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Originally Posted by IHaveThreePair
Do you miss travelling and playing live events? For example, do you wish you were at PSC Barcelona right now? For me as someone who would love to be able to go and do that kind of thing and call it work, I would hate to have 'done it' and now not be doing it.
Barcelona is a great stop, so not really the best way to set a standard for how playing "the circuit" is. I have been at my fair share of anus destinations purely for profit and can't say that it contributed all that much to my life. I hated Bahamas, Las Vegas, Monaco and London with a passion. The only destination I would still go is Las Vegas, purely because there is just way too much value there. The PCA was a reg infested ****hole where even a good fart would cost you 3 buyins. London is just a miserable city in an even more miserable country and Monaco ... well **** MONACO!!
I would still like to go to Barcelona and Prague because they are great places and always have a good selection of events/cashgames. I would also still go to the WSOP because it is just very difficult to find any place/time of year where your value is higher.
Other than that I don't miss it at all, and I could be a millionaire many times over and still not go to like an EPT Tallinn or whatever.
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Originally Posted by mo3rtelmu
More Degen stories and anecdotes plz, less 2nl
I understand your hunger for these stories, but I must admit it feels a bit akward. It makes me feel like a giant has been (which atm is an accurate description of me). But because I am doing this topic just as much for you guys as I am doing this for me, I will oblige every now and then.
Ok so this is back in like 2008ish, my bankroll had just seen a significant increase thanks to talking myself into an extremely juicy homegame with 100% criminals. There was literally not 1 good player at the table. I made about 180k in the span of 3 weeks when the roll I started with was just shy of 20k.
One of the things about these live settings is that you need a hustler's mindset. You can't grind out every single percentile edge. You need to give and take, just take a bit more than you give. One of the guys in the game was an absolute joke. He was a giant tatted juicehead with the brains you would typically attribute to such a person. He obv knew I was winning big in the game and texted me asking to spot him 30k to buy a kilo of blow so he could keep his business running. He offered 25% interest on the loan. I knew he drove a beautiful Ferrari F430 and was way more interested in that than 7.5k. I said I would forget about the interest and that he could take as long as he wanted with paying me back, if I could drive his Ferrari until he paid me back every last cent. He snap agreed to the deal and I came to pick up his car. This thing was set up in a way where the car was registered to a company, I just had to log every trip and list "meeting" as a reason. I even had a card which I could use to pay for fuel.
I expected to only use the car for 2 weeks tops, as cocaine is never much of a hard sell. However one night he gets gangster and ends up in a barfight and pistol whips a fool that eyeballed his girlfriend the wrong way. Because of the weapon they decide to sweep his house, and they find like 3 quarters of the kilo on his kitchen table in the house he lives. After he is taken into custody I get a call from his lawyer, if I would be so kind as to take care of the car till his legal problems fade away. He ends up pleading guilty to assault with a deadly weapon and some kind of possession with intent charge. He gets sentenced to 5 years. At this time I am partly happy and partly pissed off. First off I get to use this awesome ride at virtually no expenses for the time being. But I also realize it's gonna be extremely tough to see a shred of the 30k I lent him. The coke is gone, and he's gonna be under such close supervision that it will be practically impossible for him to pay me back after he gets out.
Fast forward 2 years later and he gets off for time served for being a good boy in the locker. I get a phonecall while I am in a disaster of a downswing. I was down about 20k on the weekend, almost was losing every day for like 3 weeks straight absolutely hating life. Then the doorbell rings, I look down and it's Mr. Juicehead. I run down to open the door, tell him to grab a drink and a snack and come join me upstairs. We make the regular "how you been" talk when he says, ok let's get down to business. He felt horrible about the loan and was super greatful that I took care of his car all that time. He asked me what expenses I had made to have it under my wings. So I told him I rented a garage for 150eu a month to store it away from the elements. I put a new set of tyres on it because it looked like it needed them, and I had it serviced to replace a windwiper motor. He ends up giving me 5k for my expenses, pays off the loan in full then and there and says he's going on a holiday and I can use it for another month. Since I had pretty much written off that money, I was over the moon because of the situation. I say this calls for a drink just before the 55 past the hour break starts. I run down to take a **** and grab the booze and tell him to play a few hands for me if the break ends and I am not back. I only had MTTs open so he couldn't do all that much damage.
I come back to him smiling ear to ear and saying, I won a huge pot. I look at the table and see it's the Sunday Million, where I have a stack of just over 800k with 2nd place in chips having 495k. I open the HH replayer and see UTG open, UTG1 flat, MP 3b ... my buddy flats 66 on the button. The BB flats, UTG flats and UTG1 decides to click it back. MP flats and my budy the juicehead thinks there is no other option than that they all have AK and decides this is a great spot to rip it in for just over 60bb eff. All players end up calling, we're up against AA, KK, QQ and AK. We river a 6 and eliminate all players. Now it goes without explanation that I would have never taken this line in 100 million years, and given the hands and how the board ran out I don't see any way where I would have ever gotten to the river in that spot.So I have nothing else but his stupidity to thank for my enormous chipstack. I laugh it off and we start drinking. A few hours later I win my first Sunday Major for just over 200k. I nearly kiss the guy as he quite literally just "gifted" me almost quarter of a million, while I was fully expecting never to see my loan to him again.
The end of this story is the sweetest bit of the whole deal. Him being locked up so long had left him high and dry for quite a while. He suggested we get into the car to drive to a red light district and **** some hookers. Now I wasn't in the mood for a random hooker after this exciting turn of events, and remebered that I was recently informed by someone who had ****ed Aletta Ocean for like 1k for an hour. I tell him we should book her. He ends up sleeping on my couch that night, we wake up monday afternoon and call the escort agency. She's available but in Prague at the moment. We make the booking for the next day and get into the Ferrari and drive off to Prague. We double team Aletta Ocean for 3 hours and had the most incredible **** you could imagine. I would have never thought I'd ever do that, but with a filthy porn star and a guy I am not really super close with it felt like the right spot for a YOLO moment. We had to race back home to get him back in time for his holiday and I got to enjoy his Ferrari for another month before he picked it up. About 6 months later the guy gets killed in a rip deal and I never got to hang out with him again.