5:36, +$223.00
What a great day it is to be alive. I don’t have much to talk about in the way of hand histories, it’s more about the wrath I inflicted on someone who just pisses me the fuck off and always seems to have my number. You know what I’m talking about, right? Those people that make your blood pressure go up the instant they sit at your table, they get you out of your game, they get you to make idiotic decisions, and their mere presence causes you to be unaware that the action is on you. It’s a tough battle because you are on a mission to fuck them up but at the same time, the mental stress is screwing up your play.
My little victory is once again about WBD. You remember that fucker, right? Anyways, I walk into the beautiful, downtown Nautica establishment and I am the first person to put my reserve chip down so I pick seat five. You know what that duchebag did? He put his feygit ass keys down on seat six. I guarantee you it was intentional! He was still steaming from the other day when I made him show his garbage hand in front of everybody. I immediately thought to myself, “This muther f’er is NOT going to beat me at the psychological game, no fucking way! Stay calm, play my game, and give up small pots. I will have to be like Helmuth and set out the cheese when I catch a monster because he has position.”
The first three hands we tangled I started with big cards and he 3-bet me on the turn each time. The funny thing was, he showed me his cards after I folded and every time he had two pair. They were junky ass two pair like 85 and 104, but cards he called $15.00 raises preflop with. My first thought was that he is a total garbage collector. Secondly, what is his motivation to show me? Is he setting me up for a bluff/steal down the road? Regardless, I smelled a rat and had my guard up the whole time.
Now, if I may…I would like to indulge in my most memorable experience of the night. Did I mention what a great day it is? I’m dealt AcJc and raise to $15.00 in the small blind. Of course I get three fuckers to call me! Really? Jd10h9h hits the flop and I’m already thinking bad thoughts. There is $60.00 in the pot and I felt obligated to bet with top, top. I threw out $45.00 and WBD calls along with two other players. FUCK! It is such a wet board but thought I still might be slightly ahead until a 9s hits the turn. I thought to myself, “Look at the pickle you got yourself into now Grayday, you idiot!” If anybody knows me, I’m NOT going to check the turn. It’s just not in my blood, I’m Type B, which means BET! I splashed $45.00 in the middle, WBD makes it $100.00 and everybody else folds. I’m steaming because I put him on a garbage 94 and figured that this fuktard hit trips. I’m already looking for a volunteer so I can re-buy because I realized that I am too far in at this point. Anyways, I pushed for my last $72.00 and experienced the most beautiful feeling in the world when a jack finds it’s way on the river for a board of J1099J. WBD flopped the nut straight with KQ and I sucked out on him! Hahahahahahahahahahaha.
“In closing, I just want to thank all my fans who have supported me through thick and thin. I also want to thank the poker Gods for coming through when I needed your help the most. Lastly, I want to thank the fucktards that show up at my table religiously. If it wasn’t for you idiots, I wouldn’t get paid and would be forced to find a real job. Thank you! I love you all and I’ll see you fucktards tomorrow!”
Cumulative -$454.00 28:14 hours
Friday, August 12, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Fifth Session of August
2:26, +$723.00
Winner winner, chicken fuckin dinner!
I made all my money within thirty five minutes but stayed around another two hours to sign autographs. This fuckin game reminds me of golf. Some days I’ll play and shoot a lights out 97-99 for the round. The very next day, I’ll blow up and score a 10-11 on three holes for 115. WTF? I only got three hands to talk about because I hit, then got the fuck out before I did anything stupid.
The sixth hand dealt I look at AQ in BB and raise to $15.00. Me and my three friends see a flop of 7c7h6c and I call because I’m first to act and those fuckers will call any bet, anyways. It’s checked around and we see a Jc on the turn. At this point, I’m ready to visit the bar for a beer but my buddies checked around again! When a Jh hits the river I already knew what was going to happen. Everyone checked to the last person to act, but let me tell you about this particular fuktard first.
