Provoke Stroke Choke
I love the George Lopez show & I don’t understand how it was ever cancelled. On a Nick at Nite rerun last night, George dreams that his mom Benny (who normally is a ruthless, insulting, mean old broad) was actually a sweet, gentle, loving mom who coddled a young George through childhood. In this upside-down dream, George is the one who plays second fiddle to his best friend Ernie when usually it’s the other way around. Ernie is married to hot Angie instead of George. George is the simple factory worker instead of the factory boss and George is unconfident, weak & introverted — all polar opposites of what his character usually portrays on the show. He wakes from him dream thankful that his mom was rough on him during his childhood because it toughen him up for the challenges that life threw at him in adulthood.
People & challenges in life actually help you grow stronger, help you manage the tough times better and navigate the unchartered paths in life with more ‘COJONES’
I was recently raised to a ‘B’ in Team 9-ball. I’m pretty sure it was an accident but it’s ok. I’m putting on the brave face of ownership. It’s kinda stupid the way the mind is sometimes. A routine 4-ball out when I was a C+ was kid’s play before but now, I look at it, and my peripheral vision sees judgment all around and I SWEAR they are saying, ‘Let’s just see how much of a B she really is!!!”
WACK! WHOOPS! FAIL!
A D+ donkey move escapes my body and boom, I sit in my B speed imposter seat and watch my cool, calm, collected, rock star opponent seal the deal in oh so smooth fashion.
It’s all in the head. The balls aren’t different. The stage is the same. The actors of the play haven’t been recast. It’s all identical, but my damn head isn’t understanding this. It just sees the letter B and it’s FREAKING out!
I see veteran players in the league and do the math in my head and my ‘OH SHIT’ meters starts wailing:
As a captain, it’s my job to tell a newly raised teammates, “It’s just another game dude. You can do it. Don’t even think about it.” But they’re just words and words often can’t permeate the brick wall of fear that builds with a freshly raised handicap.
It really is just one game. It’s just now you gotta OWN the mistakes you make and acknowledge that each additional mistake at the B speed may just cost you the match now.
I’ll forge on because frankly what choice do I have anyway. I’m too passionate about the game to not continue and there’s a part of me that LOVES that I got raised. I have been playing better and more consistent and for some computer program to take note of that, well, I’ll accept the digital compliment.