Let's just say it's one of those matches where afterwards, I leave the pool room without telling any of my friends goodbye.
Yep, I was upset and disappointed. Embarrassed, too.
I played an opponent who I can't take for granted but I did underestimate his talent this time - he played much better than before. I was surprised (and frustrated by it). The last two times we played I won fairly easy, I admit. But honestly, this time he outplayed me.
It didn't help I wasn't on top of my game for some reason. I feel even if I would have played better he still would have defeated me, but the score would have been closer and I wouldn't feel so damn upset about it.
He had me down:
9-20
then 23-31
then 28-41.
I tell myself to just stay down on my shots.
I somehow managed to tie it up! I am SO dang relieved!
43-43.
I go wash my hands and can feel the sense of relief in my veins, no longer pressure on my mind, and I am more relaxed.
And yes, this leads to misses and mistakes when I get back, all the while he continues with his 13 and 7 ball runs (two each after I come back form the bathroom). That's 40 balls right there.
My highest stretch after I came back from the bathroom is only 5! omg... :(
I got pretty frustrated and gave up - I HATE that attitude in me. It's not like me at all, and I haven't done that in ages that I recall.
I was down:
47-61
then
55-83
He ran 13 the moment I came back from the bathroom and he also ran another 13 to reach 100 to defeat my sorry ass 55-11.
BRU.TAL.
Still upset about it. I didn't play well and he played better. BAD combo. :(
On a happy note, I did enjoy a nice hour before the match at Carrabbas. Check out the ambiance:
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