I went into this tournament not knowing how I would play. I have had a lot on my mind lately (my Mom and Dad) and not enough time to practice diligently like I had been every Monday since August. I did practice 8 ball with Tony on the Thursday night before - if that was any thermometer, I was in big trouble! Even tho I had one break and run, I wasn't playing all that well.
I asked Monica to stay with me - we had Hunter Classics Tour things to talk about and I didn't think I needed to be alone this weekend anyway so it was perfect.
We left for the pool room early on Saturday morning and I was able to hit some balls. I hit them okay! Wow.
After the player's meeting and getting the tournament started, I had to play my friend Susan Petty first. Susan's sister was there and their Dad would show up later - it was so beautiful to see them together. Susan's Mom just recently passed away and I was glad Susan came to the tournament so she could try and escape, yet also see her family (her Dad lives in Houston and she is from the Dallas area). I played good, so did she. I got a groove though and really played well and saw the racks from a big-picture type of view for some reason. I almost saw the table as 8 ball - could it be run? duck instead of trying for low percentage shots, etc. I won 7-4.
I felt really good about my play and a little shocked! I then played my friend Tara and I had a lot of weird things happen - fouled a lot and scratched a lot. I didn't realize I wasn't mentally strong during the match until much later, but I bet that's why I lost, also.
Then I played Monica Anderson and won 7-3. I thought I played good. Then defeated Michelle Yim 7-4. I then played Rebecca Redumis and it was a rough match. I got so many rolls - every time I missed, I would accidentally hook her. It was so brutal! I told her sorry a million times; she was a good sport about it. She has been playing well, so I was sad the rolls kept me from seeing that. Then some time went by and eventually had to play my next match - against my good friend Shayla. WOW! I played terrible! My mental game was definitely out to lunch! I was thinking WAY too much and it sure hurt. I wanted to last until Sunday to make up for points lost by not going to Tulsa, but it was not meant to be.
I realized after the match though, that I have a strong mental game! I am very proud to say that! Although it wasn't there in that match because of all that I am going through... it donned on me that otherwise, I have a very advanced mental game and am very happy to have figure it out. I guess before, it just never crossed my mind if my mental game was good or not. But, now I know I do. I don't know when it will come back, but what I also figured out is that since I have so much going on with my parents, my brain is so full and mentally taxed, that I am having a difficult time using parts of my brain.
I thought I would be okay at the tournament and even looked forward to stepping away from the hardship I was going through, but I was not okay and it was extremely tough for me accept that I was not okay after all. I don't have the mental capacity to even do my things around my own house because I am doing everything for my parents. So, to help at the tournament was really rough. I don't know how I got through it all, to be honest. Even in the second chance tournament, I was out in 2. I played bad. Maybe my previous match was still carrying over? Knowing I had no mental energy/toughness? Amanda stated it looked like I didn't care and I was not staying down, etc.
Since the tournament, I have practiced 8 ball three times with Tracie and saw my parents over the weekend. I played better and better each time we played and feel confident right now. I leave for Vegas tomorrow! I am SO excited! Also, seeing my parents was good/bad. Again I am physically and mentally exhausted. I did so much for them over the weekend at their house and running errands, that I feel like I have been hit by a truck. However, my Mom is doing better, but my Dad is getting worse. :( I did spend quality time with each of them on Saturday, but I also had a 'talkin with them on Sunday morning about trying to listen more to each other and quit taking everything wrong; to say thank you to each other more; and to try and enjoy these last few years without arguing so much. I told them how much their yelling bothered me, and I was 5 hours away! So, it must really be bothering them.
Coming down to visit them, as I walk in the door they cry and say, "Smallperson to the rescue! Our new parent is here." (my Dad calls me Smallperson) However cute that may sound, however fun and ironic it may sound, being the parent, I am finding out, can be very taxing. LOL.
I love my Parents.
Vegas or Bust.
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Dallas Tournament or Bust
My billiards league had a singles, doubles and team tournament - a Thursday through Sunday event in Dallas, Texas this year.
I reserved a hotel room close by to save Tony and I some time from driving a lot (I played in it last year and remembered how long the days are).
