Once it strikes, it not only affects one shot, it gets in the blood stream and attaches itself to our nerve endings. It makes us super sensitive to the smallest distractions, like being awake and conscious. Syndrome victims become paranoid, distrusting of things like chalk, rails and pockets. Every table is unlevel and every stick is warped. In order to free ourselves of the disorder,we shoot harder, or try position shots that would frighten the Miz.
Difficult shots are somehow more logical than simple ones.
Playing safe seems cowardly. The syndrome tells us to compensate for our incompetence by playing stupid. The truth is, trying to beat the virus directly only makes it angry and more determined to morph our brains into something resembling pond scum. The only cure is focus. Well, obviously it is best to remain inoculated to the disease by staying in focus from start to finish.