I commend you on your honesty, but this is a massive unforgivable mistake. I know you realize that you made a mistake, but I hope you realize just how terrible this is and you change your views on short stack play because of this. You have to place huge value on your tournament life to be a successful tournament player. It doesn't matter how much your blinds were being attacked, it is a simple math problem and obviously your hand is an important part of the equation. Sorry to be so harsh, I love your writing style and I wish you the best.

What should be my call off range there? I folded Q9 in similar spot earlier when I had 13bb. I looked at it as I was going to have 7bb left if I folded there as the next level was five minutes away. I just decided I was taking a stand in my head against 3 people at table. Folding against the rest if my hand was meh. I agree it was a mistake. Trying to determine how big of one it was now. I was 60 off the pay.

Calling with any two far different than shoving any two. Especially close to the bubble. If you look you fold?

+1

I was afraid if I looked and saw something like K2 offsuit I'd fold. So yeah, I would have folded the 62 suited. I was going back and forth on if I was playing too nitty or not in my head. I even texted a 2+2er and asked if I was close enough to being paid w 60 left to start nitting it up for a min cash. He said, playing like a nit was not the way to go sixty spots off. Then repeat everything I just said the last few posts on top of that for the bad decision. Meh. Probably had AA coming next hand.

You'd been better off folding into the $$$ not looking at your cards than calling all in dark

But why the hurry to call off even with K2? I would rather shove 72 but I am a nit. Not too much fold equity when you call.

I'll just add my two cents and I completely understand your thinking. But the thing that makes WSOP events different than most is the great structure combined with enormous fields.

Here's how I think about super small stacks. Not saying it's right, just something to consider.

With 7 BBs, you have almost 3 full orbits around the table where you will survive if all you do is fold. (2.5 BBs per orbit). Even at quick tables, this is between 40-60 minutes of actual time. A lot of people will bust in that time..

What it also means though is you will get 20-30 hands to pick the best spot to shove. Yes, you will bleed chips along the way but with 7bbs, you're just trying to survive until you find a double up spot.

I know this not from doing it right but from doing it wrong last year with 10bbs left.

I think I read one of the bracelet winners bled down to 2 bbs in day 2 of an event.

Anyway, great run. Keep your head up.

Hey hey don't be so harsh on our hero LotGrinder.

There are some definite benefits to playing blind.

Not being harsh, I think LotGrinder played great to get to Day 2. Just people giving some thoughts and feedback. I know a big score is in Justin's future.

Keep at Lot!

LG, it was probably a bad play but whatever, if I wanted by the book plays for my money I'd find someone else to buy pieces of. Just keep getting better and do what you do.

If I really thought he was shoving 100%, I would be calling with any pair, any ace, k6+, q8+ and j10+. Hands like k2o and j9o are also +cEV if he is shoving 100%, but I would fold those because he may not be shoving 100% and even if he is, your edge is not big enough to justify the risk. Also, it is important that you don't make any decisions without looking at your cards because you don't trust yourself to make the correct decision if u have a close decision. That is a really horrible way to think and if I were u, I would promise myself to never do that again.

+1 especially with OPM

Will have full write up/report/more comments on Millionare Maker tomorrow.

I really wanted to take a stand against him shoving, flip something decent against his range and start the next level with 18bb which is what I would have had if the play worked. Instead I essentially punted off 10bb for two more hands and 7bb for 5-10 more hands. meh.

Package #1 Refund Due: $2,900.00

The People's Bankroll (50%) $1,450.00
Tom H. (20%) $580.00
pghduilaw (7.5%) $217.50
sickbeatman (5%) $145.00
rponeal (5%) $145.00
Chicago Poker Classic Stakers (1%) $29
madmansam (1%) $29
bluffmynuts (1%) $29
black aces518 (1%) $29
thenorcaljew (2%) $58
puravida86 (3%) $87
squidface (1%) $29
K.Scully FB (1%) $29

If I am missing someone please let me know.

Also, please let me know if you'd like funds Chase QP'd, Paypal'd, or cash in Las Vegas when I get back.

Came back home to take two weeks off from tournament poker and come back stronger.