I was ranked a B+ and in the singles, I had to race to 6. I was the only person who raced to 6 and placed mostly C's, who raced to 3. Ouch! What a difference. I hit some balls and was hitting them well. I played Dee Dee Holloway first and won 6-1. I played good. I then played Sherry Hickman and won 6-1 again. Then I played a nervous Denise Wilson and won 6-2. She almost won! I was in until Friday. But, on Thursday night, scotch doubles started and Tony and I played together and our first match was against a team that had to race to 4, us 6. The girl was not a C player, though, and they beat us pretty bad. Then we won one more match later that night and luckily then got a forfeit for our midnight match so we could get some sleep for our 9am singles matches the next day (Tony was still in the tournament in his A division). I played Christy Powell (a strong B player who had to go to 5) Friday morning and had her 4-1, but finally won 6-3 or 6-4. I then played Lou Earl later in the afternoon and won 6-1. I should have lost that match, but won it and that was for the winner's bracket!
During the tournament, I heard Susan Petty's Mom had passed away. I called her a week and a half ago to talk about our Mom's - I heard hers was sick, also, and thought a call with each other would be helpful. To hear she passed so suddenly (it wasn't expected) was heartbreaking. I kept my distance, but felt so much pain for her.
Tony and I played a few more scotch doubles matches and really ran through the other teams. We played well together. Then we had to start the team event. We had the best players playing, yet we lost. It didn't help Tony and I didn't win any of our games, even though we both played good. As we walked to the car to get some rest at the hotel because the team didn't play for a couple of hours (at midnight), I checked my voicemails and had 12 new messages! It turns out my mom was coughing up blood and they called 911 and she was in the ER again.
Tony and I were headed to pick up some dinner, but I lost my appetite immediately. I talked to my Mom and Dad and they told me not to come down and to win the tournament for them. What I didn't know then, was because there were so many team's there wasn't enough tables to play the singles or scotch doubles matches under Sunday, even though we heard they might have been played that Friday night after midnight.
We went back to the tournament room (in the Marriott seminar room in Dallas) and I found my captain and cried to her in a corner that I shouldn't play. She told me to leave, but my parent's didn't want me to go down right then - they wanted to see what was going on, even though my Dad had no way home and no way to get back and from from the hospital to their home (he rode in the ambulance with her).
Our captain had another A player and put him in for Tony and they let us leave before the team even began to play. It was a godsend, even though I didn't get to sleep that much. As I fell asleep in what now was a cold and lonely hotel room, I knew in my heart I was driving down the next morning and tossed and turned knowing that I'd see my Mom soon. We woke early that morning and we started to pack to go back home before my Dad even called at 7am ti suggest I come down. I was sick to my stomach. I felt so numb, more numb it seemed than last time. Coughing up blood? Oh my God, was she dying?!
I had to go to work first and get all the paperwork I had kept there from the last trip because I had to make copies. Power of Attorney, Medical Power of Attorney, Medical Directive, etc. We had them prepared when I was down there a week ago. Was that only a week ago? Wow.
I had Tony call Monica and Francee and tell them if I can come back in time, I will play in the finals... otherwise I'd have to forfeit the scotch doubles tournament and the singles event if she wasn't discharged out of the hospital.
As I drove down there Saturday morning by myself, I cried and cried. What was happening? What was going on?
As for the tournament, I did forfeit the finals - I did not make it back at all that weekend. I had Tony look over the chart, and there were 24 women who entered the tournament. 1st was to pay $184 and 2nd $151. Tony asked the tournament director to ask Lisa (who defeated Lou Earl) in the semi finals if we could split the first and second money and both Lisa and the tournament director (Robert Tabor) agreed. So, I got $167 for 2nd. And, Tony told me a I got a plaque!! It's brutal to forfeit the finals, but it's all good.
I also found out Tony and I just slipped into the money on scotch doubles with our last win and we got $75 for 7th/8th place.
I reserved a hotel room close by to save Tony and I some time from driving a lot (I played in it last year and remembered how long the days are).
I was ranked a B+ and in the singles, I had to race to 6. I was the only person who raced to 6 and placed mostly C's, who raced to 3. Ouch! What a difference. I hit some balls and was hitting them well. I played Dee Dee Holloway first and won 6-1. I played good. I then played Sherry Hickman and won 6-1 again. Then I played a nervous Denise Wilson and won 6-2. She almost won! I was in until Friday. But, on Thursday night, scotch doubles started and Tony and I played together and our first match was against a team that had to race to 4, us 6. The girl was not a C player, though, and they beat us pretty bad. Then we won one more match later that night and luckily then got a forfeit for our midnight match so we could get some sleep for our 9am singles matches the next day (Tony was still in the tournament in his A division). I played Christy Powell (a strong B player who had to go to 5) Friday morning and had her 4-1, but finally won 6-3 or 6-4. I then played Lou Earl later in the afternoon and won 6-1. I should have lost that match, but won it and that was for the winner's bracket!
