Ok … Lets see. The whole Internet communication thing is getting a bit overwhelming. The Blog thing is overrun with…well bloggers.

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I’m just getting over a nasty walking flew thingy I had for about two weeks. My health is 50/50, My Karma thing is 50/50, if I have too describe it that way, really, how well can my Zen be going? I woke up yesterday morning completely depressed, but I didn’t have anything to be depressed about, so I was able to getup out of bed and function with this on the surface in the depths of despair feeling, strange, it was like my brain was searching for a basis for this emotional distress but it couldn’t find anything, left side right side conflict, it’s a good thing I have been drawing and painting since I was two years old. Maybe I need to go to the gym. And maybe I need to get beter sleep. Speaking of sleep, I have not been sleeping to well lately, my eyes are heavy and my head is swimming.

My Monday team is doing well. My Tuesday team is doing well, even though Julie is slightly grating me with the whole dumb ass APA number level thing. Baby, your six for a reason and that reason is not accidental, being a girl six in NYC is like being in an exclusive club. Ya-know, all I can say about that is, I play in the APA, but the APA doesn’t play with me, nor my sense of shot making aptitude. Julie shoots like a 300-pound fat dude from Minnesota. My game is not defined according to what that blue peace of paper says. It might mean something to others around me but not much to my bridge and stroke.

I Love when I hear. "No William Its not the ball it you"

Whatever

Friday October 6th 2006

My body aches. My head hurts and my eyes burn and my thoughts are running a marathon. Oh-oh, coming down with something. Fight it William, Fight It.

Birds of the same feather flock together I always say; and heard. I should be careful with what I say about birds. I’m a bird too, and I flock, whom I flocking with?  I don’t know. Is a flock an emulation of what one can be? What kinds of birds I eat with, sleep with, hang around with? We are what we eat. I eat a lot of different things. Once though, I was very strict with what I put in my body. Now I’m just chomping on everything. Hang around everyone doing what ever I want when I want, I’ve been doing it a long time. What else is there to do? How do I do it? Have I been preprogrammed to behave this way? My Dad is a free wheeling bird. Gambler, smoker, moving at his own pace he’s been that way since I was a boy.

Come on William, are you product of your parents preprogramming? Aren’t we all? If you dont go in the direction they train you to go and you go in the opposite direction, you've still been influenced. Even if they dont ask anything of you, that is still influence. What do I do? Play pool with other feathers flying under the same weather. My dad plays pool or use too. We have to be preprogrammed, I think. How are we developed in the head? Aren’t we influenced? Influence depend on ones sense of developed independence, this might be liberating for some or not even the case for any.

Pork ribs

Stick to your gut

Killer... Almost a full moon

First one out even before I got in.

Pretty tense

But In a friendly way

Ron Parks leans hard on my Giant

Some were in my Blog over the past years I have written about this before. It is inspiring to ones ambition for success in there pool playing endeavor to know it is possible that one can come back with his or hers game leaning 89 degrees parallel with the horizon, just 1 degree short of dropping into an open grave, too then slowly rise 90 degrees vertical, foot to the ground and there game pointing to the sun with a win. A game is a straight line with both points of the game being equal thru and thru.

Leaning hard. I notice with some shooters with way above rank amateur skill, over the years, when one is on the hill of a point match, something inside of you is sometimes let go. Something inside of you critical to your game momentum is precipitately expostulated and your very well skilled opponents lean gets too heavy for you handle. Especially if your opponent is as skilled as you are and maybe more experienced in pressure matches, maybe; so you lose. I have done this to some and I have had it done to me as well. One being on the hill and ones opponent with no wins, then coming all the way back on you hard. Has clandestine incentive from both parties on the game table; character. I think, all level players have experience this one’s or twice. I have had players say to me. “I don’t know what happen? I don’t know how I let you come back on me like that, I was in my comfort zone and then I lost it.”  And then I have had player say me also, “You had me, what happened? I don’t know how I came back on you like that?”  Yeah I’ve been on the hill, with my opponent with no wins, then suddenly find myself racking with beads of sweat running down my fore head with my opponent on the hill ready to break like a red bull and me not being able to even think straight let alone make a ball. Ones game, I think has energy coming from a place in the heart and in the brain, energy. Some were in my Blog over the past years I have written about this before. It is inspiring to ones ambition for success in there pool playing endeavor to know it is possible that one can come back with his or hers game leaning 89 degrees parallel with the horizon, just 1 degree short of dropping into an open grave, too then slowly rise 90 degrees vertical, foot to the ground and there game pointing to the sun with a win. A game is a straight line with both points of the game being equal thru and thru.

Serafina. My little Russian teddy bear is back, Yay!!!

Brother sister team battle.