Sunday, August 26th, 2007, 1:11 pm
OK, I’m going to remain calm. Really. Earlier this week I had my worst poker session ever, losing 30BB in what seemed like ten minutes. This afternoon, after returning home from our early-morning volleyball game (we lost, ending our year), I managed to lose 30 more in about a half-hour. I have no clue what to do. I can’t win a pot, literally–at one table I lost every penny of my buy-in without winning a single hand. Most of that came when I flopped two pair with K-5, only to have a guy with K-6 hit on the river, and then I lost a ton with Aces when a guy with Jacks turned his set. I was playing two tables and immediately afterwards I had Kings cracked by Jacks, this time the other guy hit on the river. I won’t go into detail about what how I reacted after that hand. Let’s just say that I didn’t yell, didn’t throw anything, didn’t punch the wall…and Ernie still knew enough to run and hide. Cats can sense things.
After the WSOP I was in the mood to play a lot, since I’d played hardly at all in the weeks leading up to it, and I’ve played more this month that I ever have before. And after going way up, I’m way, way down. And I can’t believe it. I know I’m not playing superstar poker, but I’m not THIS bad. I don’t know what to do. I know the losing streak is affecting my game, since I can’t imagine ever winning a pot again. It’s not so much the losing that’s making me crazy–it’s how FAST I’m losing. Though that actually gives me some solace–I’m not playing 85% of hands (like the players who keep winning my money), I’m not limping into pots with junk. The fact that I’m losing so much so fast leads me think (hope, pray) that I’m just in the middle of a sick run of cards.
Sorry, had to vent. I play for fun, I tell myself. I play to flex that part of my brain and gain some insight for my writing. So this is no big deal. In no danger of going bust. Unless this slide continues. Our volleyball picnic is starting about now, free food and beer, and I’m gonna go sit outside with my friends and eat and drink and enjoy the sunshine. And not think about poker. Or buying a camera, which also has me thinking in circles. I’m gonna medicate myself with beer and burgers and, hopefully, when I get home everything will be all right.
Got lots of pictures from the tournament yesterday, including some tasty, NC-17 shots of the pig roast. I’ll post about that tomorrow.
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