During the tournament, I heard Susan Petty's Mom had passed away. I called her a week and a half ago to talk about our Mom's - I heard hers was sick, also, and thought a call with each other would be helpful. To hear she passed so suddenly (it wasn't expected) was heartbreaking. I kept my distance, but felt so much pain for her.
Tony and I played a few more scotch doubles matches and really ran through the other teams. We played well together. Then we had to start the team event. We had the best players playing, yet we lost. It didn't help Tony and I didn't win any of our games, even though we both played good. As we walked to the car to get some rest at the hotel because the team didn't play for a couple of hours (at midnight), I checked my voicemails and had 12 new messages! It turns out my mom was coughing up blood and they called 911 and she was in the ER again.
Tony and I were headed to pick up some dinner, but I lost my appetite immediately. I talked to my Mom and Dad and they told me not to come down and to win the tournament for them. What I didn't know then, was because there were so many team's there wasn't enough tables to play the singles or scotch doubles matches under Sunday, even though we heard they might have been played that Friday night after midnight.
We went back to the tournament room (in the Marriott seminar room in Dallas) and I found my captain and cried to her in a corner that I shouldn't play. She told me to leave, but my parent's didn't want me to go down right then - they wanted to see what was going on, even though my Dad had no way home and no way to get back and from from the hospital to their home (he rode in the ambulance with her).
Our captain had another A player and put him in for Tony and they let us leave before the team even began to play. It was a godsend, even though I didn't get to sleep that much. As I fell asleep in what now was a cold and lonely hotel room, I knew in my heart I was driving down the next morning and tossed and turned knowing that I'd see my Mom soon. We woke early that morning and we started to pack to go back home before my Dad even called at 7am ti suggest I come down. I was sick to my stomach. I felt so numb, more numb it seemed than last time. Coughing up blood? Oh my God, was she dying?!
I had to go to work first and get all the paperwork I had kept there from the last trip because I had to make copies. Power of Attorney, Medical Power of Attorney, Medical Directive, etc. We had them prepared when I was down there a week ago. Was that only a week ago? Wow.
I had Tony call Monica and Francee and tell them if I can come back in time, I will play in the finals... otherwise I'd have to forfeit the scotch doubles tournament and the singles event if she wasn't discharged out of the hospital.
As I drove down there Saturday morning by myself, I cried and cried. What was happening? What was going on?
As for the tournament, I did forfeit the finals - I did not make it back at all that weekend. I had Tony look over the chart, and there were 24 women who entered the tournament. 1st was to pay $184 and 2nd $151. Tony asked the tournament director to ask Lisa (who defeated Lou Earl) in the semi finals if we could split the first and second money and both Lisa and the tournament director (Robert Tabor) agreed. So, I got $167 for 2nd. And, Tony told me a I got a plaque!! It's brutal to forfeit the finals, but it's all good.
I also found out Tony and I just slipped into the money on scotch doubles with our last win and we got $75 for 7th/8th place.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
2007 BCA Texas State Tournament
51 women total entered the BCA Texas State Tournament in Corpus Christi during Spring Break. I was the favorite going in (I found out from a couple of people before and after, lol), but I put more pressure on myself: I knew I could possibly when this tournament, wanted to have two BCA State Champs in the house (Tony won it in 2002), plus, I prepared for this tournament more than most... practiced 8 ball, went to an 8ball weekly tourney, played extra league nights and read the entire Play Your Best 8 Ball book by Phil Capelle. I definitely know 8-ball a lot better! I had read certain parts of that book and the entire 8ball section of Play Your Best Pool, but Play Your Best 8 Ball is truly worthwhile to improve your 8ball understanding.
Tracie Voelkering rode down with me for the almost 6 hour ride and we stopped at the Golden Phoenix for some Chinese food in San Antonio (my favorite Chinese buffet). The drive went smooth and actually quite fast.
The tables weren't set up to practice when we got there in the afternoon of the mostly sunny Wednesday, so I took my ipod and camera to the water. I am trying to get calm and content for the tournament. Nature helps me do this. :) Here are two photos I took:
Hotel where I stayed at is on the left, hotel that held tournament is on the right (both are the Omni).
Here's a whole row of different type of birds!
The night before the tournament someone calls me to try and have his friend take my bye. I was torn (I'm a nice person) but it wasn't my fault her captain didn't send in her entry fee, so I finally said no after some hemhawing. It was a interesting start to the event.
