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• 2013 Majors

CSI POOL
BCAPL National 8-Ball Championships
Rio All-Suite Las Vegas Hotel and Casino
Las Vegas, NV
first time at the Rio (adios Riviera) and things get epic
 
INDEPENDENT EVENT
Hard Times 10-Ball Open
Hard Times Billiards
Bellflower, CA
just a lil pre-Vegas warm up tournament
 
INDEPENDENT EVENT
West Coast Challenge
$4,000 added One Pocket
$10,000 added 10-Ball
California Billiard Club
Mountain View, CA
last event at this location before they close (sadface)
 
INDEPENDENT EVENT
Cole Dickson Memorial 9-Ball
Family Billiards
San Francisco, CA
for legendary road player Cole Dickson
 
INDEPENDENT EVENT
Pots 'N' Pans Memorial 9-Ball
Pool Sharks
Las Vegas, NV
celebrating hustler Bernard Rogoff, better known as "Pots 'N' Pans"
 
THE ACTION REPORT
TAR35 | Dennis Orcollo vs Shane Van Boening
TAR Studio
Las Vegas, NV
second and third days
 
THE ACTION REPORT
TAR33 | Francisco Bustamante vs Alex Pagulayan
TAR Studio
Las Vegas, NV
second (1P) and part of third (10B) day
 
THE ACTION REPORT
TAR32 | Ronnie Alcano vs Jayson Shaw
TAR Studio
Las Vegas, NV
GREAT match • Andy Mercer Memorial 9-Ball Tournament coverage
 
INDEPENDENT EVENT
Chet Itow Memorial 9-Ball
California Billiards Club
Mountain View, CA
drank too much to do good coverage, but here it is, anyway
 
CSI POOL
Jay Swanson Memorial 9-Ball
Hard Times Billiards
Bellflower, CA
let Robocop show you how to run a six-pack, Citizen
 
THE ACTION REPORT
TAR31 | Mike Dechaine vs Shane Van Boening
TAR Studio
Las Vegas, NV
ALL HAIL THE HOVERCAT
 
THE ACTION REPORT
TAR30 | Darren Appleton vs Shane Van Boening
TAR Studio
Las Vegas, NV
the boys are back in town
 
 
10+1 INTERVIEWS
» Huidji See
» Donny Mills
 
 
EVERYBODY WAS KUNG-FU FIGHTING
the best kind of New Year's Sandwich
that's not okay
 
 
READER'S CHOICE
you know that I'm no good
on being a reasonable human being with realistic expectations
 
instasham series
stories from the distant and slightly-less-distant past
 
the only people for me are the mad ones
questions, tournaments, bets, running 26.2 miles

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The Action Report
purveyor of fine challenge matches between highly-skilled players of note
 
PUBLICATION
Cue Times Billiard News
Colorado's best resource for all things pool-related
 
CASE
Jack Justis Cases
the choice of champions
 
CUE
Sugartree Customs
made by Eric "Slower Than Snails" Crisp, if and when he feels like it
 
CUE
Tucker Cue Works
"If you feel the need to ask me how your cue is progressing every week then maybe there is a better choice of cuemakers out there for you."
 
MEAT
Kurzweils' Country Meats
yes, meat

butter, bread, & knowing better | 3

 

butter, bread, & knowing better | 3

Last time, I gave up #5 so I could go to #10. I bombed at #6. I did passably well at #7. I went against my own misgivings in order to keep a promise and ground myself back under the heel of the Universe in #8.

My life could be summed up in the following:

Yet, I plowed forward, determined to jump again. Even if I looked like an idiot doing so. There was still another third of the Pilgrimage to Insanity left.

9. Open 10-Ball
10. Open 10-Ball • or • Women’s 9-Ball
11. Women’s 8-Ball, bar tables
12. Women’s 8-Ball, bar tables, teams

 

9. Open 10-Ball

Due to substandard performances in all previous events, I had to pass up this event. I could see the writing on the wall for #10. I was going to need a lot of money.