His name is Tony G. I don’t call him that, I call him WBD(World’s Biggest Duchebag). He is the biggest dick you will ever meet at Nautica and he has drawn out on my winning flops the last four sessions we played. Each time, he had the nerve to run his mouth while stacking chips. My only goal in life is to put him on tilt every time he is at my table and I got my chance today.
Going back to the last hand, WBD bets $40.00 on the river and I knew this idiot had nothing, but everybody checked it down and obviously showed weakness. I knew better and put him on two retard cards. I called and WBD says “I got ten high”. I responded, “I call, I wanna see your cards”. He says “why, you want to get information on me? I have been playing for forty years, you will never get information on me”. I replied, “I want everyone to see your junk. He tables 910o and mumbles smart ass comments for the next ten minutes before jumping to another table. Fuk ya! I put WBD on tilt! I peed my pants from all the excitement, then went to the bar for a beer.
4:30pm; I look at AcJc and call because I was UTG and figured the pot would get raised anyways. Sure enough, seat four makes it $12.00 and four of us see 4d6dAs on the flop. I checked because I know this guy will probably c-bet. Sure enough, he makes it $30.00 with $170.00 behind. It’s folded to me and I tanked because I’m either folding or raising. I thought for a second and raised to $70.00, hoping that he would fold his bluff or weak hand. He tanked, then pushed. Fuck, we both have an Ace! Is my kicker good or do I need help? Fuck it, I’m committed at this point and he didn’t have enough chips left anyways. He tables A10 and my hand holds up! Fuck ya bitches!
4:50; I make it $15.00 with KK and this other fuktard at my table jacks it up to $100.00! He is either related to, or good friends with James(Floor Manager) because they act like they’re fucking each other half the time. This kid also seems like he has O.C.D. because he ALWAYS sits in seat five and takes total control of the table. Scooping chips, making change, directing players, running his hole, etc. Anyways, he has a habit of overvaluing his hands and bullying players out of pots, so I knew what I had to do. I pushed for $540.00 and this idiot insta calls! Hahahahaha! He tables 1010 and I puckered up until the turn brought a lovely king. “Thanks for playing donk fuk, can I give you a couple stacks of reds for your re-buy until a volunteer can make change?”
FYI, Nautica is going to be open seven days a week starting sometime in September.
Cumulative -$677.00 22.38 hours.
Winner winner, chicken fuckin dinner!
I made all my money within thirty five minutes but stayed around another two hours to sign autographs. This fuckin game reminds me of golf. Some days I’ll play and shoot a lights out 97-99 for the round. The very next day, I’ll blow up and score a 10-11 on three holes for 115. WTF? I only got three hands to talk about because I hit, then got the fuck out before I did anything stupid.
The sixth hand dealt I look at AQ in BB and raise to $15.00. Me and my three friends see a flop of 7c7h6c and I call because I’m first to act and those fuckers will call any bet, anyways. It’s checked around and we see a Jc on the turn. At this point, I’m ready to visit the bar for a beer but my buddies checked around again! When a Jh hits the river I already knew what was going to happen. Everyone checked to the last person to act, but let me tell you about this particular fuktard first.
His name is Tony G. I don’t call him that, I call him WBD(World’s Biggest Duchebag). He is the biggest dick you will ever meet at Nautica and he has drawn out on my winning flops the last four sessions we played. Each time, he had the nerve to run his mouth while stacking chips. My only goal in life is to put him on tilt every time he is at my table and I got my chance today.
Going back to the last hand, WBD bets $40.00 on the river and I knew this idiot had nothing, but everybody checked it down and obviously showed weakness. I knew better and put him on two retard cards. I called and WBD says “I got ten high”. I responded, “I call, I wanna see your cards”. He says “why, you want to get information on me? I have been playing for forty years, you will never get information on me”. I replied, “I want everyone to see your junk. He tables 910o and mumbles smart ass comments for the next ten minutes before jumping to another table. Fuk ya! I put WBD on tilt! I peed my pants from all the excitement, then went to the bar for a beer.
