Playing for a living can apply an unsustainable amount of pressure, especially during difficult spells. You can find yourself trapped in a very unpleasant place, and at times feel very lonely.
Looking back at my experiences when I was pretty much sole dependent on a poker income, I cringe at all the mistakes I made (not at the poker table, but life choices).
So this week I will fulfill the role of a balanced professional poker player (balanced yet a very high volume and hard working one!).
The week didn't really get off to a good start yesterday (Sunday). I actually got out of bed around 5pm.
I had a cup of tea and a Kit Kat, had a shower, got dressed and made my way to The Vic.
I felt I really wasted the day, this weekend London had the most amazing weather, hottest temperatures, the bluest skies, the women were out in their fucking herds in parks wearing no more than their skimpy little bikinis covering up their...(getting carried away sorry!).
The closest I got to enjoying this "weather" was seat 8 next to Doctor Malic or in bed cuddling up to Arnold (my trustworthly alligator).
Not a good look.
Anyway, so I got to The Vic just in time for the £75 bounty tournament, with only a field of two tables, and a 4k starting stack. I knew my edge was huge, so I registered in to play, and of course as I always look out for my friends I advised Rob to do the same. Incidentally Rob was doing an Issac impression at the time! I swear to god he was!
Cut through to the final table, I busted 5th (top 3 paid), 88 vs A6, for a 16k pot (at 300-600). Same old shit, I was just disappointed because Rob had made the final table (with a healthy stack), and had really hoped to CRUSH HIM heads up.
Oh well, Rob got his money in bad like he has been doing all month (severe sarcasm obviously) with AK vs K4, and got goat fucked (Google: Rob fucked a Goat for more information...).
At least he got some money, what with the prize money and the bounties. I got nothing. Not even a fucking bounty.
So off I went into the cash games stuck £86, meh I am doing nearly £1k in tournaments this year so whats fucking new!
Played through until 6am, and managed to make £111. Giving me a total profit for the day of £25.
Meanwhile I am left with Rob "The Horse" Angood, counting out a profit for the day of over £1k. Must be fucking nice! Good luck to you Rob, hopefully this might be a sign of things to come in June, you have had enough beats to fill your quota for the year.
But for fuck sakes please could you buy some new shoes...
I got myself into a couple of really tough spots, and I still don't know if I made the right play or not. I am finding myself lost during hands, and I really am making some significant mistakes.
Low in confidence and really questioning my game. Rob and Rosh keep talking about this thing called "tells", every time I ask them about a hand, they will say "...did the guy look strong..", or "...did you pick up anything from him...", or "...its very situational...", bla bla bla.
What the fuck? Well I really think I need some help boys, and I would appreciate it if you could spend some time giving me the 101 on tells, as I really do not look for any during my decision making process. My shit is based solely on betting patterns. I suppose its like my diet, all meat no vegetables.
So I finished at 6am , and went for my daily 5k run at the gym at 7am. Felt great. Going to do this all week.
I weight 84.2 Kilos (I think the machine works in kilos), and I want to see how much I can lose this week, by just running more, and eating less.
I am meeting Tiia later this afternoon (play time), before my session at The Vic at 7pm.
A low in confidence but an upbeat Yigit.
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