate friendship, like or dislike of an opponent from the game. Because they are non issues. It affects everyone, but it shouldnt. If you are capable of stringing 3,4, or 5 racks and playing a tough safe..... then you can do it against the guy down the street or Efren. But the mind doesnt always allow for that. I think true deadstroke is not only zoning in on the balls, the pockets and the sound of the 2 meeting..... its about forgetting anything and everything else that is not a part of those 2 things. This includes forgetting about the person who is sitting in a chair off in the darkness giving you dirty looks as you proceed to make them get up and reach for a wooden triangle.
Chuck