Sorry I haven't responded to some of your texts.

I don't have much to say other than thank you to those who invested in Package #1 and what will be said in World Series Of Poker Update #5 that I'll be posting by tomorrow.

World Series Of Poker 2015 Update #5

June 5th.

Friday morning, 9am.

Wake up to the hot desert sun shining through my suite's bay window. As I arise from my bed I look out into the same mountains my estranged friend Tuma retreated to back in 2013 when he briefly decided to give up gambling in order to make something of himself. You know on that 2013 road trip the poor guy lost most of his belongings when we stopped off at a hotel in New Mexico, then forgot to pack the over-sized black garbage bag full of his stuff in my back seat. Hard to believe we weren't even high on drugs and still didn't notice it was missing until we pulled into Bally's parking structure.

At first, I thought this mistake was clearly Mike's fault. But, on this day I realized it was mine. I must be nothing more than a bad luck charm for anyone who accompanies on my trips to Las Vegas because the girl who I've been seeing behind her boyfriend's back found out today and has now threatened to throw everything she owns in the dumpster. Not to mention battle for the custody of her dog just to spite her.

Despite her obvious concerns for her possessions and sheer terror that she'll never be able to see her dog again she realizes all the lying she's been doing to her boyfriend was wrong and starts to break down crying. But, before she completely loses it she politely excuses herself from the hotel suite and says, "I know this is your day. I know you have the big tournament. I don't want you to see me all emotional like this so I am going to take a walk. I know you're going to play your best and make it to day two like you planned. I'll make sure to sort this all out and be in a good mood by dinner break. I promise. Good luck and I am sorry you had to see me cry at all." After that, she proceeds to leave the room and give me my privacy so I can get ready.

What can I say? I mean she loses points for lying to her boyfriend long enough to assure she can get a seamless transition from dating him to dating me and not having to be alone. That's cowardly. But, she gains points as a poker girlfriend for understanding today is my big day and excusing herself from the room instead of stressing me out with an emotional breakdown. That's awesome. She's only twenty years old and will grow as a person from her mistakes. Although, I do feel empathy for the situation she has gotten herself into. I can promise you all thoughts were compartmentalized to the back of my brain before I finished showering and dressed myself in the poker superhero outfit you've all grown to love before the $1,500.00 World Series of Poker tournament known as "The Millionare Maker." I must have listened to "The Ultimate Warrior's Entrance Theme" at least ten times while getting ready to pump myself up.

As I strolled down The Rio's corridor leading to the conference center I heard one passer by say, "Fukk yeah. The People's Champ. Go get em." Always feels good to know that people are cheering for you to win a bracelet. I do need to keep that in mind more the deeper I run in tournaments. I think if I would have done that this time around I would have definitely made the money. But, we will get to me reflecting more on those thoughts later because now it's time to discuss what happened level by level on day one of this tournament.

Levels 1,2, & 3

When I was a young boy in grade school my best friend was a kid by the name of Tom Hook. Now Tommy had a brother named Josh and another named Ryan. Josh was one year older. Ryan was a couple years younger. Needless to say when school was out in the summer Tommy's house could get filled with lots of kids and his basement could get quite noisy with all the horse playing and $hit talking during video games going on. One of my favorite things Tommy's mom used to say was, "If you kids don't quiet down I'll be coming downstairs with my eyes closed and the belt swinging!!!!"

This was probably terrifying to most kids. But, I got to play that same game often at my own home. However, my mother didn't extend me the courtesy of swinging with her eyes closed so I could bob, weave, and tumble roll like this dirty pig cop underneath her potential blows. I had to work hard to keep her connection percentage in the low thirties on her compubox statistics scorecard.

So, now you're probably thinking, "Cool story bro. Why in the **** are you telling us about your childhood?"

The answer to that is simple.

Five pissed off mothers with their eyes closed swinging belts at one another in an eight hundred square foot basement is essentially what my poker table looked like for the first three hours of play in this tournament. In fact, that might not be giving the obscene action that ensued complete justice when describing it. When picturing it all in your head lets just say the mothers are also all high on meth, pcp, or peyote and they're all wearing protective white helmets that were borrowed straight from the short bus.