In addition, someone had suggested I play on a BCAPL team this year. It fell to me to organize things so that meant paying membership fees, team tournament entry, room reservation, and the cost of team shirts in advance. I like to get sh#t done in advance, if I can. And if I am going to organize a team, then I will make it as easy as possible for everyone. I have a job and I am grateful for it. I do not mind paying everything for my teammates first and then (ideally) getting paid back later. If I run a team, really, all you have to do is GET TO THE TOURNAMENT. I will handle everything else and if you can’t afford everything at the time, no biggie, pay me back later.

So, that took a chunk out of my wallet. In order to fund all of this, I not only had to drop this 10-ball event from the schedule, I also had to drop #11 — my own aspirations for individual glory at the BCAPL National 8-Ball Championships. The good of the many take precedence over the good of the few, I suppose.

Bleh.

 

10. Open 10-Ball • or • Women’s 9-Ball

So, here we are — at the last chance for individual gold on my Tour of Insanity. I had originally planned to split a room with RP4, but now I knew that would be A TERRIBLE IDEA. However, since I knew her plans may have been dependent on the fact that we would share costs, I had to find a way to be fair.

I had trouble booking rooms at the host hotel (when I called they said they did not recognize the group code I gave them) and the deadline was looming. When the deadline passed and I was unable to get a room there with the discount (the area is EXPENSIVE), I used Hotwire to book a room at another hotel close by at the same price. Reservations through Hotwire are non-refundable.

 

I told RP4 that room was hers. She could stay there, by herself, for free. I would book myself another room.

 

Later on, I was able to book a room at the host hotel for myself. So, yes. I booked two separate rooms for this tournament and would be paying for both, although I would only be using one. This was the best solution for all, I believed. RP4 would not be paying an unexpected cost because I backed out of sharing a room (which would be unfair to her) and I would have my own room and hopefully some peace of mind.

When I arrived, I took the public transit system from the airport to the hotel. This was a smart idea, in retrospect, because I had NO IDEA the table time at the pool room was $15 per hour. OUCH. Good grief. My wallet was stretched thin enough that you could read newsprint through it at this time and if I had not taken the bus (a shuttle ride was $19) which had only cost $2.50, I would not have been able to justify my one hour of practice.

The next day, I played terrible. I could not adjust to the unfamiliar equipment and the short races did not help. I lost my first match, got really f#cking pissed about it, and then drank perhaps a gallon’s worth of White Russians.

 

Mmm, yes.

Not my finest moment.

But if this blog was only about my finest moments, then it would be like most of the other pool blogs out there, wouldn’t it?

 

I blundered through three more matches. I stopped trying to play a finesse game — which generally only works well with cue balls, rails, and tables you’re familiar with — and just fired away at whatever shot I could see. It was all I had left. It was enough to get me to the second day.

It was then that RP4 asked if she could stay in my room.

Apparently, she had decided not to use the FREE room ($300!) I had booked at the other hotel, because it was a mile away and she would have to take a taxi. She had a bad experience with taking a taxi from the airport to the hotel and did not want to deal with taxis anymore. Fine. She already had roommates in the new hotel, but she wanted to stay out late and I guess they were not the kind to stay out late.

Okay.

You already know what happens here, right?

YOU ALREADY KNOW.

If this were a horror film, it’d be where I go upstairs after the electricity goes out and the phone lines are cut to investigate a creepy noise. You’d all be yelling at the screen, “DON’T DO IT!” And I, oblivious to the obvious, would simply continue up the stairs where I would meet a gory end, a gory end that I can only blame myself for, because I am a goddam freaking moron.

RP4 had a free room that I had paid for and decided not to use. She had roommates at her new hotel. Yet she wanted to stay in my room. WHAT THE EVER-LOVING FUCK IS GOING ON?

And yet, I said, “Okay.”

I wanted to be good about it all and I thought I could handle it. I spent $600+ on two hotel rooms so I could stay alone and then I agreed to a roommate. Somebody shoot my dumb ass.

 

I bombed the next day. Losing didn’t piss me off (all that much). At one point, RP4 complained to me about the cost of the trip. That pissed me off but I fixed that with a sh#t-ton of alcohol.