4:30pm; I look at AcJc and call because I was UTG and figured the pot would get raised anyways. Sure enough, seat four makes it $12.00 and four of us see 4d6dAs on the flop. I checked because I know this guy will probably c-bet. Sure enough, he makes it $30.00 with $170.00 behind. It’s folded to me and I tanked because I’m either folding or raising. I thought for a second and raised to $70.00, hoping that he would fold his bluff or weak hand. He tanked, then pushed. Fuck, we both have an Ace! Is my kicker good or do I need help? Fuck it, I’m committed at this point and he didn’t have enough chips left anyways. He tables A10 and my hand holds up! Fuck ya bitches!
4:50; I make it $15.00 with KK and this other fuktard at my table jacks it up to $100.00! He is either related to, or good friends with James(Floor Manager) because they act like they’re fucking each other half the time. This kid also seems like he has O.C.D. because he ALWAYS sits in seat five and takes total control of the table. Scooping chips, making change, directing players, running his hole, etc. Anyways, he has a habit of overvaluing his hands and bullying players out of pots, so I knew what I had to do. I pushed for $540.00 and this idiot insta calls! Hahahahaha! He tables 1010 and I puckered up until the turn brought a lovely king. “Thanks for playing donk fuk, can I give you a couple stacks of reds for your re-buy until a volunteer can make change?”
FYI, Nautica is going to be open seven days a week starting sometime in September.
Cumulative -$677.00 22.38 hours.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Fourth session of August
5:26; -$300.00
Five hours and twenty six minutes came down to two hands. You ask yourself, “what the fuck did Grayday do the rest of the time?”
1. fold
2. limp, fold
3. call, fold
4. look for somebody’s hand to punch!
It was painful. The top hands I got dealt in almost six hours of play consisted of 77, QsJs, J9, JJ, 1010, KhJh, 7c5c, Ad7d, AK, AQ, 44, AhKh. In every one of those hands, I either missed the flop or never got to see a flop because some duchebag decided to push with garbage. Now, assuming the dealers averaged 20 hands per hour, I folded approximately 86 fucking hands right from the get go! Are you kidding me? Now lets get down to the two hands that I played 5:26 hours for…
I get QQ and open for $25.00 to a straddled pot. I get one idiot to call me and we see a flop of 10c7c6h. I bet $75.00 and this fucker pushes for another $75.00! Really? Fuck you. I didn’t sit here for three hours to be pushed off a hand. I call and he shows a flush draw but happens to brick out. Take that you son of a bitch!
2-1/2 hours later(hahaha) I looked down at AA, open for $15.00 and get four mother fukin callers! I bet $50.00 on KdQd7h flop and still have one sticking around. Damnit…what’s he got AK? K with flush draw? Turn was 2s and I made it $150.00 thinking I would get him off his draw or pair. Ya, that worked. He pushed for $150.00 more which is all I had. WTF. There is $550.00 in the pot and I’m past the point of no return. I showed him my hand and asked “Are these any good? Should I call? Are you a dick?”. He rolled his eyes when I flashed my cards so my first impression was that he was weak because he looked surprised. I was already too deep in and called assuming I had outs if he was ahead. No dice. He flopped 777.
What a beautiful month this is turning into. Of all the times to publicly publish my sessions, I pick this one! I can’t imagine the flood of ball busting I am going to receive by posting this shit. Fuck you all in advance.
Cumulative -$1400.00 20:12 hours.
Five hours and twenty six minutes came down to two hands. You ask yourself, “what the fuck did Grayday do the rest of the time?”
1. fold
2. limp, fold
3. call, fold
4. look for somebody’s hand to punch!
