I practice the same draw shot over and over again. There is nothing especially difficult, or easy, about this shot. I want to strike the cue ball well, have it strike the object ball, and then run back obediently to the bottom rail.
Sometimes I jump the ball.
Sometimes I miscue.
Sometimes the cue ball stops like a stubborn cat instead of returning like a happy golden retriever.
Everything depends on how I hit the ball. After each attempt, I make tiny adjustments in my bridge, my form, or my stroke and follow-through, and try again. I do this relentlessly for hours. My eyes dry out. My bridge hand goes numb. I continue because I know I’m almost there, I’ve almost got it—
“HEY!” This is the man on the next table. “It’s the tip. What kind of tip are you using?”
I stare blankly at him.
“A bad one.”
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