Yeaman, pool is a great game! Four cheap but serviceable pool tables is a large part of the reason why my local pub is my local pub (it also has a fucking kickarse atmosphere and an appreciable 'honeys-only' policy on barmaids).
The thing I find with pool is that you get into a zone when you play, when your shots start to sink and you go on a roll, and walk calmly round the table from one shot to the next, not hesitating for a second, never in doubt over which shot to take, and the entire room becomes your stage for excellence.
Like most zones (heh) it's a difficult place to permanently inhabit. I find I can get excellent results by drinking Guinness, and occasionally nipping over the road for a spliff. These are the moments when I really, really feel the beat, as the beer and skunk elevate my senses and allow me to see the shapes on the table in astonishing ways, such that when I take my move it is a decision based on the position and spread of all the balls on the table, and it becomes clear that there is usually only one shot that will bring advantage my way.
However the use of artificial stimulants was ever a poor replacement for skill or dedication, and I usually fall out of the zone this way as quickly as I fell into it
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Winners don't use drugs ...