So, I get a bye my first match and have to play Lisa Dawson first, around 1pm. She's always been a nice person to me and I knew going into the match she was a talker and she was, but i didn't let it get to me. I was up 4-2 and let up a little and it got tied hill-hill (4-4). I had been nervous the whole match - first match of a this big tournament, I guess was the reason. I missed a shot in my run in the hill-hill game and she got to the table and started to run out but failed to pocket the second ball before the 8ball. It looked like she was already mentally shooting the next ball and forgot to focus on this one. My only option was a long rail bank on my troublesome stripe and I nailed it and the next three balls for the out. Whew. What a win! Lisa said under her breathe after the bank, "that was the game winning shot."
My next match was against a really nice woman named Pauline Plata. She had already won two matches, so I needed to bare down. I was up 3-2 and was shooting well at first but made some mistakes in the middle of the set before finally winning 5-3. Luckily, she made more mistakes than I did.
I then played another nice girl, Jacque Smith from Amarillo. She is due in May and so her and her unborn child were trying to beat me! She played really, really good. At 2-2, she was running out and I thought to myself, "it's okay if I don't win, at least I'm playing good," and she misses. I couldn't believe it! I then get out that game and two more to win 5-3. The other game she won I failed to hit a rail after a soft safe and she got out, otherwise, I played pretty darn sporty.
This meant I was in until Friday - final 8 on the winner's side. I played at noon the next day and so I had time to go to dinner with Beth Shriver and Tracie Voelkering at Water Street Grill and had some fried shrimp. Also, Tracie bought me a virgin Strawberry Daiquiri - I would drink those when I hung out with her at the Aladdin in Vegas. :) It was a pleasant surprise when she offered to buy me a drink. :)
I played Sheryle Johnson the next day at noon (she was also from Amarillo) and I knew she played well because she had beaten Tracie the night before. I got up early that morning (to go pee-pee) and noticed the sun was about to rise and I ran downstairs with my camera and ipod and watched the sun rise while I took photos of it and some birds and some boats, all the while listening to some great music. I was extremely calm and content, just what I needed for the tournament.
The sunrise.
It's difficult to see, but there are even pelicans around this ship!
See many MORE photos here from each day I vegged at the water front.
I hit a few racks while listening to my ipod about 30 minutes before I played my noon match. This sums up the match with Sheryle: I played lights out. She missed an 8ball the first rack and I finished off my balls (after getting to the table twice). Then I ran several racks, played excellent safeties, and just played damn good. I didn't let up at all and really bared down and kept saying to myself how many games I needed to win. It felt great! I won 5-0.
Then had to wait several hours to play for the hot seat (my first time to do that). I waited out the time in this really nice bar-type area that more-so looked like a sunroom and just vegged and listened to my music. Tracie sat with me and we talked. She witnessed me go through all the emotions - nervousness, excitement, confident, worried, calm, happy, etc. I just wanted to play well, in the end I would like the win, but I really just wanted to play well and not fall on my face. I was reading over my notes and trying to remain calm but while sitting there with the sun on my face, the great ipod music in my ears, I was still nervous about the possibility of this title.
I think that's what separated this tournament from others - it was a title tournament. Not just a possible tournament win, but a TITLE win - if you win something like this, it's with you forever. Like Tony, he will always be known as the 2002 BCA Texas State Champion.
I went to hit balls 30 minutes before my hotseat match with Kim Pierce and I was hitting the balls really well! We started our match and Monica, Susan and Linda show up right when we began so that was really special to me - they just drove in from Dallas (Monica is staying with me and I have the another room for the other two girls) and we are all teammates for this weekend. Kim was being kind of loud after each game she won for the whole tournament (she had been high-fiving her friends after each GAME [not match]), but during our match she was not doing that, even though ironically I was prepared for it - like Cristina says, it's good to know your opponent. Kim broke the first game but didn't make anything and I ran out! OMG! I was confident and playing well. The next game I had a tough out and so did she. After one of her misses, my tough out proved too much and I missed a long rail cut shot and she got out. Same thing happened in the next game and she was up 2-1. I was all of a sudden not thinking, and she was gaining confidence. She seemed nervous the first time she got to shoot (in the second game when I came up dry on the break), but my misses allowed her confidence back in the game. I ran out a nice run in the next game but missed an 8 ball and she got out and was up 3-1. I was unsure of the 8ball and should have got back up and should have realized I was thinking too much while down on the shot, but I shot it anyway and missed. I didn't realize until the next morning that's why I missed that shot (and more to come). The next game I played a good safe and had a 4 ball out with ball in hand. As I'm shooting a 5 ball up the table, I am telling myself, "maybe this isn't the shot - maybe this should be the key ball." I shoot it anyway and I fall short and out of line for my next shot. Instead of playing safe (not a good option was available, but I honestly didn't look long) I went for the shot and missed and she got out. Now she's up 4-1. She actually ran out the next game very beautifully, even making an almost impossible shot on the 6 ball for the win and that sealed her win with a score 5 to her, me only 1. I was just sick. My confidence that was there the first three games went away. I realized also the next morning I wasn't in my "3 more games" mode or wanting to win. Again, like in my Amateur Nationals key match, I was trying to "stay alive" instead of playing pool or wanting to win. My whole head was foggy and I wasn't thinking clear.... especially not like I had been earlier that day when I won 5-0 just four hours earlier. I never thought to myself that I was playing for the hot seat or how big the match was or anything like that. I also wasn't nervous (trust me, I know what that feels like). I just wasn't thinking clear starting with the 4th game. Afterwards, my stomach was in knots because I was so embarrassed with how I played. Maybe that was on my mind? I don't remember thinking anything about that in the match, though (afterwards, very much so). I was just ... foggy. It's so hard to describe. But, I wasn't thinking about the "process of playing pool" that helped me place 5th in Florida. I have thought about it over and over trying to figure out how to even describe what happened.