What really, really broke my heart was that I left a small pile of things in my room after I checked out. I go down a mental list before I check out of a hotel. I have things arranged in particular manner. However, when there is someone else in the room and I have to expend braincells concerning them, whether it is conversation or their comfort, I lose track of sh#t.

I lost my greatest possession, which is Emerson, the pocket knife I have carried for many, many, many long years. He is the best friend I have ever had. He doesn’t have quirks, doesn’t care about the thermostat, isn’t vegan, doesn’t whine about relationships, and I don’t worry about him paying me back. He’s been with me through every crazy pool trip and trust me, he’s been through some crazy people as well. I lost the one friend I could always depend on because I put myself in a bad spot — willingly.

Well.

That was that.

That was the end of it all.

 

 

I have finally learned.

If I cannot afford to travel to an event by myself, I am not going. If that means I may never leave the state, so be it. If it means I may never leave my city, that’s all right, too. If it means I may never leave my room, that’s cool — I’ve got a sh#t-ton of chores (and a backlog of crafts) to do.

My RPs on these ill-fated trips are not bad people. They’re wonderful people all incandescently lovely in their own ways. I love drinking with them. I love bullsh#tting with them. I love watching pool with them. I’d have their back in a fight. But I CANNOT travel with them. Being sh#tty road partners doesn’t mean you can’t be friends.

I do best traveling alone. My entire focus is on competition and I have no additional resources to process anything else. If too many things require my attention, I become butter scraped over too much bread. That is why I need to excuse myself from the rest of the human race when I want to win. Until I am out of the running for glory, I am nobody’s friend, I am nobody’s confidant, and I will take nobody’s side in arguments that do not concern me. Hell, I will not take sides in arguments that do concern me. All I care about is bulldozing the competition and for f#ck’s sake, if I do, will I make enough to break even? During a tournament, I am not human. I am a piece of iron.

I give up a fair amount for this game. I’ve given up food, sleep, and money, I’ve sold off material objects, some of which I have occasional pangs of regret over. I pass up good times with friends. I give blood on a regular basis in exchange for time off to play.
I will not waste these efforts any more because I was unable to say, “(F#CK) NO”, even when my own well-being (and I’m not talking about pool performance here) was at stake.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. Yes, Brook, Angry OMG is back.

Less quantity, more quality. That goes for people as well as tournaments. That’s how I’m going to operate from here on forward. If you do not understand and your feelings get hurt, I shall have to consider you a gangrenous limb and then, see below:

Word.

 

All that is left now of the Tour of Insanity is

12. Women’s 8-Ball, bar tables, teams

I had plans and strategies written down for my team but after that last tournament, I burned those plans in the flames of a fragrant candle. I now have no expectations for my team and this trip is a vacation for me. It is useless to look back on what is done and gone. All I can do now is move forward with what I have left (even if that is very little). I have learned my lesson about Road Partners. If I have not, you will hear about my death due to a stroke brought on by frustration and stupidity.

See you all in Vegas.

 

craziness

26 comments to butter, bread, & knowing better | 3

  • LAMas

    Pool players are generally…mature or otherwise.

    in·con·sid·er·ate (nkn-sdr-t)
    adj.
    1. Thoughtless of others; displaying a lack of consideration.
    2. Not well considered or carefully thought out; ill-advised.

    You OMGWTF are the exception.

  • Zack

    Any luck calling the hotel to regain your stuff? I stayed at a place in San Antonio in January and forgot my keys when I left. They express over-nighted them to me for free.

    • Adhesive Remover

      Called repeatedly, including on the day I left my stuff. They said housekeeping did not find anything. It’s a quality item — I don’t expect it to be returned.

  • Op

    I got a little frustrated just reading this post. Time to go play APB (third person free2play shooter) and got shoot some people in the face with a shotgun. 🙂

    • Adhesive Remover

      I simply retreated to the kitchen where I made three new dishes for posting after Vegas. Cooking is good therapy for me. 🙂

  • TimKrazyMon

    A couple of thoughts: 1)Wow, RP4 should really reimburse some of that room. Seriously. I could not imagine doing that to anybody. 2) I sincerely hope you eventually find an RP you can coexist with, going it alone is expensive as hell. 3) Best of luck in Vegas. If anyone deserves a change in fortune, it is you.

