Calling all friends!
k2o4, Apr 20 2008
this will be very depressing if I only get like 2 views... hehe
Hey guys, thanks for replying... feel like I just put out the Bat Signal or something. Anyway, I just reviewed all the hands from my NL100 shot so far and found a bunch of things I need help on. I've created a shitload of threads in the hand forums and really need some solid advice. I don't want to hound people with PM's (though a few of you got some, hehe) so I'm just hoping that this cry for help will get some attention.
Below I'm gonna link all the new threads I started. It would be so great if you guys could go through and give advice on all of these hands. I know there's a lot of em but any help you can give is much appreciated.
Big thanks to all of you who can find the time to give some advice.
As far as poker goes, my last NL100 session was during the day on Friday and it didn't go so well - stacked off 2 times (1 marginal, 1 a cooler) and came out with a 1.5 buyin loss for the session. I didn't lose any pots for more than 40BB other than the 2 I stacked off in, but a decent amount of those didn't feel too good. I feel I coulda made it a win despite the 2 stack offs, but I made some mistakes. Those mistakes are all in the above threads, so hopefully tomorrow I'll have a lot of good reading to do and can restart on NL100 with some leaks plugged!
So still overall in my "shot" and will drop down if I hit 2k. I feel good though and think I will be able to keep moving forward. It will be really nice to break 3K and be sitting on 30 buyins. I'll feel pretty solid then.
Also thanks to everyone for the nice comments on the short stories. I plan to post a few more in the future. Just gotta re-read em and find the good ones so you don't have to waste your time ^^
Cya at the tables guys
Lying
k2o4, Apr 20 2008
Last night I ended up going through a bunch of my old stories and re-reading em, and I realized 2 things. First, lots of them were not even CLOSE to as good as I thought they were, and second, nearly all of them were about sex. I guess that's what happens when a 16 year old reads Bukowski and decides he can be a writer too.
But I found some good ones in there too and am going to keep reposting em in a random way... Today I'm gonna share a story called "Lying" with everyone because an old friend of mine requested it cause it was one of his favorites. Hopefully you guys like it too.... It's a pretty short one that I wrote for a class in college and actually got an A for it, hehe.
Lying
My vision was blurry as I opened my eyes. The white walls and blue curtains around me blended together giving me an impression of a white cloudy sky. The drugs were still affecting me. I blinked several times to clear my sight, and then examined the room around me. I saw a blue curtain to my left, and a white wall to my right. Straight ahead of me was a counter with a sink, covered by a set of cabinets above it. One cabinet was halfway open and I could see rubber gloves and other medical paraphernalia. I looked down at my chest and saw a blue and white-stripped hospital gown. The stripes were vertical and I followed them down to my leg, which was elevated by a harness coming from the roof. My leg was bandaged. Then I realized where I was.
John had told me the drop wasn’t very far, no more than 10 feet. 10 feet was a joke to me. Unfortunately, it had been 20 feet at the least. I had hit the ground with a loud crunch coming from my right leg, audible to all who were in the area. They had rushed me to the hospital, and straight into surgery. They told me they would insert a metal bar into my leg. I should be able to walk again soon, but until then I would be a gimp on crutches. How I loathed the idea of that. I had always been the risk taker, the adventurer, and the tough guy. Now I was the idiot who jumped out of a tree and couldn’t walk for a couple months.
I was sitting and reminiscing when a nurse came into the room. Well, more than a nurse, a dream nurse. Lets just say this was a fantasy come true, the type of nurse you only see in “Nasty Nurses 3, Lets Play Doctor.” She came in and took my temperature, all the while giving me a warm smile. She told me that my parents were waiting downstairs and that she was going to take me to them in a wheelchair. I made no arguments. I was too stunned and drugged up to do much more than drool and nod my head. She helped slide my legs onto the side of the bed, and then gently lowered me into the wheel chair. She rolled me out of the room, and tried to start a friendly conversation. I couldn’t contribute much as my tongue was hanging out of my mouth.