It was painful. The top hands I got dealt in almost six hours of play consisted of 77, QsJs, J9, JJ, 1010, KhJh, 7c5c, Ad7d, AK, AQ, 44, AhKh. In every one of those hands, I either missed the flop or never got to see a flop because some duchebag decided to push with garbage. Now, assuming the dealers averaged 20 hands per hour, I folded approximately 86 fucking hands right from the get go! Are you kidding me? Now lets get down to the two hands that I played 5:26 hours for…
I get QQ and open for $25.00 to a straddled pot. I get one idiot to call me and we see a flop of 10c7c6h. I bet $75.00 and this fucker pushes for another $75.00! Really? Fuck you. I didn’t sit here for three hours to be pushed off a hand. I call and he shows a flush draw but happens to brick out. Take that you son of a bitch!
2-1/2 hours later(hahaha) I looked down at AA, open for $15.00 and get four mother fukin callers! I bet $50.00 on KdQd7h flop and still have one sticking around. Damnit…what’s he got AK? K with flush draw? Turn was 2s and I made it $150.00 thinking I would get him off his draw or pair. Ya, that worked. He pushed for $150.00 more which is all I had. WTF. There is $550.00 in the pot and I’m past the point of no return. I showed him my hand and asked “Are these any good? Should I call? Are you a dick?”. He rolled his eyes when I flashed my cards so my first impression was that he was weak because he looked surprised. I was already too deep in and called assuming I had outs if he was ahead. No dice. He flopped 777.
What a beautiful month this is turning into. Of all the times to publicly publish my sessions, I pick this one! I can’t imagine the flood of ball busting I am going to receive by posting this shit. Fuck you all in advance.
Cumulative -$1400.00 20:12 hours.
Friday, August 5, 2011
Third Session of August
4:01 -$171.00
I don’t want to sound like Doug Poker or nothing, but unfortunately, I have to post about another loser.
So once again, I walk into the fine, elegant Nautica cardroom in downtown Cleveland and take my seat in the #5 chair as I watch my group of friends march over, one by one, from the money cage with their $50.00 buy-ins.
Before we begin hand histories, I just want to say that my four hour visit was an exercise in futility. I actually wasn’t even 100% sure I knew what this word meant until I searched it under www.dictionary.com. What a perfect word for my session.
Anyways, let’s begin…
It is now one hour into smelling somebody’s stinky ass sitting next to me before I look down at 66. My best friend, Nautica Brian(4 seats to my left) opens for $12.00. How the hell can I refuse that bet, huh? I check to a flop of J43 and my best friend makes it $22.00. What am I going to do, fold? We check to a Q on the turn and he bets $35.00 when a 5 hits the river. J43Q5. mmmmmm. I put him more likely hitting the Q than J but also possibly missing both. I tanked but finally called for the chance to win one from my best friend Brian. He showed AJ. That son of a bitch!
5:50pm; Let me now brag about a small win because there are not many to talk about. UTG opens for $17.00 and gets three duhmies to call including myself(in the cutoff) with 66. It’s checked to me on 10105 board so I said to myself, “fuck it, they ain’t got shit” and slowly…very slowly bet $50.00. fold, fold, fold. Mine! +$51.00
6:40pm; Fifty minutes later I get another hand. Man, is this game fast paced or what? I bet $15.00 in cutoff with 1010 and get two callers. How nice. They check to me on J55 board so I gotta bet, right? There is no way in hell somebody would check raise me. I put in $35.00 and this mutherfucker makes it $100.00! I wonder what he has(sarcasm). I fold and this duchebag is just so proud to show his J10. Why are these idiots showing winning hands that they could have made triple if they knew how to trap? What are you worried about you duhmie? You just cost yourself chips you fucking retard. Thanks for helping me preserve my stack. “By the way, somebody shit themselves at my table. Who is it? Come clean”.
7:15pm; My boredom in this fast paced session influenced me to do meth for the last 30 minutes and just as I got done, I look down at 1010. I open for $15.00, while every call station at the table folds, and the dealer rakes $1.00! I thought she was my ex-wife for a second. “Is your name Melissa?”
7:40pm; I win another monster pot when I limped with 77 and saw a flop of JJ2. I made it $15.00 and got no callers. “Here Melissa, You want $5.00 for your rake?”