I then only had a couple of hours to play in the semi final match. We set up the room situation for my teammates and then I did my same routine: Hit balls about 30 minutes before my match while listening to my ipod and really tried to get in-tune with the tournament environment, like what worked for me at the RTC in Jan in FL. I was confident, comfortable, happy, enjoyed the environment, felt the love around the room, etc.
But, the same thing happened in the semi finals against Ricki Casper. However, this time, I had vocal supporters (that was really cool, too!). But...I was again foggy in my head and not thinking clear at all. I looked like an amateur, one that didn't deserve to be playing in the semi finals. Ugh! I tried to walk back to my chair positive after each "amazingly un-Melinda-like miss or shape" and honestly didn't let it get to me... I just tried to remain in the game, but I wasn't trying to win again - I was trying to stay alive, the same as the previous match...not thinking right. I was playing smart 8ball, but my errors were because I hit the cueball wrong - it seemed like my arm wasn't attached to my body... it wasn't listening to my head and had a mind of its own. I would hit balls too hard or too soft. It was just weird. So, after losing 5-1 again, I placed 3rd and received a little plaque and $320. Got my picture taken, too. :) Kim went on to win the second set of the double elimination set against Ricki Casper.
Several people said I should have beat Ricki, others said, "heard you had Ricki." Nice comments to someone who already knew that. LOL. I walked around all night with my cute plaque and told everyone, "look - I placed 3rd. Third sucks." Now, however, I am very proud. I still had to beat players to get where I did. Yea, I didn't play my best in the end and it was a huge missed opportunity in my life, but I hope to learn from my fogginess for the future.
Here's my plaque!
I went into this tournament knowing the conditions may not be right. I didn't let that affect me. I was proud of myself for knowing ahead of time that things may not go as planned but not to let it affect my game (no lights over the tables, times not on matches early on, matches not starting on time, etc.) so that is a good thing that I didn't let distract me from playing pool. I have learned you shouldn't waste energy on conditions you can't change.
I was bitter the morning after, embarrassed and upset, but as the morning went on, I realized it just wasn't my time to win, for whatever reason - even if the reason was because I didn't play well. Sometimes people win because of other's mistakes and in this case, I was that help. I have had my share of good rolls and bad play against me... I just wish I would have played better, like I had that same morning.
The team event the next two days were a lot of fun! I enjoyed this team more than most I have been on. No drama, just playing pool and enjoying to be able to play. We only won one match, but we won 10-1. Ouch! :) We had a good team, but a few bad rolls (including me not winning enough games) stopped our run. I still so enjoyed the team and also getting to know my teammates more. Spetty, Linda and Monica are such great ladies!
I knew I was ready to play and I am happy about my knowledge of the game of 8ball. I have more to learn (I learned some during our team event, too) so that is awesome. In Vegas, in May at the BCA Nationals, I need to have a goal. Maybe it will be to try and get into the money, have fun, and focus on my shot routine. I also want to play in mini tournaments... maybe just scotch doubles so I can have help. LOL!
I went through a lot of emotions while driving home alone. I tried not to think of the missed shots during my hotseat and semi final matches - when in the end each those matches should have been at LEAST 3-3. Doesn't mean I would have won, but still. This was a huge missed opportunity. Will I have one in the future? Many say yes, but it's not a guarantee.
I stopped by my parents house on the way home and my Dad was proud of me for 3rd place. My Mom was not feeling well - she had the flu or something, we weren't sure.
