Just got done playing my daily quota of 10,000 hands online. Easy life.
Grinding rake to pay rent, that's what its got to eh? Oh god! Its not as bad as it sounds I swear.
I fire up 12 tables of 6 max cash games, and 3 or so tournaments on the side. I then proceed to click away like a zombie.
I am going to hit it hard in January, my goal is to rake back $3,000. That is around 500,000 hands. I should be able to do that with a little effort.
I am really enjoying my life at the moment (believe it or not!), and am happy to be back in London.
I have switched to a more online concentrated schedule, planning to gradually fade away from playing live completely (hopefully by May / June 2010).
At the moment I am only playing live (at The Vic), on Tuesdays (though based on yesterday's games I may not), Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays.
I take Sundays off, play 10-15k hands online during non live playing days, and play 4-8k hands during the days I play live. So a pretty intense playing schedule.
What can I say, I am working hard. After the disappointment of Vegas (in terms of not bringing back a backpack of cash) I am determined more than ever to build my bankroll (and obviously keep a roof over my head!).
Though this blog has seemed to have excelled in reporting my loses, and failures I will break the trend and report on a rare occurrence: Yigit getting "hit by the deck"...
My first day at The Vic (last Saturday) I booked a £1.5k+ win during a 10 hour cash game session.
I played pretty average (actually somewhere in between poorly and average), I made several mistakes, and took some very questionable lines. But some days you just run good!
God I really needed it! Trust me!
So that's where I am at right now.
Working hard.
Wednesday, 16 December 2009
Saturday, 5 December 2009
No champagne for me...
So I am sat in let another super juicy, super loose, super retarded $1-$2 game at Bally's.
To my immediate right is a fat, ugly, sweating cunt from Iraq, to his immediate right is a fat, slightly better looking (let still pig ugly) "baba" from Iran.
Both are cunts. Real retarded cunts.
The guy from Iran limps under the gun, the guy from Iraq limps behind. I pop it up to $13 with 7h 4h.
The action folds around to the big blind who is some American punk (please don't get me started on this cock sucker), who calls, and so do the fat brothers.
The pot has $60ish, the flop is 9h 8h 2s.
The big blind checks. The Iran-a-tron donk bets $10. The Iraq-a-bot calls.
I pump it up to $70. The big blind check raises all in for another $130.
The Iran-a-tron shoves the remainder of his stack which is about $130 too.
So I have to put in another $130 to win a $600 (ish) pot.
I dwell up, and the only reason I do is because I feel the Iran-a-tron also has a flush draw.
I reluctantly call. He does have a flush draw, the big blind has top two, the flush gets there on the turn, and this fat retard scoops.
Then this fat bastard starts to lecture me about how bad I play! How bad I play?
Dude, you were the mug who limped under the gun with K3, then called a raise with it! Oh, sorry they were suited eh?
Then you want to get your flush draw in after a bet, raise, and re raise all in. Please! OK OK, maybe you are right I play bad!
Anyway, god bless you! I didn't say a word. In fact during this particular session I uttered possibly 3 words in total to anybody.
Helps me keep focused, and above all calm.
I re loaded, and over the course of the next 3 hours proceeded to absolutely pound the shit out of these boys. It seemed like the game was way playing 3 handed.
I iso-raised pretty much every hand when I was in the hijack, cutoff, or button with any two (and obviously with my good hands). I kept my raise to $13 every time, and before long I was back in profit, and had the full momentum of the game.
Interestingly enough I wasn't 3 bet during this whole period. Can you imagine that? I had hands go down to showdowns, and there I am flipping over J8 off, and shit like that, and no one 3 bets me.
As I said, it was a super game. But Yigit being Yigit, and what with the poker curse which has been hanging above my head for like the last 3 years things didn't end well.
Mr Iraq (directly to my right) limps, I am on the button with AQ suited and raise it up to $13. Somehow we see the flop heads up, even Mr Iran has had enough of my pounding and was just about smart enough to realise that limping for $2 meant having to call $13, so he had tightened up (a little).
The flop comes down, A K 2 rainbow. Mr Iraq checks. I bet $30. I had been c-betting $30 most flops due to the fact they had been multi way, and also because these donks were calling.
So I had no reason not to bet $30 with top pair, knowing if Mr Iraq caught any piece of this flop he would call. He did in fact snap call the $30.
The turn was a Q. Board read, A K 2 Q. So I now improve to top two, and although this cunt could have pretty much any two random cards, I will go with this hand for obvious range vs range reasons.
So Mr Iraq donk leads $20 into a $120 ish pot, with about $200 more behind. I have him well covered. I dwell up for a short period, and put him all in.
He goes in the tank, then says, he has had enough of me pushing him around bla bla bla, then calls and proudly flips over K J. So can Yigit fade a 10 on the river?
What do you think? Sweet 10 hits the river, and more lectures are given. Along the lines of, I knew I would catch you! Yeah, you really caught me alright! You couldn't catch a dead pig you fat cunt, now go up to your hotel room and rape your youngest son! OK OK, sorry I know I am an animal.