The next(and last) hand I played of the night; I get dealt the lovely 76 in the cutoff and there are seven of us that saw a flop of 69J. We all checked around to see a 10 on turn. It’s checked to the button who bets $15.00 and I believe six of us called his bet! Lol(whatever that means). River is a 7 and I move in for $82.00. These fuckers are either trapping, chasing or weak and I assumed the latter. I get one caller who happens to have a turned straight with Q8. You son of a bitch! So, as I am walking out, pissed off at the world, ready to punch somebody’s hand, I run into Brad Laidman at the cage, cashing out a rack of reds. “Brad, put your hand on the counter for a second…”
I don’t want to sound like Doug Poker or nothing, but unfortunately, I have to post about another loser.
So once again, I walk into the fine, elegant Nautica cardroom in downtown Cleveland and take my seat in the #5 chair as I watch my group of friends march over, one by one, from the money cage with their $50.00 buy-ins.
Before we begin hand histories, I just want to say that my four hour visit was an exercise in futility. I actually wasn’t even 100% sure I knew what this word meant until I searched it under www.dictionary.com. What a perfect word for my session.
Anyways, let’s begin…
It is now one hour into smelling somebody’s stinky ass sitting next to me before I look down at 66. My best friend, Nautica Brian(4 seats to my left) opens for $12.00. How the hell can I refuse that bet, huh? I check to a flop of J43 and my best friend makes it $22.00. What am I going to do, fold? We check to a Q on the turn and he bets $35.00 when a 5 hits the river. J43Q5. mmmmmm. I put him more likely hitting the Q than J but also possibly missing both. I tanked but finally called for the chance to win one from my best friend Brian. He showed AJ. That son of a bitch!
5:50pm; Let me now brag about a small win because there are not many to talk about. UTG opens for $17.00 and gets three duhmies to call including myself(in the cutoff) with 66. It’s checked to me on 10105 board so I said to myself, “fuck it, they ain’t got shit” and slowly…very slowly bet $50.00. fold, fold, fold. Mine! +$51.00
6:40pm; Fifty minutes later I get another hand. Man, is this game fast paced or what? I bet $15.00 in cutoff with 1010 and get two callers. How nice. They check to me on J55 board so I gotta bet, right? There is no way in hell somebody would check raise me. I put in $35.00 and this mutherfucker makes it $100.00! I wonder what he has(sarcasm). I fold and this duchebag is just so proud to show his J10. Why are these idiots showing winning hands that they could have made triple if they knew how to trap? What are you worried about you duhmie? You just cost yourself chips you fucking retard. Thanks for helping me preserve my stack. “By the way, somebody shit themselves at my table. Who is it? Come clean”.
7:15pm; My boredom in this fast paced session influenced me to do meth for the last 30 minutes and just as I got done, I look down at 1010. I open for $15.00, while every call station at the table folds, and the dealer rakes $1.00! I thought she was my ex-wife for a second. “Is your name Melissa?”
7:40pm; I win another monster pot when I limped with 77 and saw a flop of JJ2. I made it $15.00 and got no callers. “Here Melissa, You want $5.00 for your rake?”
The next(and last) hand I played of the night; I get dealt the lovely 76 in the cutoff and there are seven of us that saw a flop of 69J. We all checked around to see a 10 on turn. It’s checked to the button who bets $15.00 and I believe six of us called his bet! Lol(whatever that means). River is a 7 and I move in for $82.00. These fuckers are either trapping, chasing or weak and I assumed the latter. I get one caller who happens to have a turned straight with Q8. You son of a bitch! So, as I am walking out, pissed off at the world, ready to punch somebody’s hand, I run into Brad Laidman at the cage, cashing out a rack of reds. “Brad, put your hand on the counter for a second…”
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
2nd Session of August
-$429.00 3:51 hours
Just so you all know off the get go, I’m pissed off and I’m going to tell it like I feel. So, if you are used to reading Mailman’s blogs and are easily offended, get the fuck out. Let’s get down to hand histories people.
