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Play Better Pool With Your Own Cue Stick

Thursday, July 9th, 2009

Play Better Pool With Your Own Cue Stick

By Ernie Reynolds

I’ve always been a casual pool player. Don’t get me wrong – I always play to win, but I never had much of a desire to enter tournaments or play in leagues.

As such, I never bothered to get my own pool cue for many, many years. I always just grabbed one off the rack at the bar or pool hall. I never wanted to bother with carrying a cue stick around and having to keep on eye on it so it didn’t get stolen or damaged.

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Well, it took me a long time, but I have finally seen the light. My wife bought me a new pool cue for Christmas last year, (I picked it out), and I will never be without my own cue stick again.

This conviction was reinforced last Friday when I went down to the local bar for a cold one and some pool. I didn’t have to work Friday because of the July 4th holiday, so I went down in the early aftenoon instead of later on after work as I usually do.

I had my stick in the car but I didn’t bring it in with me because I wasn’t sure if anyone would be in there to play a game with. As it turns out, I ended up playing pool for a couple solid hours – with a bar cue.

I played a couple guys that were fair shooters and I did OK, but not really up to my usual standards. I had a hard time getting comfortable with the sticks that were there and eventually tried several different ones. None of them really felt right.

Eventually I ended up leaving and going to a pool hall where I have a standing Friday night appointment with my brother to play. I took my stick in with me this time because my brother plays pretty well and I have to be at my best to win some games.

I could tell the difference in my shooting the very first game. The stick just felt comfortable in my hands and I had much more control over the cue ball and could make it dance around the table.

My consistency took a quantum leap. With the bar cue I had to really concentrate to get a good hit on the cue ball. With my own familiar cue, that just came naturally and I could pay more attention to planning out my shots and running the table.

I keep my tip nicely rounded, and this makes the shooting so much more precise than the flattened, mushy tips on the bar cues. I could get some draw on the ball again, and the weight is right, so controlling the speed of the cue ball hit was much easier.

The smooth shaft allows my stick to slide effortlessly through my bridge fingers. It’s amazing the difference in your play when there are no dents and stickiness to the shaft to ruin your feel of the stroke.

It may sound funny, but there really was the difference of night and day between playing with that bar stick and my own clean, smooth, and straight pool cue.

So take it from a late-in-life convert to owning your own pool stick – buy one, you won’t regret it. Once you get a stick that has the right weight and feels good in your hands, it just makes the game of pool all that much easier and more enjoyable.

I just wonder why it took me so long to find out.

Wanted – A Friendly Pool-Playing Establishment

Thursday, September 11th, 2008

 

For years I have been going to the same local neighborhood bar to play pool. It’s the kind of place where I know most of the people and many of them know me. It kind of reminds me of Cheers – “where everybody knows your name.”

The place is nothing to write home about. It has been called a “dive” more than once, and the owner doesn’t put much money into the establishment to keep it up. It’s a comfortable place though, and one where you can put your feet up and relax.

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For quite a while now my brother and I have been playing pool there every Friday night. We usually have a table to ourselves, and when someone challenges the winner, it’s usually someone we know and like to play pool with.

In other words, I go there and usually have a good time. Lately though, things have been getting out of hand. My peaceful little local hangout has been changing.

Last Friday, at our usual pool night, a bunch of loud and obnoxious young guys were playing pool on the other table in the place. The alcohol must have been flowing freely for quite a while because things were getting out of hand. Glass was breaking, profanity was flying through the air, and disrespect was the order of the day.

I mentioned to my brother that if these guys were still here in another hour, there were going to be fights starting. Little did I know that it would involve me.

A while later I had to use the restroom, so I opened the door and attempted to enter and take care of business. The small bathroom had about 5 guys in it who gave me a surly look as I opened the door. OK, I’ll wait until later.

About ten minutes later I figured I had waited long enough. I entered the restroom even though there were still 3 guys in there. They were hunched over the urinal snorting something white and powdery. Great.

