The MTTers Calendar - MTT Community

JayA · 06-23-2009, 02:19 PM

Hello all. I posted in this BBV not long ago, but I figured it would get more love here, especially when we go through those tough inevitable tough stretches. Here is a week for me.

To start the week, I enjoy pumping myself up all day on Monday (yes I'm starting on Monday) for what I like to call MTT Monday. I patiently sit down and wait all day for my predetermined start time, and then I gogogo. Usually, I'll take some bad beats, bubble a couple tourneys or three, but I'll brush it off, saying, "I played very well tonight. I'm gonna get em tomorrow imo!"

Tuesdays, I might wake up out of bed extra early to begin what I have heard it called, Tournament Tuesday. Plain...yet exquisite and to the point. Having gotten out of bed early, I like to get a pre-tourney stretch in, get the blood flowing, and fire away! 1,000 or so clicks, 15 suckouts (underestimation), a few curse words, and 4 hours later, I consider myself "done for the day". I declare myself "done for the day" because I am angry at myself for getting out of bed early to endure this, what some would call, misery. I take a nap and dream about gettin em tomorrow!

Wednesday, I may decide to play at night again, since I was "so close" on MTT Monday. After two days of bad beats, bubbles, and bitching to my poker buddies, I begin to question why I even bother with MTTs, thus leading to the name Why Do I Do This Wednesday. I'll probably start a couple hours early on this day because I feel as if I am "due". As I'm playing, my dad will come in and ask me questions, and I proceed to give him one word answers as I'm being two outted on three tables. I love my dad, but grind is on the mind. After playing more tournaments on this night, bubbling satellites and min cashing, I am pretty heated. I'll wind down before I go to bed because going to bed angry is bad for your inner self. I start to plan out my next day of MTTs, which I am getting "siked" for before bed.

Thursdays, my 4th day of MTTing for the week. After three days of anguish, it is only right to dub thee Torture Thursday. To torture myself even more, I'll get out of bed extra early yet again (2nd time this week imo), so I can do a marathon mtt session starting in the morning and into the wee hours of the night. I talk to my dad about sports to make up for one word answer Wednesday. Midway through the marathon, my sister starts complaining how she needs the computer to do homework that is due the next day, which she waited til the last minute to do (what other way is there?) I tell her I can't get off the computer because I'm doing mtt's and have grind on the mind at the moment, and she'll just have to fail. She starts screaming about how all I do is play poker, and I'm addicted. Everytime I have grind on the mind, something always goes wrong. I get up from the computer, get in my car, drive to my girlfriend's house, get her laptop, come back to my house, and give it to my sister. This takes about 25 minutes total. Around midnight, after a day of going 3/47 in cashing, I'm probably feeling pretty down, full of sadness. I'll sulk up the stairs, slip into my bed, and relive my pok AA getting cracked through the vivid dreams in my noggin.

Ahhhh Friday. The weekend, finally. While others are going out with their friends, I choose to sit at home and register for every MTT that I can afford, thus the term FML Friday. After every bad beat that busts me out of a tournament, I proceed to paste it to my poker buddies on AIM, and say "fml". I'm sure they get annoyed with it because after the first time, they just ignore me. After a fearless, yet failing (once again) battle with the amateurs in these donkaments, I just x out all poker sites, and go straight up to bed.

Saturday. A day when most people are off of work. And what better way for these fish to spend their day than by playing all the MTTs! I am clever enough to think of this, and I wake up and begin playing right away, furiously clicking away, reshoving over raises from the cut off only to find the BB wake up with pok KK. When this happens, I yell bad things, most of it directed at PokerStars and Full Tilt. This is why I call Saturdays Suck On My Balls FTP/PS Saturday. Sometimes I'll even get so mad, I'll stand on my desk and rub my balls against my monitor, pretending the "RNG" creators are actually sucking on them. After a tiresome day/night, I head to bed. The only thing keeping me excited about MTTs at this point is the thought of cashing for 6 figs in a Sunday tournament. I begin to fall asleep, whispering softly, "One time, one time, one timeeee..."

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday! The peak of the MTTers mountain. Sunday majors/donkaments. The day when the most fish are online, trying to get lucky w/ their sooted 9 5. There are more tournaments to play this day, and for this I feel grateful at first. I load up everything possible, not giving a **** how many tables I have up. I have Sunday grind on the mind. It's really fun to get pumped up for Sundays, then bust within the first two hours of every major tournament. Backdoor gutshot straight draw?? Cool! Quads on my top set turned boat?? I say, "Awesome!" Pok QQ losing to two people who both have pok JJ? Ni han bro! Dreams of a 6 fig day fly out the window, with dreams of a 5 fig day gliding right behind. 4 figs? Maybe 4 figs in the red. After having high expectations the entire week, I've been basically ****ed in the ass. That's Shat On Sunday for ya.