I could never full describe all the ******ation that took place.

But, here are some highlights.....

Blinds are 25/50 in level one and I am 6xing the bb size with my premium hands because when people raise to 125 or 150 or 175 everyone is calling anyway to try and stack someone. I even opened for 10x at times. I mean I am in American flag pants and an eagle shirt. If I am not going to open to 10x who will? Finally, I am sitting with around 8,500 chips. (We started with 7,500.) I get QQ under the gun and raise it to 300. Everyone calls and it gets to the only overly tight TAG dude at the table and he makes it 1.5k in the BB. I snap call. Everyone else folds. Flop comes 10 3 2 rainbow and he ships it all in. Lol. I fold my QQ. I am thinking with that being his only 3bet of level one he has to have AA, KK, or AK. Didn't want to take a chance of busting that early in the tournament.

Eventually the blinds go up to 50/100 in this gong show and a kid raises to 250 from UTG, I call on the button with Qs9s, and big blind comes along for the ride as well.

I have 6.5k in this hand.

Flop is Qh 9h 4d.

Original raiser leads 475. I think about just ripping it all in for 6.5k and going, "Cmon. Cmon. Cmon. Call me punk." But, I decide to just raise to 1.2k to get for sure value on the hand. It gets back to original raise and he calls quickly. Turn card is the worst card in the deck for me.

It's a 4h.

Now if he has an overpair I am fukked. If he has a flush draw he hit. So, I decide to check behind him when he checks to me.

River is a blank 6.

He leads 1.2k and I call hoping he had some sort of pocket pair underneath QQ or J10 or maybe even a stubborn AK type hand. The action was so exotic you'd have had to be participating in this circus to completely understand it. Anyway, after this hand I am down to like 4k chips.

By the time I pick up AA in this level I am down to 3.7k in chips and there's another guy at the table who is competent. But, I can tell he is itching to gamboooool and look for a double up. I have my AA under the gun and decide to just rip a 37 big bling bet out there and see what happens. Sure enough, the guy I could tell was itching to gamboool with the 5k he has snap calls with 88. Lol. I love the amount of competent tournament players I see call HUGE bets with 99-22. Basically, always assuring they are at best a coin flip against people who often are not competent/are $hitty tournament players. I happily take the 3.7k donation and am back to starting stack.

Just a few hands later the kid has doubled his 1.3k into 2.6k and I get As/Js on the button and it's folded around to me. Blinds are 50/100 and I make it 250. The same kid in the big blind logs it for 2.6k on me and I snap call. He rolls A/K offsuit and gets an easy double up back to 5.2k. He is healthy again. Those two hands we played against one another within five minutes sort of reminded me of two Asian kids I had seen at The Rio pool the day before woshamboing kicking one another in the nuts over and over until their parents broke it up.

Anyway, my stack is back down to under 5k and after some set mining I am down to under 4k when the blinds move up to 75/150. I end up losing 1.5k of it when I call a short stacks all in with AQ and he has pocket nines. After we can't hit an Ace or Queen we're down around 2.2k and nursing a short stack. As the time in level three is dwindling down we pick up Ac4c on the button and rip our 15x stack all in. The kid in the small blind sitting with well over 15k snap calls and rolls KK. Like any fish about to go on a god damn heater we suck out. At the end of the level we're sitting with 4.5k.

Level 4 & 5

By the time it gets to this level we've added a new player to the table. None other than T.J. Cloutier. There's a hot blonde reporter girl working for WSOP or Poker News or some other **** organization that won't give me a job and T.J seems to think he's a story so he starts telling her how he's a professional and sponsored by some taco place in Oklahoma. I don't like that much so I intervene and tell her I'm Lotgrinder and I'm a fish on a heater. I even show her this picture.



"That's me and that's my plan to win the tournament," I say. T.J keeps trying to talk and get words in. But, no one wants to listen to him. Some dude in American flag pants and an eagle shirt is guaranteeing he is going to win the tournament. Eventually, I pick up AA again under the gun and I tell the girl, "Watch this." Then I show her my cards. I raise the 100/200 blinds to 550 and get called in four spots. Lol!!!!