That’s when the abuse started. They were, I guess, upset that I had the audacity to use the public restroom and invade their little drug party. Insults started coming my way and one of them actually pulled my hair while I was taking care of business and in no position to defend myself. I left the room after returning a little verbal abuse of my own.

Things went downhill from there. Each member of the group of 5 or 6 people took turns coming over to me and hurling abuse and threats. I was repeatedly invited to “step outside and do something about it”. It became impossible to continue playing pool.

Finally my brother and I moved to the other side of the bar to attempt to diffuse the situation, but the idiots wouldn’t quit. More threats and physical gestures continued to be thrown our way. I complained to the bartender, who shut off the drinks to this group. However, it was obvious that they were pretty hyped-up on their drugs and booze and were out for blood.

Luckily for us, there was an older guy sitting next to me who, I guess, was a friend of some of the thugs who were hasseling us. He offered to walk us out of the bar to our cars. We took him up on his offer and walked by the jerks who followed us out of the bar, but only hurled verbal abuse our way and did not do anything physical. Thank you sir.

It really burned my ass to be so outnumbered and unable to make a stand against idiots and thugs such as these. To be told that I “don’t belong in this bar” that I have frequented for over 20 years by some young punk did not sit well at all. Alas, I have matured enough to realize that getting into a free-for-all with these bozos would not have done me a bit of good in the long run.

I got into another argument several months back with another drunken patron of this establishment. He walked up and plunked a quarter down on the table and walked away. He never asked who was playing or if anyone even had the winner of the game, which I did by the way. As I started to rack the balls after the game was over, he started taking a fit over me jumping ahead of him because he had his quarter on the table.

I was in a group of three people who had been playing on that table for several hours previously. We kept mental note of who was up next and didn’t bother placing quarters down on the table. We were informed that, because he had a quarter on the table and we did not, he had the next game, period.

Well, I ended up playing the next game, but not without a ferocious argument though. This guy continued to rant and rave for an hour afterwards. I finally ended up leaving that night in a disgusted mood. Who needs it?

It’s just too bad that you have to be subjected to this kind of abuse when you are trying to mind your own business and just play some pool. I was a young punk at one time, and someone probably had a similar opinion of me once or twice. But I never willingly gave anyone this kind of abuse without provocation. I have never gotten into a bar fight and I don’t want to start now.

So, I have come to the conclusion that I need to find another place to play pool – a place with a higher class of people, or at least less drunks and punks. Hopefully, this will keep me out of the trouble that I am afraid I am headed for, if I continue to patronize my usual place. It’s really a shame that it has to come to this, but as they say, that’s life in the big city.

 

Interesting Article – Aiming Without Aiming

Tuesday, August 5th, 2008

I got a nice comment today from a reader named Aditya Ravi Shankar. He sent a link to an fascinating article he wrote about how he aims for the balls during a pool game and his success with his new method. I received his permission to reprint it here. I know what I’ll be trying the next time I play pool….

Nice website. I had an interesting insight in pool that shot up my pool game in the last two months. From a guy who shot maybe a couple of balls at a time, and  was rated a 2 in my APA league, I am now able to run racks and have beat 5′s, 6′s and 7′s in my league…. 

The art of aiming without aiming :)   

 http://www.adityaravishankar.com:80/2009/07/aiming-without-aiming-how-to-shoot-pool-like-a-pro/

Aiming without Aiming – How to shoot pool like a pro in three months

When I first started playing pool (billiards), I considered myself an average player. I could never be sure if I would make the next shot, and running two or three balls in a row was a big achievement for me. I read books on aiming systems like the ghost ball system, and different drills. However I still saw a clear difference between “easy” and “difficult” shots and trying advanced things like position play would make me miss my shot.

Some time back I heard the term “subconscious-competence” and about the subconscious mind. This is the same thing that allows us to walk without having to logically plan every muscle that needs to be raised to take each step – We just look at where we want to go, decide we want to go there, and then automatically end up there. It is also responsible for the times when we might get distracted while driving, thinking about all kinds of other stuff, and suddenly realize that we have reached home without remembering any of the turns, traffic lights or other cars on the road.

