Did you ever(I know you did)have one of those nights where it all seemed effortless and you were smoking by everyone's account? That's what the left brain will do for you if the right brain doesn't get in the way. That right brain is really good at figuring things out like stategy and nuances of your opponent but when it comes down to the actual execution, the right brain sucks. It's called tentative when the right brain takes over. Too careful, every move is thought out, not smooth, not muscle memory. How sweet would it be to have a handle on it and a trigger to bring on the left brain without hinderance and let the right brain do it's thing of over seeing at a distance. Have any of you delved into this part of the game?
Ole Misty,
Your reflection reminds of an old story:
The left side and right side of the brain were having an argument as to who should be more in control, and the eyes overheard them. The eyes asked why THEY couldn't be the boss, since they showed the way to anywhere the body went, they allowed enjoyment of sports and entertainment, and allowed the convenience of knowing where the body was at any time. At this point the ears perked up and said they should be boss because they were needed to hear, allowed music to be enjoyed, and alarms to be heard. The rest of the body joined in, all wanting to be boss:
The mouth said it allowed the brains to talk to people, and without it to eat with, the body would starve; the hands said they qualified because they made it possible to put on clothes, operate a car, open doors; the legs said they were vital and should be boss, because otherwise the body couldn't really go anywhere, especially when running away from nasty things!
At this point the asshole piped up, saying it wanted to be boss, too! The whole body suddenly paused and all the parts just laughed and laughed at the asshole, who was so mortified and just completely shut up.
Three days later, the whole brain was addled, the eyes were blurry, and the ears were ringing. The hands couldn't stop shaking, and the mouth just couldn't stop drooling, with all its teeth loosened, and the legs were so wobbly they couldn't stand up. Finally they all agreed and pleaded for the asshole to be the boss.
I guess the moral is, you don't have to be the brains or do anything to be the boss, just an ASSHOLE.