Where’s a hand dryer when you need one?
(originally written at 10:00a.m. central time)
The warmth of my laptop feels so nice on my chilly legs…
It’s a dreary, rainy day today in Dallas. I’m currently sitting at the DFW airport with rolled-up, sopping wet pant legs, wet hair and damp shoulders. I looked for a hand dryer but they don’t seem to offer that amenity here. Between the torrential downpour and the giant puddle I hopped in behind Amanda’s car this morning, I’m pretty drenched.
The irony is that the ONLY single complaint I had about the Billiard Den where the tournament was held this weekend was that I wished instead of, or in addition to, the hand dryers in the bathroom that they offered paper towels. The bathrooms were always about 100 degrees from the violent hand dryers. Not to mention, I appreciate being able to wipe my cue down with my damp paper towel after I dry my hands off.
Well, this weekend was another typical 9-12th place finish. I seem to be consistently stuck there. There’s nothing new to report. I just confirmed that I’m a complete head case. I can’t seem to get past that first match on Sunday. I play fantastically on Saturday and then just fall apart on Sunday.
Saturday felt great! I won my first two matches 7-0 making very few mistakes. I lost my next match to Heather Lloyd. It was a sad 7-2 that really should’ve been 5-4, me, if I hadn’t missed two 8 balls and a 9 ball. UGH!
My next victory against Jennifer Kraber was an exciting one. She’s such a great player. I really admire her fierceness at the table. However, she wasn’t playing great and the rolls and tables were definitely in my favor this match. I ended up winning 7-2. I was originally told that they were bringing 16 players (four from the winner’s side) back on Sunday and that would be my last match for the night.
It’s kind of a weird thing to feel relieved to make it through that last match just to find out you have one more match to play. I won my next match against a girl I’d never seen or played before called Ashley. She was a cutie from the area. I played okay and should’ve won 7-0 but ended up handing over three games. She had pretty unorthodoxed mechanics, but I could tell she was a pretty lethal shot maker. Luckily for me, she wasn’t on her game when we played.
After our match, I asked her to take off her 6.5 inch stiletto heels so I could see how tall she really was. She was tiny. I wouldn’t be able to even balance in those things, much more play pool in them!
Finally, that was my last match of the evening.
There’s a sense of pride that comes along with holding your head up high as you walk in on Sunday to continue on in the main event. “Are you still in the main event?” someone will ask, to which I proudly get to respond, “Yeah…”
Unfortunately, Sunday is when it all falls apart for me. No matter how great of a meal I had the night before, how much sleep I got, how great of a practice session I had that morning; I still can’t seem to get past that first round on Sunday.
What a head case?!!
Well, my flight is finally boarding now so I’ll continue with this and have photos in the next entry.
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