I realized on the drive home that this isn't the end of the world. It would have been nice, and thinking that I could be the BCA Texas State Champion is pretty heart wrenching, but truly, 3rd place isn't bad and it isn't the end of the world, just a huge missed opportunity.
I want to figure out the fogginess. I jokingly thought, "Maybe I need a flowchart. When I am foggy, do this. When I'm nervous, do this. When I'm ahead, do this." LOL. Maybe it isn't really a bad idea! I just need to recognize when I'm going through that and then work on changing it. That's the key - recognition. During those matches, I didn't know what I was going through.
After some thought/discussion after the event, I think I figured out what I was doing: I was down on the shots thinking too much. I hardly ever do that, so what I describe as "fogginess" is really new to me because I don't normally think while down on the shot. Maybe I did that during most of the tournament but more opportunities didn't arise the final two matches so it wasn't as noticeable throughout the entire event? I don't know. I have been concentrating so much on my shot routine, this is all coming as a surprise. But, I am hoping this realization will help for the future (if that is what happened). If I start thinking while stroking (like, "don't hit it too hard or you will be on the rail" or "don't hit it to soft or you wont get shape"), I need to recognize it and get back up and decide what I am going to do and then get back down. Again, it was like my arm wasn't connected to my body or thoughts and that I was thinking too much while down on the shot. I know that sounds the opposite of "fogginess" though, LOL! I just don't know if I did this in the past... maybe the fast cloth on the small table made this show up more? I am just not sure, even as I write this. Nevertheless, I just need to get back up if I am talking to myself while down on a shot. Sounds so easy. LOL. :) I also need to bare down and remember the process of playing pool. Get in the mode I was in when I won 5-0... "X more games left, don't let up, stick it to 'em, etc."
Truly, simply, I was embarrassed.
Consistency is a true gem... anyone know where I can find that rare stone?
Until Next time....
Tracie Voelkering rode down with me for the almost 6 hour ride and we stopped at the Golden Phoenix for some Chinese food in San Antonio (my favorite Chinese buffet). The drive went smooth and actually quite fast.
The tables weren't set up to practice when we got there in the afternoon of the mostly sunny Wednesday, so I took my ipod and camera to the water. I am trying to get calm and content for the tournament. Nature helps me do this. :) Here are two photos I took:
Hotel where I stayed at is on the left, hotel that held tournament is on the right (both are the Omni).
Here's a whole row of different type of birds!The night before the tournament someone calls me to try and have his friend take my bye. I was torn (I'm a nice person) but it wasn't my fault her captain didn't send in her entry fee, so I finally said no after some hemhawing. It was a interesting start to the event.
So, I get a bye my first match and have to play Lisa Dawson first, around 1pm. She's always been a nice person to me and I knew going into the match she was a talker and she was, but i didn't let it get to me. I was up 4-2 and let up a little and it got tied hill-hill (4-4). I had been nervous the whole match - first match of a this big tournament, I guess was the reason. I missed a shot in my run in the hill-hill game and she got to the table and started to run out but failed to pocket the second ball before the 8ball. It looked like she was already mentally shooting the next ball and forgot to focus on this one. My only option was a long rail bank on my troublesome stripe and I nailed it and the next three balls for the out. Whew. What a win! Lisa said under her breathe after the bank, "that was the game winning shot."
My next match was against a really nice woman named Pauline Plata. She had already won two matches, so I needed to bare down. I was up 3-2 and was shooting well at first but made some mistakes in the middle of the set before finally winning 5-3. Luckily, she made more mistakes than I did.
I then played another nice girl, Jacque Smith from Amarillo. She is due in May and so her and her unborn child were trying to beat me! She played really, really good. At 2-2, she was running out and I thought to myself, "it's okay if I don't win, at least I'm playing good," and she misses. I couldn't believe it! I then get out that game and two more to win 5-3. The other game she won I failed to hit a rail after a soft safe and she got out, otherwise, I played pretty darn sporty.
This meant I was in until Friday - final 8 on the winner's side. I played at noon the next day and so I had time to go to dinner with Beth Shriver and Tracie Voelkering at Water Street Grill and had some fried shrimp. Also, Tracie bought me a virgin Strawberry Daiquiri - I would drink those when I hung out with her at the Aladdin in Vegas. :) It was a pleasant surprise when she offered to buy me a drink. :)
I played Sheryle Johnson the next day at noon (she was also from Amarillo) and I knew she played well because she had beaten Tracie the night before. I got up early that morning (to go pee-pee) and noticed the sun was about to rise and I ran downstairs with my camera and ipod and watched the sun rise while I took photos of it and some birds and some boats, all the while listening to some great music. I was extremely calm and content, just what I needed for the tournament.
