Out of Touch
The past couple of nights have been very disappointing for me. I have always heard the old saying of “Use it or Lose it”. I have associated this saying with talents that I had worked to achieve such as musical ability and basketball. I have always been rather competitive in these areas even if I took an extended period of time away. But these are not the areas of my disappointment.
Pool: I used to be The Miz
On Friday night I met some friends out and we played a few games of pool. I did not realize how badly my game had gotten. In the matter of a year I had gone from a decent player, to absolute garbage with a pool cue in my hand. It was rather embarrassing as the girls we were with made me look like I have never played the game before. My first shot consisted of me missing the ball I was aiming for and launching the cue ball around table. The worst part is that I began this episode by explaing to my friends how I would destroy them. Open mouth, insert das boot.
Result: Lost all four games I played in including twice to an all female team.
Bowling: They don’t call me Kingpin for nothing.
As if I did not learn my lesson enough on Friday night. Last night we went bowling. Again I began to explain to people how I was a decent bowler. My first throw rocketed down the lane and went directly into the gutter!! I followed that in the next frame with a double goose egg. They call me Big O, but it should be Big Zer-O after that performance. My bowling skills disappeared faster than government surplus from the Clinton administration.
Result: 94 pins of a 160+ average.
Darts: Does Anybody Really Throw Straight?
My English roots lead me into playing darts / cricket back in college. My uncle is a nationally ranked player in England and he showed me a couple of tricks. I thought of all games I would be able to hold my own in this. WRONG, WRONG. This was by far the worst of the three experiences. My darts were hitting everything but the board. I spent more time putting the broken pieces back together than I did throwing them.
Result: DNF frustration reached an all time high.
All of these games were played in front of some people who were eager to point out my deficiencies. This only added to my frustration. I lost my touch, but I am determined to get back what was once mine.
Pool: I used to be The Miz
On Friday night I met some friends out and we played a few games of pool. I did not realize how badly my game had gotten. In the matter of a year I had gone from a decent player, to absolute garbage with a pool cue in my hand. It was rather embarrassing as the girls we were with made me look like I have never played the game before. My first shot consisted of me missing the ball I was aiming for and launching the cue ball around table. The worst part is that I began this episode by explaing to my friends how I would destroy them. Open mouth, insert das boot.
Result: Lost all four games I played in including twice to an all female team.
Bowling: They don’t call me Kingpin for nothing.
As if I did not learn my lesson enough on Friday night. Last night we went bowling. Again I began to explain to people how I was a decent bowler. My first throw rocketed down the lane and went directly into the gutter!! I followed that in the next frame with a double goose egg. They call me Big O, but it should be Big Zer-O after that performance. My bowling skills disappeared faster than government surplus from the Clinton administration.
Result: 94 pins of a 160+ average.
Darts: Does Anybody Really Throw Straight?
My English roots lead me into playing darts / cricket back in college. My uncle is a nationally ranked player in England and he showed me a couple of tricks. I thought of all games I would be able to hold my own in this. WRONG, WRONG. This was by far the worst of the three experiences. My darts were hitting everything but the board. I spent more time putting the broken pieces back together than I did throwing them.
Result: DNF frustration reached an all time high.
All of these games were played in front of some people who were eager to point out my deficiencies. This only added to my frustration. I lost my touch, but I am determined to get back what was once mine.
posted by O King at
11:58 PM
1 Comments:
O, I just laughed so hard, my belly hurt! Thank you. I think I was able to laugh because the experiences you describe are so universal. I hope you get your groove back soon my friend!
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