I don’t think that we were ever really meant to be conscious learners. The conscious mind can handle about 5-9 things at a time after which it zones out. The subconscious mind can apparently keep track of EVERYTHING, including things the conscious mind wouldn’t even dare try.

The only thing the unconscious mind really needs is
1. The initial desire or thought from the conscious mind – Creating the goal
2. Trusting signals from the subconscious mind – following your instincts
3. Allowing the subconscious mind to learn and train itself for the goal – Allowing mistakes to happen without labeling or judging them and not getting frustrated by them
4. Getting out of your own way – Letting the subconscious mind do everything instead of trying to take over the wheel while it is doing its work.

Three months ago, I wrote down in my notebook, a thought addressed to my subconscious mind – “I refuse to aim. You do it otherwise we both miss”. For three whole months, I did not aim. I just looked at the pocket I wanted the ball to go, and just shot the cue ball without aiming with any system… Talk about a crazy, unrealistic, leap of faith…

A few days after I began, when the first difficult shot went in without aiming, I was pleasantly surprised. I assumed it was just luck. Over the next few days as more and more people started noticing my consistent shooting “luck”, I started getting an ego. If I did miss, I forgot rule 3. I didn’t realize that when I missed, it wasn’t that my plan wasn’t working, it was just that my subconscious mind hadn’t trained itself for that particular shot yet. It took several days just to accept any misses and not try to control with my conscious mind.

Now days every shot is “easy”. I spend exactly 0 seconds planning the shot. I just look at the pocket, look at the ball, wait for that “YES” signal in my head, and shoot. It goes in on its own. I don’t aim or shoot. My subconscious mind does. I don’t take credit for the shots since I never really shot them. I saw it shooting some amazing shots which blew my mind. It was almost like my subconscious mind was a different person, who was shooting through me. And as it overtook me with its skills, it earned my trust and respect. I no longer dared to compete with it or try to take over the steering wheel again. I knew, that as long as I stayed out of it’s way, it would do the job better than I could have ever hoped to.

But this wasn’t the real shock. Now that I could shoot without shooting, I wanted to see how far I could take it, and what limits my mind had. My next goal was to run a table (run all 7 balls, and the 8 ball in one go without giving my opponent a turn).

Again, I wouldn’t plan it or think about it, just make a goal and trust my subconscious to do whatever was needed. Over the next few days, I found myself wanting to shoot one particular ball versus another, without any logical reason. I would just look at the table, see a particular ball and think to myself- “I like that one, that is what I will shoot next”. Trying to logically decide which was the best ball to shoot actually messed things up.

One week later, I broke and ran the entire table when playing with my team captain – or rather my subconscious mind did. Now days, running 4-5 balls is almost a regular occurrence. Three months ago, I would have laughed at that possibility.

The funny thing is, I don’t even have to be paying attention to the table while I am shooting. I can be thinking about taxes or some movie I watched. In fact, anything OTHER than aiming the shot. The balls just go in on their own. I seem to get so zoned out, I seem to lose track of time and place. I can now play entire pool games and not remember shooting even a single shot.

With the success in pool, I had to push things further. I now started setting broad goals for all areas in my life, just trusting my subconscious mind to handle it. Since then, I’ve had more synchronicities in my life than I can count. Accidentally finding about just the book I needed to read, talking to the one person who can help me with a project. All I have to do is stop wanting my goal or trying to get it. Just do what I feel like doing. My subconscious mind seems to take care of ensuring that I feel just what I need to feel to achieve my goal. Every few days I have to adjust my goals to make them harder and bigger. Frankly, I don’t think the subconscious mind has ANY limits.

I think some people call it being in the zone. Some people call it instinct. Some people call it muscle memory. Some call it trusting a higher power. Whatever you choose to call it, trusting your subconscious mind can let you live life the way it was always meant to be – effortless