The sunrise.
It's difficult to see, but there are even pelicans around this ship!See many MORE photos here from each day I vegged at the water front.
I hit a few racks while listening to my ipod about 30 minutes before I played my noon match. This sums up the match with Sheryle: I played lights out. She missed an 8ball the first rack and I finished off my balls (after getting to the table twice). Then I ran several racks, played excellent safeties, and just played damn good. I didn't let up at all and really bared down and kept saying to myself how many games I needed to win. It felt great! I won 5-0.
Then had to wait several hours to play for the hot seat (my first time to do that). I waited out the time in this really nice bar-type area that more-so looked like a sunroom and just vegged and listened to my music. Tracie sat with me and we talked. She witnessed me go through all the emotions - nervousness, excitement, confident, worried, calm, happy, etc. I just wanted to play well, in the end I would like the win, but I really just wanted to play well and not fall on my face. I was reading over my notes and trying to remain calm but while sitting there with the sun on my face, the great ipod music in my ears, I was still nervous about the possibility of this title.
I think that's what separated this tournament from others - it was a title tournament. Not just a possible tournament win, but a TITLE win - if you win something like this, it's with you forever. Like Tony, he will always be known as the 2002 BCA Texas State Champion.
I went to hit balls 30 minutes before my hotseat match with Kim Pierce and I was hitting the balls really well! We started our match and Monica, Susan and Linda show up right when we began so that was really special to me - they just drove in from Dallas (Monica is staying with me and I have the another room for the other two girls) and we are all teammates for this weekend. Kim was being kind of loud after each game she won for the whole tournament (she had been high-fiving her friends after each GAME [not match]), but during our match she was not doing that, even though ironically I was prepared for it - like Cristina says, it's good to know your opponent. Kim broke the first game but didn't make anything and I ran out! OMG! I was confident and playing well. The next game I had a tough out and so did she. After one of her misses, my tough out proved too much and I missed a long rail cut shot and she got out. Same thing happened in the next game and she was up 2-1. I was all of a sudden not thinking, and she was gaining confidence. She seemed nervous the first time she got to shoot (in the second game when I came up dry on the break), but my misses allowed her confidence back in the game. I ran out a nice run in the next game but missed an 8 ball and she got out and was up 3-1. I was unsure of the 8ball and should have got back up and should have realized I was thinking too much while down on the shot, but I shot it anyway and missed. I didn't realize until the next morning that's why I missed that shot (and more to come). The next game I played a good safe and had a 4 ball out with ball in hand. As I'm shooting a 5 ball up the table, I am telling myself, "maybe this isn't the shot - maybe this should be the key ball." I shoot it anyway and I fall short and out of line for my next shot. Instead of playing safe (not a good option was available, but I honestly didn't look long) I went for the shot and missed and she got out. Now she's up 4-1. She actually ran out the next game very beautifully, even making an almost impossible shot on the 6 ball for the win and that sealed her win with a score 5 to her, me only 1. I was just sick. My confidence that was there the first three games went away. I realized also the next morning I wasn't in my "3 more games" mode or wanting to win. Again, like in my Amateur Nationals key match, I was trying to "stay alive" instead of playing pool or wanting to win. My whole head was foggy and I wasn't thinking clear.... especially not like I had been earlier that day when I won 5-0 just four hours earlier. I never thought to myself that I was playing for the hot seat or how big the match was or anything like that. I also wasn't nervous (trust me, I know what that feels like). I just wasn't thinking clear starting with the 4th game. Afterwards, my stomach was in knots because I was so embarrassed with how I played. Maybe that was on my mind? I don't remember thinking anything about that in the match, though (afterwards, very much so). I was just ... foggy. It's so hard to describe. But, I wasn't thinking about the "process of playing pool" that helped me place 5th in Florida. I have thought about it over and over trying to figure out how to even describe what happened.
I then only had a couple of hours to play in the semi final match. We set up the room situation for my teammates and then I did my same routine: Hit balls about 30 minutes before my match while listening to my ipod and really tried to get in-tune with the tournament environment, like what worked for me at the RTC in Jan in FL. I was confident, comfortable, happy, enjoyed the environment, felt the love around the room, etc.
