My biological Dad passed away on February 16th. I found out on Feb 17th.
We were short players for league on Feb 19th and there I was, standing at the pool table during my first match, with a look of confusion on my face.
I had NO IDEA what I was doing. I didn't know what to shoot first, or how to get rid of my opponent's balls in the pocket, nothing. I finally banked a ball in and was pretty happy with my shape, when I then saw my shape led to NOWHERE. My ball had no pocket to go in. That's when I really knew I was not doing well.
I lost that game and was extremely pissed.
I was mad I had to play pool so close to my Dad's passing, mad we didn't have an extra player to play for me, mad I was confused surveying the pool table.
I could not believe I had to play pool with what I was going through.
I recognized that my upsetness was affecting the other players, so I just shut my mouth and kept to myself. But I can tell you with all honesty I did not want to be playing pool. I couldn't even think straight.
Luckily, the entire other team each hugged me and offered their condolences. It meant a lot they cared and acknowledged my Dad. It went a long way for a very tough night.
I honestly thought I would be okay at league. But, I wasn't. And I had no business being there at all.
I was able to compose myself enough to win my other 4 games, but I would rather have been home curled up in bed.
Life throws us curves balls sometimes and we need to take care of life before pool. But there are times a team needs us, or an organization depends on you, and some things cannot just stop because you want to take a time out.
Yes, you are suppose to put yourself first, especially in tough times. But sometimes, it's just not that easy.
3 months old, with my Dad, Rudy Duncan.
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