Happy Memorial Day and all that Crap...

First let me wish everybody a happy and thoughtful Memorial Day. The reason and logic for it seems to have been totally lost by most everybody these days - especially those that we have elected to govern us. But, I have pretty much given up on being concerned about politics as they can all pretty much go to hell as far as I am concerned. Well, now that I have cheered everybody up, this is how my week is going...

My week has not been going well at all. Early in the week, I pulled a groin muscle, or something, and have been dealing with it for days. It seems to come and go with my moods and activities - Hum, there maybe something to that...

I didn't feel it when it happened, so I don't know if I did it carrying heavy stuff, or what. I know that yoga brought it out, as you stress most body parts when doing yoga. So, I haven't been doing my daily yoga for a few days and that always makes me feel down - or better said, not up as it usually does.

I played in both weekly tournaments this week and sucked in them both. The medical problem seems to be irritated by playing pool, or by the level of concentration usually required, and was a real bother. That and bad luck and weird people. On Tuesday night, I first got beaten, I think for the first time, by Dr. Dave, the psychologist. He is a good player and I tried to play very clean to gain his good graces, as I like him, and ended up loosing by a narrow margin. Then, I had to wait and finally played this totally drunk belligerent A**hole. This guy drove me nuts and was the luckiest idiot I have ever played. We played a race to 5 games and he didn't make over 10 balls in the whole thing. He just kept making these outrageously lucky 9-ball combos, hooking me, and generally driving me crazy with his BS. I was glad to be out of it.

Then, after I had calmed down for a while, Dr. Dave wanted me to play with him to warm him up and we played for a while and we got real friendly for a change. He is really a interesting guy when he doesn't get all crazy. Then, he had to play for one of the final matches, playing Tony, another good player, and started really loosing it as he had with me in the past. He started breaking the rack with Tony still over it, again and again and they ended up getting into a little fight - well sorta like a baseball fight - but with pushing and shoving. Dr. Dave really needs some serious anger management training - he lost all my new found respect right there. So, the Tuesday night tournament sucked all the way around...

Then, I got up very early Wednesday morning and went fishing as it was the first good weather day for a while. I ended up catching these two little fish - a 3'er and a 4'er - which was very depressing and ended up hurting my groin problem much more by carrying all that heavy fishing gear. I am getting pretty tired of not catching any large fish all year. The one Brother Don had on last week was the first decent sized fish I have seen hooked up all year and its getting pretty old...

Anyway, I came home, got cleaned up and went to the Wednesday night 8-ball tournament after Pam left to help out her friend do some cooking for the FFA at the local high school. I was playing much better, but the groin problem was really bothering me to the point that I was pretty much consumed by dealing with it mentally - which is not conducive to good concentration. I made a couple of mistakes playing good players and ended up getting 5th in a large tournament with all the really good players. But, I should have won it and would have if I wasn't in so much pain.

So, I pretty much laid low on Thursday and recovered. I did some tinkering with my fishing gear and tested some new parts I had gotten to be sure they were up to big fish - if I ever get one again...

Then, on Friday, Pam talked me into going fishing again... I guess it was a residual from something she had learned at her Bible study group Thursday night, about living every day to the fullest. Anyway, I got up and was out when she got up to go to work and spend the day fishing again with no hookups - again... I have got to figure out where all the big fish went. This is driving me crazy. So, next week, after all the Memorial Day craziness dies down, I am off to track down the fish again, instead on just always going to my favorite place, DaHole. I will find them, as I did last year. I wish there was some source available to let me know their schedule or game plan. But, I guess the few that know what is going on, aren't talking about it. That is the way it is here in Da (nappy headed) Ho...