Losing Sucks
Not going to post a watchlist or make any prediction because I have nothing new to say. I have the same thoughts as yesterday. Sometimes it comes down to just having restraint and trading g00d. Trade g00d and make money, guys. Easy.
I had some random thoughts about a legendary (euro) football manager yesterday that I scribbled down during lunch at Mile High but I didn't post in the QUBT recap.
Pep Guardiola. He's inarguably the #1 manager in the world for the past decade. He's currently going through the worst losing stretch of his life at Manchester City--something crazy like having one win in his last ten matches. This is the same Manchester City that has owned the Prem for four consecutive seasons. It's unfathomable.
How's he reacting to it? Not great. But it's been fantastic content. Every day on r/soccer, I see new Pep content.
“Do I sometimes lose my head? Yes. I sleep worse and I don't digest food properly now. I always have to eat light. Only soup at night.”
Pep on the cut on his nose and blood stains on his forehead: “I want to harm myself.”
"How many rings did Bulls win without Jordan" Pep on not having Rodrigo and slump in form
“Lost my cool with that gesture at Anfield? I was never cool. Do you know why I was cool? Because I won, we won. The people who won are so cool, so handsome, so nice. When you don’t win it’s completely the opposite....... Pep on Mou's gesture: "But he has won three, I won six."
Pep just hates losing. It's bad for the soul. I feel you man, losing sucks!
I had a 9-ball match last night at Society Billiards. It was against a C- player, the lowest handicap in our league (I am a C+, so C- players would start with 2 games on the wire against me). I used to crush lower handicap players but that's not the case anymore. I lost 7-6 with the last match being a heartbreaker where I just barely missed what would have been a spectacular shot to clinch the match. I think I have lost 6 out of my last 8 matches. It's terrible. It affects my joy for the game.
I last won 4 weeks ago. I remember being down in that match and absolutely miserable. I'm feeling like full, unhinged Pep--I want to harm myself. After a horrible shot where I hung the 9-ball to lose a rack after potting the other eight balls, I pulled our team captain aside and I just unloaded on him. The volume of my speech started at a 5 and escalated to a 9 as I kept ranting.
"I hate this stupid fucking game, I miss every fucking shot, I want to quit." And on and on and on, you get the deal.
And then after that... I played my best rack of the night. Ran out a seven ball layout to tie it up and then won the last one to get the W. For whatever reason, venting it all out just helped me let go of the tension, the worry, the self-loathing, the anger. I try to do the same here in this blog. Just let it go, start new.