Chip Movin, Home Movin
Such a wild weekend. So Friday night after I got home from work I decided to take a nap because I wanted to be fully rested for my final session before the big move to our new house (since I wouldn't be able to put any more hands in until Wednesday when we get TV, Internet, and phone set up).Staying true to form with for this month, it was another terrible session. I'm sure it's hard for some of you to understand how a "winning player" can go for "this long" without profiting, but I guess it comes back to a phrase that I've read a few times by long time players on 2+2 that goes something like this:
"At some point you'll run worse than you ever thought was possible."
-- it's true. This could very easily be the first losing month I've ever had as a poker player.
On Friday I fell asleep around 5:30pm for my nap and Missy called which woke me up around 10:30pm. I still had a lot of packing up to do before the movers got there at 9:30am Saturday but I knew I had to get a long session in. I fired up some FTP and PS 5/10nl tables and the games were looking good, so I decided to hop on 8 tables to try to maximize my hands per hour. I played and played and never could get anything going. As the hours passed... 1am, 2am, 4am... at some point throughout that I was down 7k. What the heck? Twice I lost with over-fulls where I was deep with a donkey so that was about 3k of it. I can't even remember where the rest of it came from. Even if I did I'm not going to paste the hand histories. I might have 3-barrel bluffed off one stack, or maybe two. I'm told when these maneuvers fail it's good for the image and I'll easily recoup from getting paid off... well that didn't happen. heh.
So before I know it, my alarm is ringing in my ear at 6am and I'm still 7-9 tabling 5/10nl. Around 6:30am Missy calls to make sure I'm awake. When she hears the all-too-familiar "beep beep click click" in the background, she asks if I've been to bed yet. When I tell her "Nope" she knows better than to ask what the damage is hahaha... Smart cookie.
So I decide to give myself 1 more hour to try to make some sort of recovery before I have to finish packing up my shit. Nothing really changes within that hour. My eyes are getting blurry and I'm not concentrating very well, although I'm not spewing or anything. If anything I'm in more of a weak/tight mode. Finally 7:30am roll around, I've lost a couple more big pots to suckouts, and it's time to suck it up and quit.
Final tally: 10 hours, ~6,200 hands, VPIP: 21.5, PFR: 17, -$4,500
For the month I'm at around -$3,000.
So I see this as a test of my resolve. The poker gods can't break me. I don't care how badly I've ran. If I have to drop down limits, fine. I can/have still made some nice coin by playing 3/6nl. I'm still planning on staying at 5/10nl for a bit though. Despite the results of these last couple weeks, I'm confident that I'm one of the better players at these stakes and I'm not going to let all the set under sets or full house under full house or flush draws cracking my sets get to me. I refuse to let the variance break me. I won't be able to get back at them until Wednesday when we get the DSL set up (writing this at work now)... but after that I'm going to be churning out the hands and printing some money...then I'll be "Shippin' It Crucial".
Saturday we got lucky with some awesome weather to move into our new house. Our house is totally balla, if I do say so myself :-). I'm going to put up some pics after we get settled. It took me and the 3 movers I hired about 6 hours total to get all our stuff (from 3 different locations) to our new house. We spent all weekend unpacking and we still have more to go. Missy's parents were a huge help doing all sorts of different tasks.
fo sho,
Aaron
posted by WiltOnTilt at 8:59 AM
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