The Dream Team 2007
Dallas, Texas
Theodore Roosevelt:

It is not the critic who
counts, not the man
who points out how the
strong man stumbled,
or where the doer of
deeds could have done
better. The credit
belongs to the man who
is actually in the arena,
whose face is marred
by dust and sweat and
blood, who strives
valiantly, who errs and
comes short again and
again, who knows the
great enthusiasms, the
great devotions, and
spends himself in a
worthy cause, who at
best knows
achievement and who
at the worst if he fails at
least fails while daring
greatly so that his place
shall never be with
those cold and timid
souls who know neither
victory nor defeat.

From a speech given in
Paris at the Sorbonne in
1910
Ric Justiss / Captain
"Diamond"
Mastery of the Mental Game of Pool

……………  by ric justiss



Pool is a game of nerves where the slightest notion of unworthiness can knock you right off your
game. Like some other things if life, pool is mostly mental.

Some people look at a pool table and see a pool table, with balls arranged upon it in some pattern;
they hold the cue and feel a straight stick, which can be controlled and aimed. Others look at a pool
table and see a large battlefield, with offense and defense, attacks and retreats, with landmines and
casualties and a battlefield filled with heroics and valor. They remember and savor the sweet smell
of victory, and try as they will to forget, remember the near misses and heartbreaking losses.

The problem with being a pool player, is that an inordinate amount of time is spent missing shots.
Miss after miss after miss, and loss after loss after loss, can easily lead to damage one’s self image.
You begin to think you are not good enough or that you don’t have what it takes…that you don’t
belong. You become conscious of people watching you and judging you.

This insecurity cannot be just ignored or set aside leaving a void. It has to be replaced by
something else. I suggest contempt. It is no good to approach the table feeling unworthy, thinking
thoughts like “I’ll never get this,” or “watch me screw this up.” It is all right to say this sort of thing
as it may serve to soften up your opponent and get into his head a bit, but you must never think this
way to yourself. But as you approach the table, no matter how difficult the shot, say “Hmph.” This
should be thought with some force, with narrowed eyes, drawn lips and jaw set. You first must
believe, “I can do this.” “I belong here just as much as any of you people and there is no reason I
cannot sink this shot because there is nothing wrong with me and I am prepared to gut the eyes of
anyone who thinks otherwise.” This simple assertion enables the development of actual skills and
puts you on the road to true confidence. Confidence leads to victory. At least, if nothing else, it is
sure to keep your opponent vaguely frightened of you.

And speaking of opponents, a sense of territory is important. The opponent should be regarded
only as an impostor. Scrutinizing your opponent in a narrow and judgmental fashion such as being
critical of his shoes, estimating his manhood, critical of his bathroom habits or his upbringing or
manner of speech, you can give him some sorry little nickname, like “big ole loser.” It is ok to drag
their sorry characters over the coals in your head, but care must be taken to not over-do it, because
you must maintain an almost affable enjoyment of social intercourse, so that your opponent feels in
some way that your character is larger than his, more generous and more exacting.

In the end, being good enough isn’t good enough. It takes mental toughness. It’s about character.   
It’s about heart.

Finally, at some point, it will happen. You will internalize your intellectual understanding of the
game. Your hours of practice will seep into your subconscious, and into the muscles and nerves of
your body itself. When this transition occurs, no more conscious effort goes into the positioning
and movement of the body. At this point of unconscious knowledge, pool becomes self-expression;
it becomes art.

In addition, to me at least, there are outside influences that make my game better. Some pool tables
are better than others and some pool halls are better than others. You will need to pay attention to
certain aesthetic considerations in choosing an environment conductive to mastery of the mental
game of pool.

I like green cloth tables, not red. Green is calming and beautiful, red is ridiculous and for the life of
me cannot think why anyone would want one. You need good lights over the table. Music is crucial.
It is good to be in a place where the music doesn’t annoy you. I lost a championship game one
league night due to being in an unfamiliar, overcrowded bar with loud annoying music. Food is
important. After trial and error, the only acceptable foods are nachos and onion rings. And playing
pool in a non-smoking environment is downright impossible. It's the perfect occasion for the
occasional cigar.  And, for pool, you need a drink that suits the pace of the game. Not something
that will get you drunk, but something you can sip on for the entire evening and still be ok. If
pressed, I will have to admit that not everyone needs booze and cigars to play well. Many masters
have become so, without both. But for the rest of us, it is as important as the fundamentals. There is
no avoiding it. Pool, a drink and a good cigar are inseparable and should be treated as such. Pool is
a sport that places great physical demands on the body, and if the drink and cigar are starting to be
too much, it is probably time to just give up the game. :)

It is a great game. I love it. Some nights you get in the groove. You are unconscious. And it just
doesn’t get any better. The challenge…the strategy….the chess game…the geometry…the
physics…the luck….the psychological battle of wills….the war. And finally the victory. So sweet. It
happens that way, but first you must believe.