The flop comes out Ks 10s 6h.

There's around 2500 in the pot and I ship it all in for the last 4k I have. Guy two spots ahead of me snap shoves his 8k. Another guy snap calls with his 6k. Everyone else folds.

We all have to roll our hands.

Guy with 8k rolls K/10 offsuit to give him two pair.
Guy with 6k rolls AsJs for a royal flush draw.
We proudly roll our AA, look at the hot girl and say, "Fish on a heater right here. Watch this. The board is going to pair."

Turn 8d.

River 8c.

"**** yeah. Ship it." I exclaim. Then I show the girl the picture again and say, "See. That's all you need. Just one god damn time. Then I am going to retire from tournament poker." She's so nice she actually starts to write details down about the hand. Everybody but T.J and the two guys who lost the hand are laughing, even the dealer. Shortly after it's down to 5 players again and I wake up with KK in the big blind. I'm sitting with around 15k now and it folds around to T.J who has just over 8k in chips. He raies my BB to 550. I decide to open log the KK all in for 15k and T.J goes in the tank for a few seconds and mucks his hand in disgust. Probably lose value here. But, I have a feel for when people are iRate at the outfit and was hoping I could get a call out of any pocket pair over 9's or a AK or AQ type hand.

By the time level 5 starts my confidence is high and after the two suckouts I sort of start believing this is my time. In addition, the table is ten handed now and I slowly start to become more comfortable with ranging all my opponents and selecting whose big blinds I can pick on to scoop up the 100sb/200bb/and 250 chips worth of antes in each pot. So, I morph into an unrelenting force of 2.5x to 3.5x raising depending on whose blinds I was attacking and start to pick up lots of small pots.

"Ohh. Impetus." Always loved how J.P from Clutch tapped the symbols on the drums in this track to symbolize a freight train rolling through. As overly tight TAGs continued to fold to our well times aggression we began to feel more and more just like one and our chip stack grew accordingly. Sadly, that would all come to an end when we were moved over to the Amazon room shortly into level 6.

Levels 6,7, & 8

As I was approaching my new table I could tell it was full of young, competent tournament grinders and wanted to make myself appear to be as fishy as possible. So, I kindly asked the dealer if I could keep the plastic ziplock baggy my poker chips were stored in as a souvenir to show my friends, family, and co-workers back home. The dealer said, "No. Sorry sir. We need those for the tournament."

"Damn," I replied. "I'll just have to buy one of those World Series of Poker shirts then. As I scanned the table a few kids who I could tell hadn't took a shower in a few days thought I was a loser and I had them where I wanted them.

Now this table was more aggro then your average loser club rat kid with a brohawk seeking out pussy on loser social media aps like Tendurrr. Picture that cretin cutting and pasting the same message to one hundred lonely whores over and over. Feel his intensity, his tenacity, and picture his concentration as he smashes the refresh button on his browser with his thumb hoping just one poor soul actually takes the time to respond to his canned lines. That was the fury in which each of these pokah tournament grinders were raising.

I didn't want to get into any 3bet or 4bet wars with them because that simply isn't my game. So, I elected to only 3bet trash hands (reason being we take down the pot with a 3bet or fold easily to a four bet) and call in position with premium hands (just let the droolers barrel off with air or value own themselves with hands like KQ when we flat with AQ)...yeah, I know you might be thinking WTF. But, I have reasons for liking to keep the pot small, play in position, and use my white trash image to bluff in good spots because no way some loser in American flag pants/eagle shirt is capable of a big bet with air. He has to have it every time. I mean it I was the average tournament player that's what I would think going up against my own image as well. This strategy works wonders and I am able to navigate my way through levels six, seven, and eight with a 50bb stack despite being at the toughest tournament table I've ever sat at.

Levels 9,10, & 11

After level eight is dinner break. I end up meeting my girl Allie at The All American Bar & Grill. She seems to be in good spirits and is showing no signs of emotional distress. I don't ask her anything about her ex-boyfriend or dog because at this moment I am selfish and only care about me and my World Series of Poker dreams. She offers sex, blowjob, or anything else I need since we have ninety minutes before I have to be back at the tables. But, all I ask for is time alone in the room so I can vision myself making day two and come back to the tables where I plan to play my best three levels of tournament poker ever to make that happen. Again, she happily gives me the privacy I request.