She took me into the elevator and turned the chair around to face the door again. There were two teenage girls in there, about my age of 14. They paid little interest in me. They looked at the nurse with envy, wishing they could look that good. Then the nurse leaned over me to push the button for level 1, and both of her breasts rubbed against my shoulder. Suddenly I felt a rise in me that would soon be evident to all in the elevator. I was excited by her contact, and anxious to hide that excitement at the same time. As I struggled to turn my mind to other thoughts, “Oprah Winfrey in a bikini, Oprah Winfrey in a bikini,” the nurse made another arousing move. She bent at the waist and put her mouth right next to my ear. She whispered into my ear, mentioning how the girls in the elevator were giving me the eye. I lost it then.
It wasn’t what she said so much as the contact. The warmth of her breath on my ear tickled and aroused me. My gown popped up at the crotch, and there was nothing I could do about it. I turned my head to face the nurse and saw where her eyes were staring. As I got bigger so did her eyes, and then she gasped like she had seen a ghost. I looked in the reflection of the silver elevator doors and saw one of the teenage girls elbowing her friend to get her attention. Then all three of them were staring at me. I started hyperventilating since I was so nervous, but they mistook it for sexual panting. The girls began to laugh with hysteria, and the nurse attempted to cover me up. That was a big mistake.
In her attempt to cover my arousal she touched the sensitive tip of it. I was 14 and this was the most sexual contact I had ever been so lucky as to have. And that sexual contact was all it took to give me my first orgasm with another person present. Where the point of my gown was sticking up began to darken as I let loose, and my breath changed from hyperventilation to that of uncontrollable pleasure. The nurse shrieked and pulled her hand back, then tried to bring her hand in again, then retracted it. She pulled of her sweater and threw it on my lap. The girls were out of control now, gasping for air and clinging on to each other for support. The nurse was disgusted and appalled. Then there was a “ding,” signifying that we had reached the first floor.
The door opened and the nurse pushed me out with amazing quickness. As soon as she had cleared the threshold she looked both ways, and spotted a friend. She called for her friend to come over, and asked them to take me the rest of the way to the lobby. My head was bowed in shame, and the girl’s heads were rolling with laughter. The friend took me the rest of the way to my parents. I never had such an embarrassing moment in the rest of my life.
The campfire lit the faces of my friends as the night air chilled our bodies. I finished retelling this story with a smile on my face. They were all laughing hysterically. Their faces showed shock, disgust, and amazement at what they had just heard. I smiled back at them. Not because I found this funny too, but because I knew every word I had just told them was a lie.
That's it - hope it was entertaining. And as always, plz leave a comment on your way out!
Hungover, oh so hungover
k2o4, Apr 19 2008
"Beer before liquor, never been sicker. Liquor before beer, you're in the clear."
I didn't heed that age old wise advice last night and took a few shots after already having had several beers, then followed those shots up with several more beers. Not feeling the greatest this morning to say the least. I'm gonna go downstairs and make some food and then my GF and I are gonna watch Apocalypse Now which just came in the mail from netflix. Great flick but she's never seen it.
Also I made a drunken blog post last night at like 5am that I wanna bump back up cause no one got to see it. Sooooo please scroll down and check that one out!
I Fail
k2o4, Apr 19 2008
No pics. Great night but no pics. Of course, not a milkman night. Didn't nearly get with some random hotti while her fat sister cock blocked me.... guess that I've oddly been there and done that and am glad I don't have to do it anymore. Instead tonight I spent a great evening with my GF by first going to a pretty sweet show. A friend of mine is in a pink floyd cover band so we went and watched him play to a full house at a famous theatre here in Denver. I didn't realize that I knew so few pink floyd songs.
We left that and met up with an old childhood friend of mine who is finishing his last year of college and getting whatever degree architects get. It was a great night of reunions with middle school friends who I hadn't seen in ages. But nothing crazy, just good old holesome fun.
