Monday, July 23, 2018

Plugging that emotional leak

When you play flop games, it’s very very important to not feel bad about your luck. You can’t feel you’re unlucky or anything like that.  This doesn’t really apply to stud games because people can see you calling with the nonsense so the embarrassment of that is bigger than the feel bad. I felt like this on the last trip and I got crushed...for a while. It was another thrilling trip overall so let’s get into it.

I ate food after work so I had no desire to go to the Noodle Bar(at Foxwoods, obv) so I used my match play/food coupon on roulette. I had 3 coupons and used them for 2 spins, and I lost both. Starting like a champ. I checked out the poker room just in case it looked ok. Cookie Monster was there(who is crazy but probably not quite as crazy as most people assume) and I wanted to get into that game. The problem was there were two Must Move tables to the Main Game and he was older one and I probably would never get to play with him. I ran like crap and lost 415. When you get down to 4 handed and you run JJ into AA on a safe looking board it’s bad news. I decided it wasn’t my night and went to bed.

The next day I got a good gym session in(working out while stuck in the casino is a major sign of strength) and then got an hour of NL in. Plo8 was touch and go but we got it going. I lost 181 in an hour of NL. Plo8 went well. I needed a win. Larry won every pot early but eventually got destroyed. He got very unlucky against me on a J102 rainbow board where he had J10 and I had JJ. The game broke when he left and I did win 357 in about 7 hours. Charlene showed up and we went to the lounge. It’s always cool when she’s there. After I got crushed in NL. I did get a bit unlucky in one hand but I just didn’t like my play. I was feeling sorry for myself and when that happens I call those raises to 25/30 far too often. It’s kind of like I just want to win a good pot to soothe my emotion burden or something. I left the game, went back to my room, and told myself to STOP BITCHING. BIG FUCKING DEAL YOU DONT GET HANDS SOMETIMES IT HAPPENS TO EVERYONE. YOU PUT THAT COLD DECK ON LARRY EARLIER AND NOW YOURE COMPLAING? GET THE FUCK OVER IT! So I did. I slapped myself a few times too.

It didn’t go well immediately and I lost 223 in 2 hours, but I liked how I played. I switched tables but right next to it was 2-5 Crazy Pineapple featuring Shirley AND Cookie Monster! Full table and some of the CP regs weren’t in there either. It went INCREDIBLE. I played some hands well, got lucky in a few, and one held up. Dream scenario I have 457 on a 236 board and I’m against 66 and 62 all in on flop. Some stuff I got a bit lucky on but I recognized it which is important. I left the game around 4AM with all the money and the game immediately ended. I’m not sure if it’s because they consider me the fish or just the guy with all the money. Maybe both. I had to get some rest though because I don’t have a room on Saturday’s.

I actually got the rare Saturday morning gym session in. I had a need. I sacrificed the free lounge breakfast though. I kept up the fight from last night. Over the course of 10.5 hours I won 1273. The HORRIBLE black woman came back(the one whom Bill Potts defends to death even though he’s never once played with her) and she lost 1000 dollars in 8 minutes. Bill said I should keep an eye on her and I did. I literally was texting him everything she did in one hand and while I was doing that in detail she got stacked again. A couple hands later once again. She left the table soon after and I saw her with very few chips over there. Bill thinks I’m biased thinking no black female player can be good, but i marginally disagree. I’ve seen white female players be very good(an ex-girlfriend I met at Fox and Michelle for instance). I’ve never seen a good black female player, but admittedly there are so few and certainly not above the 1-2 level. Possibly she’s the only one I’ve played 2-5 with. Soon the game died out but my bus was leaving in 3 hours. I took care of my box and had Noodles. I saw a guy I used to play HORSE with at Pai Gow playing 3 hands. 30 bucks a piece. Got crushed lost it all. Then he did 60. More losing. Then he played banker and did 200 just one hand. Lost. Back to multiple hands. Lost. Put his last 300 on one hand banker. King high no good. Lost. He then left. After that I checked out poker, wasn’t in the mood to possibly lose, I was tired, games were eh. I took a little nap for 2.5 hours in the eating area and nobody bothered me. After that I went home.

I’m heading to fox on Wednesday this time with my friend to see Lindsey Stirling again. The one who did bad gambles last time. That’ll make for a fun story.

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