Poker can be brutal...

I feel pretty sick tonight.

I am usually pretty good at handling bad beats, and completely accept the possibility of losing large chunks of cash from hand to hand and day to day.

But what happened during tonight's session hurt.

In the space of 15 minutes I lost 2 pots totalling around £400.

Looking back at the hands now, there really wasn't much I could do to avoid the situations, the hands pretty much played themselves.

Unraised pot: Flop comes down Q Q 4, I have Q K.

There is a couple of checks, and a bet of £10 before the action gets to me.

I make it £30. Short stack hope-a-tron makes it £55 with about £50 behind.

The player who led the flop for £10, calls the raise and has only £80 behind.

I tank for a while, but I don't think I can fold in this spot as these fucking hope-a-trons really play bad, and most the the time my hand is good here, plus they are both short.

I put both all in. Both call. The shorter of the two has 44, the other has Q10.

I get slow rolled by the fucking cunt, and I am also pretty sure the dealer fucked up the pot. Some how the guy who had about £100 total ended up with just under £400.

I was steaming pretty bad after that hand, mainly because of the slow roll (as opposed to losing about £150 in the hand).

Several hands later, some other fucking moron opens for £7. I call on the button with A5 suited.

Flop is 5 5 4. Cut a long story short, there is a bet, raise, a shove, and a call (by me). I find I am up against 6 5.

Guess what the turn card is (it was a fucking 5 for those lacking imagination).

Fuck you and your mother fucking 6 5.

Then to put the fucking icing on the cake, I call a squeeze raise with nines versus Rob. We are FOUR FUCKING WAY to the flop, with Rob in the blinds first to act. He leads half pot into a £160ish Queen high pot.

Every cunt folds, and he tables rags (which formed a gut shot straight draw).

I knew he had shit, but I just couldn't find it in me to ship it on him.

I knew I was steaming, and got the fuck up and went home. Actually winning £39. I was winning over £400, and would of desperately loved to book that win in.

Anyway, fuck it.

I have set out an agenda this month, in terms of my style and strategy. I must admit I am playing very tight, and pretty much getting owned by competent aggressive players. But there is still enough dead money around to pick my spots.

It is out of choice for this month. Not scared money, simply a strategy which I wish to follow. Hugely frustrating when you are getting fucking steam rolled, and missing shit load of value, but its my fucking decision.

If my A5 holds, I book a +£500 night playing like this so ain't all bad.

End of rant.

Rob you are a fucking beast.