So to make up for it, I'm gonna post a short story that I wrote a LONG time ago. I used to fancy msyelf to be a writer and I put out a shitload of shortstories, even wrote a full novel. I think it will be fun to replay them to a new audience, so here we go, the first installment of the k2o4 childhood teenage ridiculous stories. They definitely were not written very well and I took a LOT of grief when I first shared em, but some came out semi-entertaining and I think it will be fun to repost em now. And hell, it is MY blog, so fuck anyone who doesn't like em!
The first story will be.... "Hiding In The Closet"... here we go:
| | I was 16 years old attending my last year in public high school and I had been recently pushed into insanity. Of course a girl had driven me there, into the madness. Females will be the death of the world. Finally I had gotten a taste of casual pussy and I loved it, but she cheated and lied, breaking my heart and pushing me into that dark, scary, yet comfortable in a twisted had to be there sort of way, place we call craziness. I think I have been crazy ever since. Never did I fully recover.
I had dumped her with much authority. "Never want to see you again!" was how I put it. A couple of days went by and then I had some friends over. Women drank while men chased and poured shots. I took a cute blond that I called Melanie upstairs to my room and she sucked me off like I had never experienced. My ex was an amazing cocksucker, and she would deep throat everything till I was clogging up her esophagus. Her tongue would massage and teeth never interfered. Melanie couldn't deep throat, but what she lacked in sword swallowing ability she made up for with a desire to please.
While head from my ex was like a loving massage, head from Melanie was true sucking of dick. She was crazy on the cock, and she sucked like it was a straw for a big gulp. It didn't go down her throat, but she bobbed her head up and down while sucking me so hard I was afraid my dick would just pop off and slip down into her stomach. At the same time her hand, which looked so small wrapped around my base, would jerk up and down with vicious speed. When I came she didn't slow down, but actually sped up, like the cum had given her extra energy. Maybe she felt like she had been sucking at a clogged straw and finally what she wanted was coming out, so she just sucked harder. My cock was sensitive after the orgasm and god it felt so good that it hurt as she sped up and I began squirming all over the bed. She sucked every last drop and wanted more, but I had none to give so she went harder and faster while I yelped and screamed and finally had to stop her by yanking her head off of me, "God woman you're like a vacuum cleaner, I’m done, you’re going to swallow me whole!"
That was last night. Today I relaxed. Around lunchtime my mother offered to go get my brother and I sandwiches from the local deli. It was summer and the breeze was calming and so was the day, and sandwiches sounded amazing so we sent her on her way. No longer had she left that the phone rang and I answered.
"Hello."
"Hey, Tony? It’s Christine."
"Hey girl." Christine was a friend of mine. She was friends with the ex also; she had always been our middle man.
"What ya up to?" she asked me
"Well I’m waiting here for a sandwich and planning to get drunk tonight. If you ditch that bitch Jen (the ex) you can come drink with me."
"Actually, I’m here at the high school with Jen and Lynn and Jen wants to talk to you in person."
I was angered yet intrigued to hear this. I was very much in love with Jen.
"C’mon I thought you knew better than to call me on errands for that bitch."
"I know but she's all high and wouldn't stop bugging me."
"Well tell her no fucking way."
"Ok, ok, but between you and me I’m pretty sure she just wants to go have sex with you.”
Now, I had vowed never to talk to Jen again, but… sex is sex. Every pussy you turn down is a pussy you wish you had accepted later.
"Alright, but my mom won't let her up here. But she just went to get food so I’ve got about 15 minutes. I'll come pick you guys up, and then Jen and I can 'talk.’ But you guys will have to sneak out the back, k?"
"She's fine with that."
I drove down past the green lawns and happy Boulder hippie houses, the orderly world where kids played in their driveways and dogs shat on neighbor’s lawns, past the size compensating SUVs and well cared for gardens, so I could pick up the source of my insanity and fuck it. The whole ride up Jen giggled and giggled while I kept checking her out. She had on a whore’s outfit, shorts so short I could see her ass and a tube top that barely covered her nipples. She giggled, a high little girl with my heart sitting in one of the pockets of her miniature shorts.
