when we talk about pool, it’s hard not to include food as an adjacent topic. or any subject with food as the adjacent topic. food, of course, is paramount to peak performance in pool. allow me to post a short treatise on sustenance and performance.
on second thought, i’ll just post it without anyone’s allowance.
when tournament comes, i find it helpful to eat only familiar foods. basically, foods i’ve eaten plenty times before and found it safe AND palatable, as well as easy on the innards. there’s no worse feeling than to have stomach pains from bad food(s) in the middle of a f~*g match. for me, when in tournament play, i stick with all the safe options. granted the foods i pick may not be healthy (mostly due to availability), but they don’t cause problems to my system. the seasoned veterans pack their own lunches and eat them between matches; this way they can control what food they consume, and tailor the recipe should they have specific needs (e.g., diabetes). however you do it, it’s important to keep ourselves ready by getting some sustenance between play.
funny as this sounds, bland foods are quite good for tournaments. for me, bland foods keep my focus on pool, since a delicious meal’s aftertaste tends to linger in my mouth and on my mind. next thing i know . . . game over. bland foods provide energy but don’t take our minds away from the game. peanut-butter crackers, saltines, bananas, fruits are all pretty good choices. a quick bowl of soup is also decent, provided it’s available near the venue and there’s enough time to consume it. smoothies are good in a pinch. bodybuilders tend to favor protein shakes of various kinds; that can work too. (muscle milk!!)
volume and heaviness also come into play if there’s enough time for a sit-down meal. we can have a heavy-tasting dish, provided the dish doesn’t bowl us over with its strong flavor and give us massive food coma or after-dinner sluggishness. same thing with volume. we eat too much and boom, food coma sets in, and we can kiss the match goodbye. my good friend once went down the san diego area to play this dude (supposedly the gent ran with swanee back then, but don’t quote me on it). i think they played 8- or 10-ahead, 9-ball. after 5-6 hours, no one could get a solid lead, so they decided to break for dinner. well, this gent was, ahem, more well-rounded than my friend. so my buddy purposely ate just a burger (or a couple of small hot dogs, i’m not sure) for dinner. (normally my friend could really pack them away; he almost ate an entire large pizza on one occasion.) the gent ate a considerably bigger meal; several burgers, i believe. when the match rejoined, it took my friend two hours to pull off the win. after the match, my friend went out and ate quite well on the other guy’s dime.
yes, many things in pool may open cans of whupa~*s on us, including a hamburger. or two.