When I come back from dinner break I think blinds were 300/600 and I wake up with AK in the big blind. An unknown business professional looking guy from UTG makes it 1.5k. There's two callers by the time it gets to me and I make it 4.5k because I just want to end the hand there and not play out of position. To my dismay the original raiser slams a stack over 20k in the pot leaving himself around 25k back. He's definitely got me covered. I decide to fold because even after losing 4.5k I still have around 50bb left and I still don't know how easy or hard this table will be to just steal blinds/pick up antes from.

Shortly after I realize everyone at the table has 40bb all the way up to a guy sitting with 120bb and no one is folding their blinds to 2x or 2.5x raises. There's a lot of players that are really stick because they are fish or really stick because they feel they can outplay others post flop. So, I have to tighten my pre-flop raising range. In addition to no easy blinds/antes to steal, there is no easy 5bb to 15bb all in punts to catch when people are forced to make a move. These three levels were a battle and at the end of day one I only have 20bb left mostly because I whiffed on four or five Ace/King or Ace/Queen raises where I was out of position.

I also got in a big pot where I whiffed on calling two streets with a pair and a flush draw. I didn't just ship with the pair and flush draw because I had a very strong feeling I would have been called. My image at this table was bad. I purposely showed two Ace/Kings I whiffed when I check folded because I was sitting up a tilty looking "All-IN" preflop shove with AA or KK again if I got the cards. But, none came. In fact, I only got three small pocket pairs in these last three levels and I missed on all three set mines.

I guess this is where the fear of I was playing too tight or scared started to set in. Two years ago I got emails from pros like Galen Hall, Matt Flynn, and some others who offered me detailed WSOP tournament advice. One resounding theme from all those that wrote me is you don't want to be the guy pussyfooting around, having his chip stack slowly dwindle to 20bb or less waiting for an A/Q to go all in with or call a guys all in bet with. You want to be the guy in the SB or BB who hasn't looked at his cards who will just 3bet certain openers because it doesn't matter the two cards you have. All that matters is your perceived 3betting range crushes their opening range. So, you make the 3bet without even looking. Like the hand doesn't even start until you get 4bet because you know they are opening wide, so you are 3betting wide, and once the 4bet comes in...well, like I said the hand really starts.

Anyway, this is where thoughts of "I don't wanna go like Broomcorn's Uncle" start to germinate in my mind. But, thankfully Day One ends and I am onto Day Two with 20bbs before I can do anything stupid. In addition to that good news, I also know I am going to be sat at a brand new table where hopefully there will be some short stacks who have to shove and I start to look forward to catching an easy double up or two. As the disappointment of finishing the day with only 20bb fades, the very real possibility of me scoring my first WSOP cash starts to lift my spirits.

All is well in my world.

The night before day two I take it easy and get to bed by 11pm. When I wake up I text a few of my 2+2 poker friends and investors that I plan to take it easy in levels twelve and thirteen. Just give myself a chance to get a good distribution of cards and get lucky. See if something easy comes for me, you know? A hour or so before I am due to be back at the tables I find out that none other than the poker brat Phil Hellmuth himself is going be at my table to start the day.

Levels 12 & 13

When I arrive and sit down Hellmuth is no where to be found. I anticipated trying to get some playful banter going with him and the local poker pro Maria that was going to be sitting to my left. But, everybody seemed really uptight and silent. Phil didn't arrive until thirty seconds before the cards were in the air. The blinds were 600/1200 and the very first hand a backpacker in the hi-jack opened to 2400. I flatted on the button with As/Js. Just really had a feeling Hellmuth was going to rip it and original raiser would fold. Then I'd call n put Hellmuth in the back of my trunk and drive off to the taxidermist to put his head on my mantle.