We got to the house and I left Christine and Lynn with my brother and pushed Jen up the stairs. I followed her up with that ass in my face and I kissed her thighs which were baby skin smooth, and she sighed. We got into my room but I didn't have a lock on my door and I didn't want to get walked in on in case my mom got home early. I pushed her into my closet, which was a walk in one, and pulled her shorts off. I laid her on the floor.
It was still a pretty small space and her head was right up against the wall. I pulled my pants down just enough and stuck myself inside, already hard from watching that ass up the steps. No condom since she was on the pill. Her head was by the wall, which made it so that each time I pumped into her, her body slid across the floor and her head slammed the wall with a loud thud. Normally I would have said sorry and repositioned us, but we were broken up, she had cheated on me, and I was crazy now. So I would pump and she would moan in pleasure, then her head hit, thud, and she would say "ouch," and then I’d pull out to pump again and she would moan with pleasure. Back in and another moan and so the circle continued. A symphony of noises, "ooooooh" then "Ouch" then "oooooohhh" with another "ooooohhh" and then Bam went her head and "ouch" came from her lips. The thuds were loud enough that they heard it downstairs.
We went at it and I didn't watch her face, I watched what felt like a seesaw of power being transferred. It originated in my hips and went out through my cock and then I pumped into her and I watched the force flow through her body, up to her head, hit the wall and get turned around, flow back into my cock, push me out of her till the tip was at the edge, and I would plunge and shoot the energy back. A teeter-totter of force. It felt mystical. The whole time I watched the transfer and the closet was dark on a hot summer day, her skin was tanned and I could see her faint bikini line, her pussy was shaved leaving a little strip in the middle. Her legs were straight out to the side, knees touching walls, and each pump I thought "BAM" in my head. "BAM" like hitting a ball with a bat, real force with it. Then I pulled out and came on her thin little line of pubic hairs. I hoped that they would be nicely stuck together later.
We got up and replaced our pants. She grabbed me and kissed me deeply with love and passion. We hadn't kissed before or during the sex. Then she gave me a note and left, rubbing the top of her head, out the backdoor she went with her friends, and my brother went with them.
"I'm gonna go smoke some weed with these girls real quick," he told me. I went back upstairs, took a breath, and read the note.
I figured it would be apologizing, begging me back, trying to win back who I am and what I had. I couldn't quite imagine what I had, but I liked to pretend it was something. But the note wasn't begging, it wasn't loving, it was a pure guilt trip. She had cheated on me but she made me feel like it was because I forced her into it. She lied to me but somehow the note made me feel like it was my fault that she lied; that I didn't let her tell the truth. By the end of the note I was flipping out, unable to decide if I was mad at her for trying to guilt trip me or if I really felt guilty. I went to the window and looked out back, and there she was, still here, smoking weed with my brother. I watched for a bit, starting to love her again, feeling that I was wrong in sending her away. Then she started flirting with my brother. I couldn't hear it, but I know how she looks when she flirts. The hair-toss back, the little smiles, the leaning, the body language.
I rushed outside and started yelling, "Get the fuck out of here you bitch, whore, you slut leave now!" and I pushed her through the back gate. I was stark raving mad, a lunatic and she wasn't going to take it. She yelled back, "Minute man! You call that a fuck? That was bullshit!" and I yelled back and pushed her till she was gone. "I can't believe I even wasted my cum on you, worthless slut!!"
I went back into the house and bumped into my mom walking in the garage, sandwiches in hand. Just in time.
That night Melanie came over again, and I took her back upstairs after a few drinks. We were drunk and we kissed and she did her thing her way, but it wasn't Jen and I couldn’t help but keep thinking about Jen. How her head hit that wall. Melanie went down and turned the vacuum on again. I hadn't showered. I wonder if she could taste Jen on me. |
Hope that was entertaining. I think I'm gonna slowly repost all my old short stories, but try to avoid posting the truly horrible ones. I just re-read this for the first time in years and laughed my ass off. I'm not crazy anymore and I thank my amazing girlfriend for that. If you've checked my blog before you've seen her in pics and she is the best thing that ever happened to me. I'm so glad I don't live this lifestyle anymore. In terms of blogging what I do now is "boring" but as far as living, it's the best thing a guy could have. I'm such a lucky SOB.