    • Adhesive Remover

      1). It would be nice to get back at least half of the one night she stayed in my room at the host hotel, but I’m not holding my breath.

      2). I agree it would be nice, but I don’t want to risk any more tournaments to find that ideal RP.

      3). Hell, yes. I do not gamble in casino games, ever, but if perhaps this merits giving that a moderate spin. 😀

  • Ligaf Crab

    I gave that beach a claw. Beaches love claws.

  • Chi2dxa

    Without going into details here I take great pleasure in telling people No and HELL NO, Wife, Kids, Dog, a lot of people I know and most that I look at. It kinda sets me Free, ah Freedom there is nothing like.

    • Adhesive Remover

      I am going to adopt that philosophy. I think I had it at one time, and then forgot about it. This was certainly an excellent remedial course.

  • Q&B

    Sorry to hear about your trip and the outcome of it. You know your strengths and weaknesses… so next time, don’t give in and don’t be nice. Good luck on your tournaments.

    • Adhesive Remover

      Agreed. And see below — my weakness is being caught off-guard (duh, but still…).

  • purpdrag

    I just turned 49 and I’ve had the same pocket knife (a medium to smallish swiss army knife) for 33 years (and a cactus for 40 years). The sentimental value of that pocket knife is immeasurable. I’m sorry for your loss. I no longer bring the pocketknife on trips requiring air travel (even in the checked bags) or carry it to work (where all weapons are prohibited) because I wouldn’t give it up without fighting until I was either subdued or successful in retreating with the knife and I don’t want to be arrested, injured, or killed.

    Regarding tournament 10, I also have had moments of trying to please people that I later regret. This usually happened when I was caught off guard and not given time to think before answering. I still try to be a little bit flexible and will sacrifice a bit for friends and family, but I sometimes offend because my general policy is that if you need an answer right away and I’m not totally comfortable with it, the answer is “No.” Don’t pressure me. It never works.

    • Adhesive Remover

      I had someone tell me as I was searching my bags and calling the hotel about my knife, “With all the time you spent looking for it, you could have bought a new one by now! Har har!” I let him live. Because I did not have a knife.

      That is an interesting tidbit there. I believe I said “yes” because I was caught off guard. Really, I could not see what reason she would have to ask to stay in my room after I had basically paid for her to stay by her own goddam self! I am the opposite of you in that sense, but I am going to modify my behavior so that the default answer will be “no”.

    • Adhesive Remover

      Also: cactus? As in desert plant? 🙂 Do tell!

      • purpdrag

        The cactus … I don’t remember if I asked for it or my Mom just gave it to me, but it was probably the perfect plant for me because it only needed to be watered once a month. This is just an example of how things gain value for me over time by just being there. The cactus meant basically nothing to me for a long time, but once it had followed me through college, various roommate situations, and into my first house, it hit me how long I had it and also reminded me of home and suddenly had value. It’s been another 15 years since then. In all that time I’ve only repotted it twice.

        I water it once a week now as it seems to work better and grows a bit faster. It’s one of those barrel shaped kind. All the way up to about 5 inches tall now. ;->

        I still have a several other items that I’ve had since childhood as well, but nothing is as dear to me as the pocket knife and I don’t really know why.

        • Adhesive Remover

          Aww, I am all warm-fuzzied out. 🙂 One day, I’ll write the story of my pocket knife and what it has been through. In the meantime, I got a replacement — same model but different year. As I told a friend, this new one will simply have to make its own history. 🙂

  • Robert G

    Well, at least you still you still have your health. What did you decide about the music and the headphones during play?

    • Adhesive Remover

      I use the music and the headphones less often now. Given the option, I would use them, but only in situations where railbirds won’t STFU. My opponents have ceased to bother me.

  • Rich R.

    If I may be so bold to offer just a little advice, DON’T EVER tell anyone the location of RP4’s body. Without a body, there is no evidence.

  • calcuttaman

    Rules of the pool tournament road…

    1. Make sure they have the cash
    2. Make sure you are compatible

    Don’t follow the rules, you will be miserable.

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