I sat in that Nautica dump for an hour(other than limping or calling my big blind) before I got involved in this first beauty. I have KK, open for $15.00 and get three callers. I made it $40.00 on Kd6s8s because I will not slow play a fucking thing against those retards. One retard called to see a 2c on turn. Fuck that, I put the retard all in for $40.00 and the river is a spade. Fuck nuts shows Acs9s. Nice call duchebag. It is 5:20pm and I already have to add on $100.00.
I sit in the shithole an additional hour without playing a hand, before running into this train wreck…I posted $3.00 because I missed the blinds holding 910. UTG who is a fucking call station idiot and has “DEB” tattooed on his fagot finger raised to $12.00 and I call along with three other fuckers. We see 10c9c7d on flop and original raiser makes it $10.00. I know the DEB idiot missed that flop for fucking sure! I raise to $45.00, he calls, 2s on turn and I pushed for $85.00. Guess what…Ass fuck calls, club hits river and he shows AcQc. WTF. Retards cannot get away from draws to save their life. Fucking idiots.
It is now 6 fucking 30 and I re-bought to make it $500.00 in the game, just two hours into it! These last two hands I got involved with are just more fucking, but nothing too painful.
I’m in big blind with AQ and everyone limps to me. I smell weakness and make it $17.00. This dumb broad to my left makes it $40.00, guy to her left pushes for $45.00, I call. I put her on overcards or medium pair because she has been overvaluing her hands until this point. J44 on flop. I check, She checks. Really? She must have AK, AQ or medium pair. Turn is blank. Check, check. K on river, I check, she bets, I fold, she shows AK. I lost $45.00. I wasn’t too pissed.
Last hand I have AK and button makes it $15.00. He was one of the retards at the table so I put him on smaller paint cards or small pair. I pop it to $50.00, he calls and we see a flop of Jxx. He moves in out of position because he was so excited. I said, “Do you care to let me make a move first?” he looks at me and says “I’m sorry, my fault”. I fold and he shows QQ.
I took down one fucking hand all fucking night. Here it is for your listening enjoyment. UTG opens for $7.00 and gets me to call on my QJ. He makes it $20.00 to go on 10c9h4h, I put him all in for $22.00 more and take down the hand against his Ah4h when a queen hits the river for a net profit of $49.00. WTF people? I said fuck it I cashed out my last $71.00.
Cumulative; -$929.00 10:44 hours. Awesome.
Just so you all know off the get go, I’m pissed off and I’m going to tell it like I feel. So, if you are used to reading Mailman’s blogs and are easily offended, get the fuck out. Let’s get down to hand histories people.
I sat in that Nautica dump for an hour(other than limping or calling my big blind) before I got involved in this first beauty. I have KK, open for $15.00 and get three callers. I made it $40.00 on Kd6s8s because I will not slow play a fucking thing against those retards. One retard called to see a 2c on turn. Fuck that, I put the retard all in for $40.00 and the river is a spade. Fuck nuts shows Acs9s. Nice call duchebag. It is 5:20pm and I already have to add on $100.00.
I sit in the shithole an additional hour without playing a hand, before running into this train wreck…I posted $3.00 because I missed the blinds holding 910. UTG who is a fucking call station idiot and has “DEB” tattooed on his fagot finger raised to $12.00 and I call along with three other fuckers. We see 10c9c7d on flop and original raiser makes it $10.00. I know the DEB idiot missed that flop for fucking sure! I raise to $45.00, he calls, 2s on turn and I pushed for $85.00. Guess what…Ass fuck calls, club hits river and he shows AcQc. WTF. Retards cannot get away from draws to save their life. Fucking idiots.
It is now 6 fucking 30 and I re-bought to make it $500.00 in the game, just two hours into it! These last two hands I got involved with are just more fucking, but nothing too painful.
I’m in big blind with AQ and everyone limps to me. I smell weakness and make it $17.00. This dumb broad to my left makes it $40.00, guy to her left pushes for $45.00, I call. I put her on overcards or medium pair because she has been overvaluing her hands until this point. J44 on flop. I check, She checks. Really? She must have AK, AQ or medium pair. Turn is blank. Check, check. K on river, I check, she bets, I fold, she shows AK. I lost $45.00. I wasn’t too pissed.
