Ron Burgundy:"It's
a formidable scent. It stings the nostrils. In a good way." Brian Fantana:"Yep." Ron Burgundy:"Brian, I'm gonna
be honest with you, that smells like pure gasoline." Brian Fantana:"They've
done studies you know. 60% of the time, it works
every time." Ron Burgundy:"That makes
no sense."
Managed all my players in the best position on the field,
Main objective? To achieve advancement en route for the finals
coming this June 2007. The match was nearly 12 hours, we
won, both teams.
As long as everybody knows their position and bearing
no animosity toward they’re others, then the only
opponent is the other team.
Team: Get in the hole worked well together. It was getting
a little bumpy towards the end there, but, that is expected
after 10 hours of non-stop pool dealings; at least from most
pool team captains. As a captain, organization of your players,
can sometimes be like divisions in your troops; first wave
second wave and so on. Your archers are in an elevated position
and your infantry is in the front lines, then finally, you
save your best for last in any war game portfolio.
Somewhere in the middle
Earlier in the matches, Douglas remembered to keep it simple
in his second game. Susan was a terror to her opponents on
both her matches; practice makes points. Captain Serafina
was juggling between two teams, her application was both
in mental and physical; I think Serafina is learning game
transitional modes, captain? Or player? Can one manage players’ games
and manage their own game at the same time? I find myself
completely drained after just watching my player’s
shoot there’s.
Already on two shots, makers and powers.
It was looking bleak when we lost the fourth in
the second round. Serafina’s team, (Pocket Aces), had
just won on the table next to us, afterward, they came over
to our side (team Get in the hole) and the energy went up
a few notches, it was a great night. Everybody shot well;
it was a good APA NYC Tricup event.
On the hill in the fifth
J.Q, made a spectacular break, making
5 high balls and one low, 5 plus 1, that equals six balls getting
in the hole; wow.
Though, J.Q was three balls away from the final hole after
his spectacular break, he began to opt for low balls anyway,
I am not sure? But I think? Douglas talked him into sticking
with high, I think, why do I think? Cause I was swing one down
to calm my nerves. So, J.Q proceeded in making the final three
in the best way he can, J.Q succeeded. Team Get in The Hole is
going to the City finals.
“Never
make anyone a priority if you are there option”
Tuesday Night
Pool and Shots
Wed Night
Its dead here its alive Here-hear
Very
metaphorical on Wed night. The E-Bar was very lively.
Then I went to B-Fly, and It was very
dead. No pool peeps no-noth’n,
I've never seen the B-Fly like that before, just a
nice bartender, a smoke’n
hot drunken chick and my cup of coffee with
half and half; did I mention there was no sugar.
I am not kidding you, when I write this… Late
last night (Wed), I got off the train, continued on my
way home; I came across a pussycat. Black, large, cold,
head crushed, body surrounded by dirty ice and snow and
very dead.
I took it as a sign from my recent events; whenever
I come across death, it’s always a sign, relevant
of contemporary moments of my silly-emo-states these
last few weeks.
This morning, on my way back to
the subway train, on that same block, just on the
opposite side, I saw a pussycat. Black, large, beautiful
wide green eyes and very much alive, climbing up
and thru a fence, It looked at me for just a quick
moment, showed no apprehension, or any kind of reaction,
what so ever, of my noticing it’s
brilliance, cats often do show quick tense reaction
when one suddenly stops on the street, call’s
to-it-ta-give the cute pussycat stroke and attention.
I had to do it; I had to be to be absolutely sure that
I wasn’t crazy. Whew. I found myself reassured,
oddly. This morning already knowing what my day was going
to result in, resulted in it. Thank the stars it wasn’t
any worse, could have been better, still its not so bad.
I am warm inside; also, I like my depth, I loath part
time relationships, it gives me a headache. It’s
so shallow, so misleading; so unreliable. Thru out the
day, I kept thinking this motto I have been coming across
in random places in and out of the Internet.
“Never make anyone a priority
if you are there option”
Feb 18th
19th 2007 Sunday, Monday Morning. Just a few words and a few
more Pics of recent
Happy
New year
There are times
in your life when you need your friends, loved ones, family,
comrades and such. It is moments like that; moments in your
life, wren’s life and death are involved; you need your
people around. I think that is when one will start looking
at faces and placing the ideas of what you need with that face;
that is a mistake. Here is one particular error that comes
to mind about that mistake, when one has a temporary distortion
in there rational due to distressing issues, while trying to
deal with or get over that distressing issue. You forget who
some people really are. And then you are despondently or wickedly
remind what shallow is. But it is also the knock in the head
that happens when diving into a shallow pool that will bring
you back to your senses.
I deserve better,
at least that is what I was said too, it was nice to hear
that, I needed that, I needed to hear that. I think I do
deserve better. I get adversity, every now and then, and
I am not talking about pool, I’m talking about life,
I’ll take the challenge. I do not easily quit, maybe
I should apply this stubbornness to my pool game sense,
the only problem with that is (pool), it’s that,
sometime, when you win, you lose, and vise versa. Sometimes
when you play in a match, and then lose, you’ve really
won, not so much winning the point, but winning the respect
of your colleges; this is something you do not seek to
do, always make your best effort to win; people admire
and get inspired by the heart and determination of one
efforts than they do when one gets a point. Not seeking
enlightenment and then getting it is what strive is without
making a strive for it.
Wed Morning
...Sometimes its just not worth it....
Did you ever feel like your headed for
a brick wall? The only time I felt this way before is when
I was turning 20, then 30, then 40, and now? I don’t
even want to say it, that number 50; oops. I woke up heated
today, today-on Valentines Day, a Hallmark day. Don’t
know why on the outside, but on the inside? Maybe, some were
deep I already know. I lost a family member about a week
ago, even before I new him or her, It broke me and my brother
inside, I’ve
been broken before, it took me years to rebuild, still to
this day, I am not the same as before; I never will. I think
the drinking might be changing the chemicals in my brain.
To start acting like a 25 year old, now? I think I need to
face some Facts here. My heart is broken…again. Always
this time of year. I felt like beating people up on Valentines
Day, love not war I keep thinking to myself. It’s a
good thing Ronnie didn’t have the old J available.
Or I might of finished another bottle, not that-that is enough
2 make me fall down, I am already down. I wish I new what
to say to her. I see her and I get so-so speechless, did
you ever stare at the ocean and know when her wave is going
to break on the rocks?