I'm Back! (and pics)
k2o4, Apr 17 2008
Well the good news is I'm back to NL100 and am playing solid winning poker there! But let's not get into that yet... first pics. My GF and I have decided to get a new smaller camera that we can take with us when we go out, cause the camera we have now is massive and fancy (my GF is pro photographer rite) so we can't really take it partying or anything for fear of losing it and the pain of carrying it. Once we get the new cam I should have pics more consistently, and of cooler stuff. For now we'll just have to make due with these!
We went out to Boulder again last weekend cause the weather was awesome and I just wanted to be outside. We hit up a park and had a Chipotle picnic, then laid out in the sun and read for a bit. Got a call from my friends and they met up with us at the park and we hung for a bit tossing the frisbee, smoking cigars and bullshitting.
And something occurred to me - if we hadn't grown up together there's no way we'd all be hanging out. Just looking at the 4 of us we were such an odd group. Know how you normally see friends hanging out that all look pretty much the same? Like these guys:
I know... overused pic, but it fit what I was saying perfectly. THESE GUYS LOOK LIKE THEY'RE FRIENDS RIGHT?
When I was young my group of friends all did the "thug" style and it was clear that we were all in the same crew. Now we're grown up and have gone our separate ways, and man we do NOT look like we should be together. Let's look at the pics with this info in mind:
DISCLAIMER: I feel bad cause these don't make my friends look too good, so I do wanna say that when they go bar hopping and partying they don't look close to as scrubby. I basically always look like shit, so there's nothing I can say to salvage the pics of me. Go on now, enjoy a few laughs you bastards
We start with my friend Logan who is a real estate agent that started his own company which has done very well. He was always the guy in our group who spent the most time at the gym, but he's getting old and lazy and outta shape. Now compare him to...
Oobley, or, Bobby, but we call him Oobley cause of some fucked up face plant he does at the pool everytime we let him near the diving board. He works for a moving company. Then we go to...
Marshall! One of my best friends who grew up poor surrounded by crime due to his brothers, but was able to get into the New York Film Academy and graduate. He lived in NYC for the last 5 years and went from a "thug" to I dunno what, lol. Now he does web design. Lastly...
ME! I dunno wtf I am - skater turned thug turned jock turned BW geek turned wannabe poker player.
Anyways, here's some frisbee shots. I took this and am very proud of my amazing timing!
Marshall goes for the between the legs catch... he failed but it was fun to watch him try and take a shot to the shin in the process.
And here's our picnic area and my lady lying around while we BS'd.
Yeah, we do NOT look like we should be hanging out together. Not one bit.
Ok, moving on to poker! I built the BR up to a little under $2,400 and decided to take a NL100 shot yesterday. It went ok despite running bad and I made a half a buyin. Got overconfident though and after a break I sat down and got into the most horrendous session I've had in a long time. I quickly lost 5 buyins, first to bad luck and then to spew... eventually got out of the downward spiral and won most of it back and came out with a 2 buyin loss for the end of the night. Felt very disillusioned and went to bed.
This morning I woke up and tried again but made 2 stupid mistakes and came out with a 1 buyin loss. I left the tables really quick after seeing that I was about to tilt. I took a break and spent some time talking to myself and realized that I was way too anxious. I wasn't calm, I wasn't patient, and I wasn't playing my A+ game at ALL. I was just anxiously waiting for the next hand to play that might make me money. I'd totally lost my cool.
So I got in touch with a friend and he saved me. He was kind enough to sweat me for 1.5 hours and I got a feel for the flow of NL100 and how to handle the new aggression. We took in a buyin and a half and I felt great. Then I did another solo session later tonight and won another buyin despite losing a buyin in a marginal spot right at the beginning of the session.