At the time, let again, I said nothing, didn't even flinch. Kept playing, kept pounding, and eventually left the game up $45. Meh.
I have really not been able to get going throughout the past 3 months, I win some, then lose a bunch, then I win a bunch, then lose a bunch more.
Sorry I don't have stories (and photos) of massive $4k ego stacks, and no I don't have stories of playing in high stakes games with well-known pros.
But I do take away a true gritty experience, and have the tales of a low stakes grinder playing through a devastating curse.
No champagne moments here boys! But a true realisation and acceptance of the realities of playing poker for a living.
I am stronger, sharper and a better player than when I left London that's for sure. Now if only someone can recommend a good spirit healer or exorcist, I can start to book some wins in!
Next post will be fun, and light hearted with lots of photos I promise!
To my immediate right is a fat, ugly, sweating cunt from Iraq, to his immediate right is a fat, slightly better looking (let still pig ugly) "baba" from Iran.
Both are cunts. Real retarded cunts.
The guy from Iran limps under the gun, the guy from Iraq limps behind. I pop it up to $13 with 7h 4h.
The action folds around to the big blind who is some American punk (please don't get me started on this cock sucker), who calls, and so do the fat brothers.
The pot has $60ish, the flop is 9h 8h 2s.
The big blind checks. The Iran-a-tron donk bets $10. The Iraq-a-bot calls.
I pump it up to $70. The big blind check raises all in for another $130.
The Iran-a-tron shoves the remainder of his stack which is about $130 too.
So I have to put in another $130 to win a $600 (ish) pot.
I dwell up, and the only reason I do is because I feel the Iran-a-tron also has a flush draw.
I reluctantly call. He does have a flush draw, the big blind has top two, the flush gets there on the turn, and this fat retard scoops.
Then this fat bastard starts to lecture me about how bad I play! How bad I play?
Dude, you were the mug who limped under the gun with K3, then called a raise with it! Oh, sorry they were suited eh?
Then you want to get your flush draw in after a bet, raise, and re raise all in. Please! OK OK, maybe you are right I play bad!
Anyway, god bless you! I didn't say a word. In fact during this particular session I uttered possibly 3 words in total to anybody.
Helps me keep focused, and above all calm.
I re loaded, and over the course of the next 3 hours proceeded to absolutely pound the shit out of these boys. It seemed like the game was way playing 3 handed.
I iso-raised pretty much every hand when I was in the hijack, cutoff, or button with any two (and obviously with my good hands). I kept my raise to $13 every time, and before long I was back in profit, and had the full momentum of the game.
Interestingly enough I wasn't 3 bet during this whole period. Can you imagine that? I had hands go down to showdowns, and there I am flipping over J8 off, and shit like that, and no one 3 bets me.
As I said, it was a super game. But Yigit being Yigit, and what with the poker curse which has been hanging above my head for like the last 3 years things didn't end well.
Mr Iraq (directly to my right) limps, I am on the button with AQ suited and raise it up to $13. Somehow we see the flop heads up, even Mr Iran has had enough of my pounding and was just about smart enough to realise that limping for $2 meant having to call $13, so he had tightened up (a little).
The flop comes down, A K 2 rainbow. Mr Iraq checks. I bet $30. I had been c-betting $30 most flops due to the fact they had been multi way, and also because these donks were calling.
So I had no reason not to bet $30 with top pair, knowing if Mr Iraq caught any piece of this flop he would call. He did in fact snap call the $30.
The turn was a Q. Board read, A K 2 Q. So I now improve to top two, and although this cunt could have pretty much any two random cards, I will go with this hand for obvious range vs range reasons.
So Mr Iraq donk leads $20 into a $120 ish pot, with about $200 more behind. I have him well covered. I dwell up for a short period, and put him all in.
He goes in the tank, then says, he has had enough of me pushing him around bla bla bla, then calls and proudly flips over K J. So can Yigit fade a 10 on the river?
What do you think? Sweet 10 hits the river, and more lectures are given. Along the lines of, I knew I would catch you! Yeah, you really caught me alright! You couldn't catch a dead pig you fat cunt, now go up to your hotel room and rape your youngest son! OK OK, sorry I know I am an animal.
At the time, let again, I said nothing, didn't even flinch. Kept playing, kept pounding, and eventually left the game up $45. Meh.
I have really not been able to get going throughout the past 3 months, I win some, then lose a bunch, then I win a bunch, then lose a bunch more.
Sorry I don't have stories (and photos) of massive $4k ego stacks, and no I don't have stories of playing in high stakes games with well-known pros.
But I do take away a true gritty experience, and have the tales of a low stakes grinder playing through a devastating curse.
No champagne moments here boys! But a true realisation and acceptance of the realities of playing poker for a living.
I am stronger, sharper and a better player than when I left London that's for sure. Now if only someone can recommend a good spirit healer or exorcist, I can start to book some wins in!
Next post will be fun, and light hearted with lots of photos I promise!
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