Why I currently hate poker:
I went to Turning Stone for the 4th annual East Coast Poker Championship.
I played the following events:
$440 NLHE. I spent 6 hours and 10 minutes in this tournament. I got 18th out of 131.
$550 NLHE. This was the only tournament I failed to outlast half the field in. I got 64th out of 104.
$660 NLHE. I spent 6 hours and 30 minutes in this tournament. I got 16th out of 91.
$800 NLHE. I was a large chipleader at the first break. I spent 5 hours and 11 minutes in this tournament. I got 28th out of 104.
$1070 NLHE Main Event. I got set over setted VERY early and desperately wanted to fold, but I didn't trust my instincts, so I stuck it in. I'm down to 1500 from a starting stack of 5000. I run the 1500 back up into 15k anyway before K9o kicked the shit ouf of my KJs. 5 hours and 47 minutes later, I finished 85th out of 180.
While at Turning Stone, Shamrock and I discussed how badly we want to get home and play. Get in a lot of hands. Etc.
I make it back home in time for the Sunday Million. I hit some hands early and get paid off, and I am 4th in chips in this massive tournament early. By the nature of the beast, I drop down into the 100s or so, simply by folding for a few minutes.
Then I get involved in a large multiway pot where I flop a set. Someone bets, I make a large raise, and the guy after me goes all in for less than 2x my bet. Well played sir. Of course, he hits the club. I'm still slightly above average. I then got someone all in with ATs vs. his 44, which he limp shoved his whiole stack in with.
Now I'm short. I shove over a raise with TT. Villain calls and shows AQ. Of course I lose this race too. Then I am all in next hand with K5 for significantly less than 1 big blind. I lose.
No worries. I'm up a little 8 tabling $400 NL during the tournament. I play for around 3 hours and make $800.
A few hours later I decide to continue my session. At the beginning I tell Lee that I'm not really feeling it and decide to be a bitch and just quit if I get up about $500. Wouldn't you know it, I find myself down $2400 shortly thereafter.
Ever the trooper, I battle and battle and battle back. Many many hands and many hours later, I'm up about $1000 for this session and get ready to end it. I am already sitting out on 3 of the 9 tables, and simply waiting till my BB hits to sit out on all others.
I am dealt 88 on a 832 flop, with two hearts. Some betting and raising ensues, and the third person drops out. I am heads up all in now for a $1000 pot, with the nuts, just as I am ready to end my frustrating marathon session. He hits a heart with his AQs. The third player who was in the hand announces that he is happy he was pushed out of the pot, as he folded hearts.
Now I can't end the session. I lose a coinflip all in pre flop, and flop the nut flush draw on another table. This time I get it all in vs. top set. No club for Xaston. I bang my keyboard repeatedly to Shobute. I realize this is essentially the first time I have tilted since like January. I end the session immediatly.
Thank goodness I play well, and manage myself well. Otherwise, I'd probably be down $29382329. Here are some of my favorite hands from the session (me pwning, not bad beats, everyone has seen those. But perhaps these hands will be interesting to ya'll)
Here is a graph of the brutality.
Maybe I'll be able to force myself to play today, and make that back. We'll see.
Boy, you got me confused with a man who repeats himself.