This means that I've had 3 winning sessions, 2 losing ones, and my BR is exactly where it was when I first started my shot, lol. Well, that's not totally true, I'm up to $2,437 now... so slightly up in my BR, haha. But the important thing is that I'm feeling confident about how to play NL100 now. I've adjusted my game from what I was doing @ NL50 and feel like I can keep playing solid winning poker @ NL100 AND I have a big enough BR for it. If I run really bad and drop below 2K I'll regrind NL50. But I think I will be able to play well enough to at least break even and most likely win... now I just need that heater which has eluded me for the last 2 months!
And we can't forget the standard routine of putting pictures to the words of my poker story!
Here's the sweat session + the solo session I did later (posting this separately cause I consider this to be me playing good poker and the other shit to be my freak-out spew fest):
And here's everything from my NL100 shot so far:
Oh, almost forgot... if you haven't seen it you should check out Big_Rob_48's blog... trust me, it's worth it. Best thing I read all day ^^ And also big thanks to sniderstyle for being the coolest person on LP!
Wow, long enough. That's all. Leave a comment on your way out!
Abusing Fish
k2o4, Apr 15 2008
WTF HUGE FISH!
I think the biggest thing I've changed in my play style is that when I'm playing 4 tables I focus on ranging my opps and trying really hard to figure out their hand, and then adjusting everything I do according to what their likely hand is and what type of player they are. That leads me to taking some very weird lines sometimes, especially vs the fish. Vs standard players I tend to do standard things, though I try to figure what they have and if they have a hand and I have one, I just go for value town, where if I have a hand and I think they have dick, I try weird shit to induce calls/bluffs. But with the fish I do shit that I normally would never do... case in point is the following hand:
Philly was playing @ 80/0/0.7 over like 50 hands. I was trying hard to watch as many of his hands as possible and figured out that he'd call a flop cbet with any pair or draw and was an overall station. He would donk halfpot into the PFR in 3bet pots with mediocre hands like middle pair and call a raise. Knowing all of that I ended up doing a very weird line in the following hand.
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Preflop: I was glad to call knowing that philly would almost certainly overcall, plus the raiser was deep and a nit so it made him easier to play against postflop. It turned into a nice family pot anyway.
Flop: I considered donking cause I figured that there was a chance of getting philly to call and maybe a raise from the PFR, but I decided to check cause I figured if it checked around I could call the cbet and philly would probably overcall. But when philly donk'd I automatically figured him to be on some sorta mid PP or a flush draw. So I decided to min check raise cause I knew he'd call that raise with any crap hand.
Turn: The turn I thought there was a good chance he had the flush so I figured I'd make a small bet to get value from PP's (which I was sure he'd call with) and get an all-in raise from his flush. It also set up my river move...
River: I basically put him in but don't fully shove knowing that a flush is coming with me for sure and figuring that the weird line will get him suspicious enough to call with lots of mediocre hands, plus he's a station so fuck it right?
I never min check-raise but this just seemed like the perfect time to do it. And the tiny turn bet was weird as hell but I figured it was perfect for him. Hell, maybe I am overthinking this and he woulda stacked off if I shoved the flop and I just risked missing value, but I feel like the moves like this that I'm doing are definitely increasing my winrate.
My biggest problem right now is how to handle aggro players who aren't maniacs. Guys who play like 35/30 or 45/35 and so on and have an idea of how to play postflop. I can't seem to 3bet them light cause they always call the 3bet, and often get into 4bet wars. So what I tend to do is just tighten up a lot vs em. I am ok vs utter maniacal moronic super donks who play like 70/50 and so on - I just uber nit it up and only play hands I'm willing to get all-in preflop with and just hit them with uber aggression everytime I'm in a hand. But it's the guys who are above regular LAG and below super maniac that fuck me up.
