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I was asked by a WPBA fan to blog about making comebacks in matches that look to be over. Unfortunately I have become known for miraculous comebacks. I would rather be known for miraculous dominating of matches :) I escaped from a doozy while at the Pacific Coast Classic in Lincoln City, OR. I was down 6-0 to Rachel Eliazar and came back to win 9-8.
Here is a synopsis of what was going through my head during the match.
Beginning of the match: Okay let's do this!
First rack: I just ran out and shot the 9 Ball into the rail... f*ck!
Second rack: I'll just play a safety here - oh nice shot opponent.
Third rack: I'll just sit here and watch my opponent snap 9 on the break :(
Fourth rack: Ok. We're okay. One shot at a time until we shoot the 8 into the rail argghhhhhhhh!
Ok, it's time to take a bathroom break and flush it!
Give myself a pep talk. Calm down my racing heart. We're fine. We're fine.
(It's matches like this that get you talking to yourself, sometimes in the third person.)
Ok, I am SOOO ready to go now!!!!
Quickly lose two more racks, one of which sees me dogging the 8.
Here is where it really gets interesting. Here is where I am committing to the fact that I will be quitting pool after this match. I'm sure of it. I think I'm going to cry...
Miraculously, some inner, stronger part of myself takes charge and says "WE ARE NOT GOING OUT LIKE THAT."
My whole demeanor changes. I forget about everything else. I'm just going to play. I am aware that I have had control of the table in most of the games. I am aware that I have the ability to win from here.
Seventh game: The first time getting out is the hardest. But. I. Fight. Through. It. 6-1.
Eight game: An open rack. My recent success gives me the confidence I need to get out more comfortably. 6-2. From here I first believe that I am going to win.
Ninth game: Now it is like a little game, moving the beads over one at a time. It is actually fun. 6-3.
Tenth game: Use my experience to get a quick three-foul win. 6-4.
Eleventh game - Thirteenth game: I can't even remember what happened. It's just so fun to keep moving beads over. Up 7-6.
Fourteenth game: Ah, it couldn't go on forever. My opponent gets a game. I'm not sweating it anymore.7-7.
Fifteen game: Grind out the out to get on the hill. 8-7.
Sixteenth game: Out of line on the 9, I am forced to play safe. It gets a little ugly as we both miss tough shots and leave even tougher shots. This continues until I hang the 9 on a full table length straight in shot. My nerves are back a little but I am relying on my experience to see me through the hill-hill game. Thankful just to be there :)
Final game: A two-way shot on a 1/9 carom leaves my opponent safe. The hit is so tough that she has to take a foul and push the 9 out of the way, but ends up creating another, tougher combination. With ball in hand, I have arrived at the moment of truth... the 9 splits the pocket, praise Jeebus!
I have invested so much energy and emotion in this match that it takes me an hour before I stop shaking, but it is worth it.