Sadly, that was not the case. The kid sitting with around 25k shipped it all in and I quickly folded my AsJs. Hellmuth rolled A/8 offsuit. The kid rolled A/Q offsuit. A/Q holds and Hellmuth humbly does the walk of shame. Hellmuth was begging for a fold after he shipped all in quickly saying things like, "Common. You can call. It's not much." However, when he got felted he kept quiet and just walked away. No cursing or anything rude.

I know some of you are probably thinking, "Why didn't you rip AsJs all in?" I just felt given my white trash image I may be able to get a lot of check downs if the kid missed or just do a min raise on the flop and steal it. Also, if I hit the A or J I was most likely just gonna go with it. That was my reasoning behind that. I felt if I just ripped it all in and got called my AJ was going to be beat most the time at that point of tournament. Not saying it's the right play. Just giving you the 100% honest truth like I always do.

Anyway, the next hour and thirty minutes we do as we promised. We wait and we wait and we wait for 1010+ or AQ/AK. Nothing comes. While we're waiting we determine that there's five people at the table whose raises we respect. There's three people at the table whose raises we do not respect. For the last thirty minutes we do not even look at our hole cards until a respectable player has raised. If that happens, we play our hand accordingly against their raising range that we respect. If one of the guys whose raises we do not respect opens, we just rip it right in there because what the fukk does it matter what we hold anyway. Our perceived rip range crushes their any two cards opening range when it's folded around to them. We do not let our chip stack be bullied. Especially, by a god damn backpacker.

There was a time I got bullied when I was younger, you know? My Papa (Grandfather George) told me I needed to stick up for myself. "What should I do then when he pushes me?" I asked my Grandfather. "Don't push back," he said. "Just wind up and punch him in the nose with all you got. Even if he beats you up after he'll still remember you socked him a good one right square in his face. He'll start to pick on someone else."

"Well. What if he doesn't and keeps picking on me?" I asked.

"Then you punch him in the nose again and if he keeps fukking with you next time you find a brick to hit him in the head with. After you do that then you call me. I'll talk to your parents and make sure you don't get in trouble," he replied.

I took my Grandfather's advice and ran with it. Ended up getting in such a good shot it crumpled the kid to his knees. Some say wanting revenge is like drinking a poison and expecting the other person to die. That must not always be the case, because this revenge still feels real good when I think about it. The kid was getting what he deserved. So, I continued to beat on him savagely until he cried, bled, begged for me to stop, and I was finally pulled away. It all felt really good. But, for some strange reason I was crying at the end of it all even though I didn't get hit. Funny how things work out just like your parents or grandparents say sometimes. The kid never even looked my direction again during recess and I didn't have many people looking to start fights with me after.

So. the more and more my small blind and big blinds were being attacked. The more and more Tom Petty's "I Won't Back Down" started to play in my mind. Poker is such an emotional game sometimes, you know? Especially, if you let it be, you know?

So, this is where it went all wrong for the bull. I completely detached the math and reason from the game. I was playing completely on 100% raw emotion for the last thirty minutes. I was going to double up or I was going to go out punching one of these backpackers in the nose and making them play a pot against me. I didn't care if I was going to go into the hand a 65% to 35% underdog. The first law of nature is self preservation and I was going to defend what was mine.

So, with five minutes left in the 700/1400/200 ante level I was sitting in the big blind with any 1.4k of my 16k chip stack in the big blind. Which would leave me with 10 big blinds if I folded the hand. The next hand I was going to have to put in 700 in the small blind as well a 200 ante. Three hands after that the blinds were going to be 800/1600/300 ante. So, sometime within the next 8-9 hands I was going to have to shove all my chips into the middle of the pot and try to get a double. I knew that.

As I stated above there were five people I was going to look at my cards/fold to if I had inferior holdings. The other three players I was going to shove any two cards all in on if they raised me no matter if I looked at my hand or not. When it folded all the way around to the kid in the small blind and he shove all in it was so weird. I literally said, "Call" before I even took the time to think, "Well, I guess I should look at my cards and fold any hand that's not Qx or better. Nothing I can really do here if I have trash since he shoved on me." But, like I said I was playing 100% on pure emotion at that time (I didn't realize it then) and made an emotional, irrational, and egotistical decision which ultimately lead to my demise.

