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No free Vegas trip this season.
I spent about 11 hours Saturday, and about 6 more on Sunday, attending and playing in the regional tournament for our 8-ball pool league team. Our league is part of the American Poolplayers Association (APA), and it's comprised of thousands of teams across the country. Our region covers parts of LA county, and all of Ventura county...about 240 or so teams total. After a season of strong competition at our local level, we qualified for the Regional Playoffs, held this weekend. We made it to the third tier of a four-tier tournament before we lost this evening, but we were one of only 16 teams to go to the semifinals. Not too bad for a couple old hippies, a 50+ year old biker gal, a couple old yuppies and an airheaded chick in her 20's. The final outcome ends up with 4 winning teams, each of which gets to play in the Nationals in Las Vegas. We were this close |-| to getting into the finals tonight. It was down to the wire, but we got beaten by a better team. So no Vegas for us this year.
This was my first time playing at this level of competition, and it was a fun, but pretty stressful weekend. A lot more intense than our weekly local league matches. Our league uses a "skill level" handicap system, and often a lesser player goes up against a better player, but the better player must win more games in order to win the match. Personally, I'm in the middle of the pack -- a "4" in a rating system that goes from 1 to 7. I lost a match to another 4 yesterday, beat a 5 after a tough fight last night, and let a victory against a 6 just barely slip through my fingers this afternoon. I had made miracle comeback against a much better player, and missed one key shot at the end. (Missed the shot but left the cue ball in perfect position for my next shot on the 8 ball, which would have won the match. I hate it when that happens.)
And aside from buffing out a hollow form, no woodworking this weekend.
I spent about 11 hours Saturday, and about 6 more on Sunday, attending and playing in the regional tournament for our 8-ball pool league team. Our league is part of the American Poolplayers Association (APA), and it's comprised of thousands of teams across the country. Our region covers parts of LA county, and all of Ventura county...about 240 or so teams total. After a season of strong competition at our local level, we qualified for the Regional Playoffs, held this weekend. We made it to the third tier of a four-tier tournament before we lost this evening, but we were one of only 16 teams to go to the semifinals. Not too bad for a couple old hippies, a 50+ year old biker gal, a couple old yuppies and an airheaded chick in her 20's. The final outcome ends up with 4 winning teams, each of which gets to play in the Nationals in Las Vegas. We were this close |-| to getting into the finals tonight. It was down to the wire, but we got beaten by a better team. So no Vegas for us this year.
This was my first time playing at this level of competition, and it was a fun, but pretty stressful weekend. A lot more intense than our weekly local league matches. Our league uses a "skill level" handicap system, and often a lesser player goes up against a better player, but the better player must win more games in order to win the match. Personally, I'm in the middle of the pack -- a "4" in a rating system that goes from 1 to 7. I lost a match to another 4 yesterday, beat a 5 after a tough fight last night, and let a victory against a 6 just barely slip through my fingers this afternoon. I had made miracle comeback against a much better player, and missed one key shot at the end. (Missed the shot but left the cue ball in perfect position for my next shot on the 8 ball, which would have won the match. I hate it when that happens.)
And aside from buffing out a hollow form, no woodworking this weekend.