But, the same thing happened in the semi finals against Ricki Casper. However, this time, I had vocal supporters (that was really cool, too!). But...I was again foggy in my head and not thinking clear at all. I looked like an amateur, one that didn't deserve to be playing in the semi finals. Ugh! I tried to walk back to my chair positive after each "amazingly un-Melinda-like miss or shape" and honestly didn't let it get to me... I just tried to remain in the game, but I wasn't trying to win again - I was trying to stay alive, the same as the previous match...not thinking right. I was playing smart 8ball, but my errors were because I hit the cueball wrong - it seemed like my arm wasn't attached to my body... it wasn't listening to my head and had a mind of its own. I would hit balls too hard or too soft. It was just weird. So, after losing 5-1 again, I placed 3rd and received a little plaque and $320. Got my picture taken, too. :) Kim went on to win the second set of the double elimination set against Ricki Casper.
Several people said I should have beat Ricki, others said, "heard you had Ricki." Nice comments to someone who already knew that. LOL. I walked around all night with my cute plaque and told everyone, "look - I placed 3rd. Third sucks." Now, however, I am very proud. I still had to beat players to get where I did. Yea, I didn't play my best in the end and it was a huge missed opportunity in my life, but I hope to learn from my fogginess for the future.
Here's my plaque!I went into this tournament knowing the conditions may not be right. I didn't let that affect me. I was proud of myself for knowing ahead of time that things may not go as planned but not to let it affect my game (no lights over the tables, times not on matches early on, matches not starting on time, etc.) so that is a good thing that I didn't let distract me from playing pool. I have learned you shouldn't waste energy on conditions you can't change.
I was bitter the morning after, embarrassed and upset, but as the morning went on, I realized it just wasn't my time to win, for whatever reason - even if the reason was because I didn't play well. Sometimes people win because of other's mistakes and in this case, I was that help. I have had my share of good rolls and bad play against me... I just wish I would have played better, like I had that same morning.
The team event the next two days were a lot of fun! I enjoyed this team more than most I have been on. No drama, just playing pool and enjoying to be able to play. We only won one match, but we won 10-1. Ouch! :) We had a good team, but a few bad rolls (including me not winning enough games) stopped our run. I still so enjoyed the team and also getting to know my teammates more. Spetty, Linda and Monica are such great ladies!
I knew I was ready to play and I am happy about my knowledge of the game of 8ball. I have more to learn (I learned some during our team event, too) so that is awesome. In Vegas, in May at the BCA Nationals, I need to have a goal. Maybe it will be to try and get into the money, have fun, and focus on my shot routine. I also want to play in mini tournaments... maybe just scotch doubles so I can have help. LOL!
I went through a lot of emotions while driving home alone. I tried not to think of the missed shots during my hotseat and semi final matches - when in the end each those matches should have been at LEAST 3-3. Doesn't mean I would have won, but still. This was a huge missed opportunity. Will I have one in the future? Many say yes, but it's not a guarantee.
I stopped by my parents house on the way home and my Dad was proud of me for 3rd place. My Mom was not feeling well - she had the flu or something, we weren't sure.
I realized on the drive home that this isn't the end of the world. It would have been nice, and thinking that I could be the BCA Texas State Champion is pretty heart wrenching, but truly, 3rd place isn't bad and it isn't the end of the world, just a huge missed opportunity.
I want to figure out the fogginess. I jokingly thought, "Maybe I need a flowchart. When I am foggy, do this. When I'm nervous, do this. When I'm ahead, do this." LOL. Maybe it isn't really a bad idea! I just need to recognize when I'm going through that and then work on changing it. That's the key - recognition. During those matches, I didn't know what I was going through.
After some thought/discussion after the event, I think I figured out what I was doing: I was down on the shots thinking too much. I hardly ever do that, so what I describe as "fogginess" is really new to me because I don't normally think while down on the shot. Maybe I did that during most of the tournament but more opportunities didn't arise the final two matches so it wasn't as noticeable throughout the entire event? I don't know. I have been concentrating so much on my shot routine, this is all coming as a surprise. But, I am hoping this realization will help for the future (if that is what happened). If I start thinking while stroking (like, "don't hit it too hard or you will be on the rail" or "don't hit it to soft or you wont get shape"), I need to recognize it and get back up and decide what I am going to do and then get back down. Again, it was like my arm wasn't connected to my body or thoughts and that I was thinking too much while down on the shot. I know that sounds the opposite of "fogginess" though, LOL! I just don't know if I did this in the past... maybe the fast cloth on the small table made this show up more? I am just not sure, even as I write this. Nevertheless, I just need to get back up if I am talking to myself while down on a shot. Sounds so easy. LOL. :) I also need to bare down and remember the process of playing pool. Get in the mode I was in when I won 5-0... "X more games left, don't let up, stick it to 'em, etc."
Truly, simply, I was embarrassed.
Consistency is a true gem... anyone know where I can find that rare stone?
Until Next time....
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