Sorry it took me five days to forgive myself and finally write this for you guys. I've been pretty upset with myself. Sure, we were going to have to shove within the next 5-10 hands anyway. But, a shove with 7/2 offsuit beats calling off your tournament life with 6/w suited when you still have 10bb for the next couple hands and 7bb for a few after that. I am owning the mistake 100% and plan to come back stronger.

I'll be announcing my upcoming plans for WSOP within next few days.

Don't hop off the train just yet.

Nice write up, J. That day 2 experience will be invaluable. Will be our there again June 22-29. If you go back, drop me a text.

I enjoy reading the man's stories as much as anyone, I just dunno that I could ever send him my money to play tournaments with.

hopefully you prove me and anyone else wrong, you deserve it I think. but anyone that panics like that with almost 3 orbits and 10bb's left is probably going to need to be smacked in the dick with the deck to not ever be in the spewtard range...

just a thread lurker who'd like to see you run good once, GL...

After the small blind my stack was going to be around 13.5k w 200 ante.

A few min after that 300 ante.

At most I had an orbit (9 hands) to pick a spot.

Not saying the final play wasn't a mistake. But, to call it panic or insinuate it equates me having the ability to spew off an excess amount of chips in the same spot is kind of absurd. I've played around 300 hours worth of tournaments ever and this is probably my biggest gaffe. But, if I had to do it all over again I'd still rip my stack in all in against those three villaina raising ranges because they were opening real wide. Obviously, if I had to call an all in. I'd look now. Lesson learned. Thanks for following, compliments on writing, and any constructive criticism that follows, though.

Looking at your cards isn't a lesson that should be needed to actually be learned.

Edit: not to sound harsh. Just calling a spade a spade.

Don't ever worry about sounding too harsh hoss.

Good.

Looking at your cards is the literal process of playing poker.

The failure to do so is a humongous disconnect in that process.

If one needs to learn that lesson the hard way maybe they're not cut out for the game of poker.

True.

I been thinking about packing it in.

Take my keyboard and go home.

Move back in with Grandma Marge and work as a Walmart greeter while wearing my poker superhero outfit.

seriously,

this guy because he doesn't deserve his own acronym never mind all this garbage...

seduced/suckered/ wrote long posts got staked on this site.

has had atleast 3 diferent stakes..

2 +2 maybe 15k or less invested..

has never had any significant scores since stake....

had a stake (the peoples bank roll) when he chooses what to do and when and offers to but back shares a year or 2 old for like 20 bucks more than purchased ala (limpcallcallcalfold)

then u win 10k on unconfirmed casinos on a second stake that investors were confused on if and when they had ur action


unconfirmed reports of course... how many people have cashed out on ur 10k 2/5 l hearer?

or did they all have.. lol (LCCF)

then u started a third staking thread with ur people br involved and want more money


then u fold blind

obv ur a terrible tournament player

and ur doing a LCCP on the marker place definitely... but u could be innocent.. just same equations...'


ur not a good poker player... ur not a good pimp.. u clown... all of ur letters and writings are camoflauge and ur essentially a Ponzi scheme...

3 stakes over 3 years anyone ever cash out more than 5x there buy in?


ur a joke and a hack and need to be called out for marketplace integrity...

mods leaving your threads open for months is cool... popular demand and all that...

but make informed deciusions with all facts presented this guy is or will be a poor mand LCCP.. even if never caught..


3 stakes multiple years.. no one knew in the beginning.. OMG met few stakes that said nice things (LCCP) doesn't win at tourneys,, wins AT CASH ( omg but not original stake .. WILL SELL SHARES) LCCP oh Ill swap it all.. swaps... u swap between 3 stakes with no responsibility...


end note...

dude no one cares about ur ****.. and u don't make any one money... I grew up and live in boston which is irrelevant except that ur bragging stories that u think are (whatever the **** u thin k they are) are in fact embarrassing.

ur way more close to LCCP and a blackjack degen then anyone profitable in the MP

ps either way u don't pass the smell test..

but let me invest in ur book yo... ur special... no for real ur special.. ur grandma told me

Some of us aren't poor and don't care about a minimal investment. Sucks to be a poor with no understanding of grammar.