Playing a great player like Stevie Moore is an HONOR.
It's what every pool enthusiast should be thinking about. In no other professional sport could an amateur be playing a professional and have the opportunity to play them, let alone beat them.
When I have the opportunity to play one of the greats, I can only thank my lucky stars, knowing that this is what I came for, this is what I practiced for, this is what I endured the needling on AZ for, that this is what I came to do.
Truthfully, at first it is difficult. Here I was playing the best players in the world. It was too exciting, too powerful of a feeling. It overwhelmed me but after a few of those "frozen moments", you get to thinking that is a bunch of squandered opportunity and you start taking serious stock of WTFRU doing here? After that, maybe a few tournaments down the road, you start to formulate a plan to modulate that pulse and the gazillion thoughts passing through your mind at light speed. After several big tournaments, the number is reduced to several billion and so on and so on. As time passes, you will realize that all that you can do is do the best you are capable of at that point in time. Playing the table is easier said than done but TRUST ME, the pros are HUMAN, they have the same problems as you and I. They sometimes struggle and if you think it's embarassing for you with the "deer in the headlights" thing, imagine how they must feel when a "shmuck" starts whipping up on them. Pretty soon, you will realize that you have game enough to scare them once in a while and your confidence will grow. Later on, you will know that you have added skills since you once scared them if only for a moment or two. Now you think, hey, I might be able to put a whipping on one of these guys... Then one day you get to the hill and it starts all over again, your heart is racing at 120 beats a minute and the thoughts are back up to a gazillion per nanosecond and you're caught in those headlights once more as you watch in slow motion as the pro snatches victory right off your plate. Your stomach kind of twitches and you want to chew nails because you knew you had a chance..... But then one day you are there "taking your medicine" as usual because you know "taking your medicine" makes you stronger and today you are the one giving the whipping and you're not feeling the butterflies floating in your stomach nor the lump in your thoat, now you're just in the zone putting ball after ball in the pocket with nothing else on your mind and then..........................
Nah! I don't know what you're talking about; haven't the foggiest idea of what you mean. Never been there, never done that.
JoeyA