I sure hope theirs a Yips clinic or someone actually made there way back from them.
Mine have got worse recently to where I can barely hit the CB let alone pot a ball. Last week I fell off the table and hit the floor, a new low boom boom. It felt like the gas pedal was through the floor and the handbrake was on. I had one leg up on the table stretching for a pot and just couldn't move the cue to strike the CB. Started shaking and the tension around my shoulders etc is horrible. Screamed in my head to go go go and finally launched the cue through the CB. Suffice to say CB and OB took off like rockets. Only good thing was OB flew into the pocket. Barely managed to hold on to my cue to stop it flying into the pocket. Doing that sort of twisted me around and I fell off the table and hit the floor. I should mention I go to the club once a week for around 8hrs and take my Dad with me. This means I don't do any solo practise which is not helping. All this triggered a uncomfortable conversation with my Brother Monday gone. My Dad has Parkinsons which is a ****ty disease and of course he has watched me shaking for the last few months at snooker. The highlight being last week when I fell off the table. Dad is upset as he thinks I have Parkinsons and Brother is worried I'm going to have a heart attack because of the stress the yips is causing at snooker. Have to say didn't see any of that coming. Might be time to join that knitting group i've always dreamt of :dispirited:
Mine have got worse recently to where I can barely hit the CB let alone pot a ball. Last week I fell off the table and hit the floor, a new low boom boom. It felt like the gas pedal was through the floor and the handbrake was on. I had one leg up on the table stretching for a pot and just couldn't move the cue to strike the CB. Started shaking and the tension around my shoulders etc is horrible. Screamed in my head to go go go and finally launched the cue through the CB. Suffice to say CB and OB took off like rockets. Only good thing was OB flew into the pocket. Barely managed to hold on to my cue to stop it flying into the pocket. Doing that sort of twisted me around and I fell off the table and hit the floor. I should mention I go to the club once a week for around 8hrs and take my Dad with me. This means I don't do any solo practise which is not helping. All this triggered a uncomfortable conversation with my Brother Monday gone. My Dad has Parkinsons which is a ****ty disease and of course he has watched me shaking for the last few months at snooker. The highlight being last week when I fell off the table. Dad is upset as he thinks I have Parkinsons and Brother is worried I'm going to have a heart attack because of the stress the yips is causing at snooker. Have to say didn't see any of that coming. Might be time to join that knitting group i've always dreamt of :dispirited:
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