Acceptable snooker (finally)

Last night during snooker at Jaap’s place, we all had a good couple frames. My first two frames unfortunately were just as usual: crap. The next one was already a bit better and the last few were simply good. Good enough for my present form anyway.

The strange thing is that when we were still playing competition snooker I was always super strong in my first frames. No practice needed, just unpack the cue, get to a table and play solid snooker from frame one and slowly get worse during the next few. Somehow it seems I’ve turned into a (very) slow starting player and really need to loosen up before I’m able to pot some balls. Odd, must be an age thing.

Bas on the other hand had a couple of excellent first frames, he was knocking in twenty plus breaks at a few visits each frame and there was little we could do to stop him from winning those.

We may have been influenced by the snooker World Championships being aired at the moment, somehow that has to work as a morale boost of some kind.

At the end of the evening we, as is almost usual on snooker Tuesday’s, went home a little too late but hey, that’s all in the game. :-)

Useless

Well … that was pretty a useless evening around the snooker table last night, boy boy. It’s a good thing that I’m aware of the fact that my form of the day seems to fluctuate heavier than the weather in Holland or else I’d get myself into one of these ‘what the heck am I still doing here’ moods again. I couldn’t even pot the easy ones, let alone the more ‘interesting’ chances I eventually got from the lads. Maybe when things around my new job have settled in a bit I should do a little search for a quiet place where I can practice an extra evening a week. That should really do my game good.

But for now I’ll just have to trust in the fact to get them next time … ;-)

Made it!

Boy that was a late night of snooker last night, waaaay too late. It’s been a while since I’ve stayed up this late. Quite possibly on new years eve but even then I think I was in bed earlier.

So the reason for having slight difficulties getting out of bed yesterday morning was a purely physical one but this morning … meh … I’m so tired, completely wrecked.

It would be a good idea to make sure I went to bed in time tonight, if only to prevent me from having a rather similar twelve hour sleeping session like last weekend any time soon.

Aftermath

It’s after days like yesterday when you realize that you’re not eighteen anymore, goodness me. Waking up this morning was one thing, getting out of bed in the usual fashion a complete other. I can almost say that I still feel the shape of the seats in that Spitfire imprinted on my back, ouch!

Noticed I said ‘seats’? What I really meant was ‘tubes, a few steel plates with a leather looking wraparound that resemble a seat looking … thing. The comfort, that kind seats usually give you, was only optical in this car. Most comfort came from the thick coat I was wearing. :-)

I’d do it again in a heartbeat, don’t get me wrong, I just need some time to recover. That’s all. It’ll be fun playing snooker tonight I reckon … ;-)