Last hand I have AK and button makes it $15.00. He was one of the retards at the table so I put him on smaller paint cards or small pair. I pop it to $50.00, he calls and we see a flop of Jxx. He moves in out of position because he was so excited. I said, “Do you care to let me make a move first?” he looks at me and says “I’m sorry, my fault”. I fold and he shows QQ.
I took down one fucking hand all fucking night. Here it is for your listening enjoyment. UTG opens for $7.00 and gets me to call on my QJ. He makes it $20.00 to go on 10c9h4h, I put him all in for $22.00 more and take down the hand against his Ah4h when a queen hits the river for a net profit of $49.00. WTF people? I said fuck it I cashed out my last $71.00.
Cumulative; -$929.00 10:44 hours. Awesome.
Monday, August 1, 2011
First Session of August
The first hand I got involved with, I have 99 and open for $10.00 and get two callers. 1086 flop, I bet $25.00, Mick makes it $60.00, I fold and he shows AA.
Next big hand I get dealt A9d with an AA10 flop. I get it all in with short stack and they turn broadway with KQ for $42.00 more.
Next big hand I get A9h and see a flop of AJ7. Kennedy makes it $15.00 and I call to see a 9. I’m all in and run into AJ for $120.00. By 6:45 I have $500.00 in the game.
Last big hand of the night I make a move against krazy Mike who has been a bully all night but I made sure to move to his left. I have position and he opens for $12.00 like he has been doing all fucking night. I call with 57 or something like that. He bets the flop of 584? And I raise. He calls, I push on turn and he calls with 66.
He won that hand but his weakness is his bullshit “Colin” hero calls because he loses way more chips than he wins by trying to manufacture those gay ass bragging stories. He lost at least two big pots by calling obvious winners to his second best hand.
-$500.00 in 7 hours. Not a good start to my August goals. However, I feel like I played decent cards but did not have a lot of opportunity for exploiting. Thinking back, there were very few hands I would play differently and I do not regret my session overall. That is the bottom line in my mind. Onto the next one.
Next big hand I get dealt A9d with an AA10 flop. I get it all in with short stack and they turn broadway with KQ for $42.00 more.
Next big hand I get A9h and see a flop of AJ7. Kennedy makes it $15.00 and I call to see a 9. I’m all in and run into AJ for $120.00. By 6:45 I have $500.00 in the game.
Last big hand of the night I make a move against krazy Mike who has been a bully all night but I made sure to move to his left. I have position and he opens for $12.00 like he has been doing all fucking night. I call with 57 or something like that. He bets the flop of 584? And I raise. He calls, I push on turn and he calls with 66.
He won that hand but his weakness is his bullshit “Colin” hero calls because he loses way more chips than he wins by trying to manufacture those gay ass bragging stories. He lost at least two big pots by calling obvious winners to his second best hand.
-$500.00 in 7 hours. Not a good start to my August goals. However, I feel like I played decent cards but did not have a lot of opportunity for exploiting. Thinking back, there were very few hands I would play differently and I do not regret my session overall. That is the bottom line in my mind. Onto the next one.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Putting it in writing.
Since my last blog, I have not been running all that good. So I have decided to make a real effort for the whole month of August to play my best poker. It’s funny because I feel that I am playing better now than any other time in my life. I’m paying attention to position, I’m folding a lot more hands and I’m not chasing draws that I’m priced out of.
My goal is to play 100 hours and average $15.00/hr for a net profit of $1500.00 all at 1-2 NLHE games. I am not going to say anymore, I am just going to do it. I will be posting the results in the first week of September.
My goal is to play 100 hours and average $15.00/hr for a net profit of $1500.00 all at 1-2 NLHE games. I am not going to say anymore, I am just going to do it. I will be posting the results in the first week of September.
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