Anyway, that's all for now. The overall update is that I finally won a few buyins after 3 days of breaking even, so that's nice. 3 buyins away from my $2,500 goal before taking shots @ NL100. Let's hope I make those 3 buyins in the next few days and then hit a super heater when I take my NL100 shot. I've said that a million times now and am hoping that if I keep wishing for it then it will happen!
Break Even
k2o4, Apr 15 2008
According to EV I should be up, but if I'd avoided about 10 mistakes over the last 3 days I'd be up a little anyway. Haven't run especially horrendous so that's good, though I don't seem to get paid off very often lately and I run horrible vs shortstacks. I can't wait for the day that I get it in pre vs a 15BB stack with AK and it wins the race vs his small PP. Haven't seen that in ages. Hell, I rarely even see AK hold up vs AT these days in the shortstack races. At least I'm not having that sort of luck in big pots - Pretty much every time I hit a big hand and get it in I hold, so that's been quite nice.
Graph time:
I am playing 4 tables most of the time and usually 300-500 hand sessions, so for 3 days this is a decent # of hands for me. Played 1 really long 1,700 hand session last night with a tiny profit at the end. Oh well. Good thing is that I'm overall still up, which is a good feeling after being down so many times in the past. I think this has been a stretch of walking the line. I feel like a few less mistakes and I'm up 4-5 buyins, and a few more mistakes and I'm down 4-5 buyins. The thing is, I think that I've avoided a lot of mistakes that I'd normally make which has me breakeven right now opposed to in the negatives like I used to be. If I can clean up my game a bit more I can take a cold run of cards and still make some nice profit.
HomeGame-Aments
k2o4, Apr 13 2008
Last night I managed to donk off a few buyins in another one of our sMeee home games of madness. These usually come together when Caleb (crownroyal here on LP) gets drunk and starts harassing me to set one up. We're long time friends from BW days and are both in sMi together, and there's a lot of other poker players in sMi with us so we take his drunken desires and manifest them into maniacal games of NL10 with sMi peepz. Last time we got our table up to about a $30 avg pot with around 45% of people seeing the flop, and waitlist 10+ people long. It was pretty hilarious. Last night I was only kind of drunk and wasn't attempting to keep up with Caleb's 72/68/5.5 stats, so our table didn't achieve the same sexiness as last time. Oh, and he 3bet like 44% as well. Fucking monster.
Next time I gotta take some SS's or record the TS convo. It turns into a pretty fucking fun and hilarious time. I always end up losing in these cause I am clueless on how to play vs the insane aggression other than to just nit it up, but while drinking it's hard to be disciplined about that kind of shit. I also start thinking that we're all leveling each other and I over level or something and make insane calls that are clear folds any other day, but they never pay off, hehe.
It was fun though as by the end of the night we had me, caleb, fakesteve, nero, aurious and dada on one table and mostly donating money to nero and caleb, hehe. We only managed to get our Avg pot size up to like $13 last night, mostly thanks to nero deciding to try and be more gosu than caleb - and in our game, being gosu means that you have the most aggro stats.
Played a session of NL50 today and recouped my losses from last nights homegame. Gonna get back to grinding and hopefully be taking my NL100 shots in the next 7 days, depending on how the luck goes. So far I've avoided coolers in big pots which has lead to a steady influx of money for once. Let's hope that continues through my NL100 shot!
Rainkhan PS Avatar lol
k2o4, Apr 12 2008
So while sessioning today I stumbled on a table where something jumped out at me right away...
What a super celeb eh... and such an intimidating avatar!
I wonder if it's an LP guy or if there is some random fish out there who's favorite player is Rainkhan... lol. I've seen Negreanu, Antonius, Ferguson, Brunson, and moneymaker avatars before, but never Rainkhan.
Anyway, I broke the Friday night curse yesterday... see, for ages I always rush home to my computer on Friday/Saturday night thinking "Omg all the drunk fish this will be mad crazy money ez rite?" and then a few hours later I've played thousands of hands and am down like 2-4 buyins. I never have a winning night on the weekends. I think there have been 3 big reasons as to why this happens to me:
1) There's so many loose tables that I get greedy and instead of sticking to 4 I wanna play them all and end up doing 8-12 and then playing worse poker cause I'm not paying as much attention.
