I've been lazy, busy or just having too much fun. It's summer time and I've been spending lots of time just wondering around aimlessly and loving it.
We've been remodeling our 'New House' for last two years to give the 'Home' feel and I am convinced that this will be an on-going project for a long time. I was so wrong when I said I was going to take 6 months off to decorate the house....
I'm still playing lots of tennis and it lifts my spirit. Although my borderline OCD had pushed me to the point where I caused inflammation on my shoulder by practicing too much over heads and First Serve. I was trying to serve like Andy Roddick and obviously has strained my shoulder. When the discomfort didn't go away in a month, my doc put me on some steroids to help heal and ordered me to 'lighten' my activities. I can't stress enough how much I hate taking steroids because it makes me extremely irritable at the slightest. But the doc assured me that is the only way.
About a week into my "Steroid" treatment, I was competing in Women's Regional Tour and I was playing very well. I returned on the Sunday as 4 on the winner's side and was playing like I could not be stopped. I was running out from everywhere and my safeties were deadly! My opponent could feel the pressure and it was getting harder and harder for her to put up a fight and soon, she couldn't make a ball. It was Sunny's show and I was up 4-1 at race to 7.
My opponent took a break - in hope to gather her thoughts. Which any competitor in right mind would do.
As we resumed our match, bunch of people walked right next to my match table carrying a large table and some chairs, which they proceeded to sat up less than 4 ft from where I was playing. A little confused by the situation, I turned to the tournament director and asked. "Are they seriously going to sat here?" The tournament director threw her hands up in the air and said, "They are having a Dart Tournament and they have to sat up there..." Pointing the Dart Machines on that side of wall. Of course, my match is the first table directly in front of rows of Dart machine.
I thought to myself, 'why can they wait until I finish my match? It' almost over!'
Oh, well. I was upset and disappointed, but I figure I just try to finish my match. However, it wasn't that simple. These people could careless or didn't know the importance of my match and was simply focused on setting up for their Dart Match. As I was running out, they dragged a large table only couple feet from me scrapping across the floor making the annoying noise. Some one followed and carrying a chair over head while I was shooting... I got up many times from down position because I thought someone was going to bump me while I release my shot. So, it was inevitable with each shot, I was getting out of line from loosing focus and building up frustration...
I got a little weird on the 8 but I knew exactly what I needed to get back in line for the 9. I got up once, twice... to dodge the Darters and shot the 8. But I poked at it cause I felt someone walking by in a quick pace and made me jump. I didn't get there for the 9 and was left with a long 90 degrees cut or a bank.
I was furious!
Thinking back, I should had gone for the safety, but my gasket had blown and couldn't think straight. I probably didn't even have to come up with a great safety, just something for my opponent to have to work for, but I was impatient wanting to get that game over with. And I was making great shots all day so I went for the bank... came up short and was headed back for two rails, except it ran out of gas and stopped right in the middle of side pocket with the cue ball 2 ft in front of the side pocket.... I was wrong... my gasket didn't blow earlier... it was just leaking steam from the crack... THIS TIME IT BLEW!
Looking back, I totally lost it and I couldn't control my anger and emotion. It wasn't about the game anymore... I took a break but it didn't help.
I don't need to go into a great detail, but I lost that match. I ended up missing few more key shots, 7, 8, 9... and gave my opponent every advantage to regain her confidence and the table had turned. I was so furious it got to the point where I couldn't see the contact point. It was just all blurr... the whole table was blurr... my head was burning up from madness and I couldn't explain or regroup.
I was immediately called to the one loss match. I didn't have time try to figure out but I was desperate to try something. I don't drink when I play completive pool but I thought maybe one beer could relax me... so I had a beer... didn't help, another one no...
So I was out of the tourney where I felt like it was supposed to be mine and was left with a throbbing headache...
What disappointed me the most was how I could not regain composure and take back my match. I didn't even put up a fight in the one loss round. I was too grossed out.
After the tourney, even though it was early in the evening, I was exhausted and took a nap. When I awoke, I felt a little better and thought about the tournament little more. It really bothered me that I was not able to control my anger ... like never before... Why was I soooooo angry?
CRAP!!! F$#&^&^%^!!!!!
I was on that crap STEROID for a week!!!
OK, now I don't feel like I'm crazy - thank God :)
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