2) Since I'm playing so many tables I fail to properly adjust my game for the fish and just keep playing like I normally would, which is bad cause super loose drunk fish are either over aggro or insanely stationy. Bluffing them is a very bad idea and I end up doing stupid 2nd barrells and so on.
3) And obviously I just run bad. Duh. =)
But last night was different! I spent some time getting my focus set before I played, then forced myself to stick to 4 tables and play my best game. It worked out as I stacked several fish really quick and took in 3 buyins and called it a night, went and ate food and watched TV with the GF. They were showing an oldschool black and white version of "Great Expectations" on PBS that we stumbled on while channel surfing and we watched that. After that was over we watched some "Parental Control" on MTV which is ONLY fun to do when you have someone with you who you can complain to - I like to bitch about how fucking FAKE it is. I swear they are all actors. It's all scripted. It's the fakest reality show ever. I hate it with all my heart, but for some reason still watch it. I'm such an american.
Had another session today that went pretty well. Things didn't click for most of the session but I avoided any serious losses, folded a couple solid hands like TpGk and the guy showed AA, so I was happy with my play. Here's my results since my last blog post:
So things are going well. At about $2,185 right now. I feel like I will take a shot @ NL100 when I hit about $2,500. If it goes well I'll stay up there, if it goes bad I'll go back to NL50 and try again when I get back to 2.5k, and if it goes horrible I'll just play NL50 till 3k.
That is all. You may leave now, but leave a comment on your way out. ^^
Getting Close
k2o4, Apr 11 2008
This has been a very trying time for me since February - Everything looked good as I had a 6K BR, shots @ NL200, and was moving into a new apartment with my GF. But then a downswing started, I lost my poker edge during the chaos of moving, and the next thing I knew I was 30 BI's down in NL100. I cashed out 1K and tried to rebuild my BR with 20 BI's @ NL100... and the downswing continued and tilt ensued. I hit a low point of $950 about a week ago and was yet again ready to give up on poker (I can't say how many times I just wanted to give up on it all).
I've been boosted by a $650 bonus that I cleared yesterday and some kicking a bunch of ass @ NL25. I restarted NL50 yesterday and had a good start till this morning, then hit an afternoon shitty session of about 450 hands, but was able to recover for a winning day anyways. My BR now sits @ $1,950 and I'm on the verge of being back where I was, but now I'm at that level with my head on straight and playing better poker than I ever have before. I think I'll continue in NL50 till at least $2,500 before I start taking NL100 shots again, cause 20 BI's just isn't enough of a cushion to allow me to play my best.
So here's a graph of NL50 since I restarted it and also the PT stats (though it's all in HoldemManager which I switched to recently).
The biggest thing I've learned throughout this experience is that my personal mental state has more affect on my poker results than anything else. It's much more important than knowing fancy tricks or even being a great player in terms of having lots of poker skill and knowledge. Once you hit a certain level and know how to play basic winning poker then you will win if you do it - but it's the mental state that causes me to stray into losing. A few times I caught myself thinking "I know so much more about poker now than I did a few months ago and am a much better player, but I'm losing now and was winning then, wtf?" Looking at it now the difference is that back then I knew how to play basic winning poker and I had my head on straight. I was able to control my emotions and make the proper decisions, avoid tilt and stay disciplined. Recently I've been tilted from the downswing and then freaking out about every losing hand cause it was effecting my BR so strongly.
I also realized that I wasn't as good as I thought I was... hehe. I've learned a lot of new tricks and improved my hand reading ability. The bad thing is that when I first learned all these new things I kept applying them in the wrong places. Now that I got my emotional control back I am able to restrain myself from being spewy by being fancy. It's pretty sweet.
So I better go knock on wood now cause I'll probably downswing and tilt my entire BR away at my next session cause of this big brag. Damn.
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