Originally Posted by 6bet me
Giving up alcohol for the rest of June
I've decided to give up alcohol for the rest of the month. Most of my f**kups over the past few years were alcohol related and I'm done. What do I even get out of this sh*t anyway? I'm literally just drinking poison as an excuse to "relax" when there's a tonne of other less destructive ways for me to relax. Hell, I could even become a stoner and smoke weed everyday and that would probably be better for me than getting drunk once a week.
So my decision to quit alcohol stems from the drunken rampage I went on last night. I had planned to spend the entire day with my girlfriend and not play any poker. Then a mate invites me to go to pub poker so I decide f**k it, I'll kill 2 birds with 1 stone by taking my girlfriend out to a suburban bar whilst also getting drunk with a mate and playing some non-serious poker.
The mate never ends up showing, which is fine, as I'm happy to just have food and drinks and conversation with my girlfriend. We get progressively drunk and I convince her to join this $30 MTT with me. Pub poker is great because there's no rake and the players are beyond awful, but you have to deal the cards yourself.
So I'm sitting at this table next to my girlfriend, who hardly understands the rules of the game, and I'm trying to teach her the game whilst also not actually seeing her cards or telling her what to do. I'm just presenting her her options and saying things like "you can fold, call 1000 chips or raise. If you don't have a strong hand then just fold." But people are getting really mad at me and accusing me of coaching her. She manages to cooler some fish by just x/calling 3 streets with a boat when the fish has a weaker boat, then this Indian guy gets kind of mad and accuses her of pulling a hustle. He says that she's just faking it and that she secretly knows how to play well (LOL). He spends the next 20 mins ranting on about how some guys come here and pretend to act stupid to pull a hustle and basically accuses my girlfriend of that. So I'm already kind of mad at him.
My girlfriend busts from the tourney and I'm on the final table. I'm playing some hands and looking over at my girlfriend at the bar and, what do you know it, Indian Romeo is now flirting with her. He was buying her drinks, he told her that he wants to kiss her and tries to get her to follow him into the corner of the bar whilst I'm busy at the poker table. Even though she's drunk, she refuses to follow him, but he keeps pushing it. I don't learn about this conversation until later though, but I certainly would've left the table and stepped in if I knew the things he was saying to her.
So I eventually bust on the bubble A8 vs A7 aipf when a guy rivers a 7 (standard) and I find that there's a $1/$1 cash game running on the side, $20-$100 buyin. At first we're playing NLHE but then I convince them to play a round of PLO even though they don't even understand the rules. I win like $60 back from that (pays for the MTT) and get an Uber back to the city with my girlfriend.
We go to Chinabar to get food and we end up having some stupid argument. I think I poured water into her soup in an attempt to cool it down and she wasn't too happy with that. So she runs off in a taxi and I walk home.
Once we get home, we have another stupid argument and I basically tell her to enjoy life without me. So I stumble to the casino by myself and, to my surprise, security actually lets me in. I've been more sober than this in the past and gotten rejected.
There's only a few tables running as it's 4am by this stage, but I go on the wait list for 2/5 NL. I basically just stopped caring at this point about any of the rules I set regarding bankroll management or not playing when drunk.
I'm on a 1/3 table for about 20 mins whilst I wait to get on the 2/5. To my left, I see one of my mates on the table and he tells me how, if he busts what's on the table, he'll have $15 left for food. To my right, I see a LAG MAWG who is renowned for being an alcoholic, only this time, he's dead sober and is actually playing extremely well. I see him pull this insanely thin value bet where he bets $145 with Q4 on something like a 55433 board and gets called by Ace high.
So I get on the 2/5 table and order another pint of beer from the waittress. There's this black guy on the table who seems kind of fishy, and he's getting really mad at the waittress for some unknown reason. He's talking down to her in a very rude and demeaning way. It tilts me seeing him talk to the waittress that way because she's a really nice, friendly and polite black woman and it just reminds me of the sh*t I used to have to take from customers back when I was a pizza delivery driver. So I'm dying to see this guy get stacked when, what do you know it, this hand happens:
I open 66 in MP and get a few callers, including the black guy in the BB. Flop 965r. I Cbet, BTN calls and black guy calls. Turn 5. Black guy donk jams about $300 into a $300 pot and I rejam my boat. BTN calls and shows 87s, so he's drawing dead now. I show my hand too but black guy doesn't show. River is an Ace, so board is 9655A now. Black guy now announces that he rivered a higher boat... and he slams down A5o. Sorry mate, but that's just not going to cut it. I scoop a 1.3k pot and the black guy now gets stacked and leaves the table. Such a sweet feeling stacking an a**hole.
I end up losing a bunch later mainly from just missing flops. It seems like I'm dealt 99 and TT at least 3 times each and I miss my set everytime. They all go like 3ways and 4ways to the flop, so there isn't much I can do except x/fold if I don't flop a set, which makes me wonder if it's even worth raising these hands in the first place.
A couple of players decide to loosen up the game by straddling to $10 and even double straddling to $20. In one hand, I've got AQo in UTG+2 in a 2/5/10 and I open to $35 and only the straddler calls. Flop 884r. He checks and I decide to Cbet $25 into a $70 pot, now he x/raises me to $85. Such bullsh*t. I call the $85, turn makes it 8845r and now he barrels $110 into $230. I call again and river makes it 88459. Now he barrels $210 into $450 and leaves himself about another $120 behind. He stares at me. I'm so f**king tempted to jam it in here in case he's turning a weak pair into a bluff, but I ultimately decide to just let it go. I definitely would get sticky here if I had an overpair.
Another tough spot involved me raising pre with TT, getting a 976 two-tone flop 4ways, I fire out a Cbet and face that dreaded flop raise. I call flop and x/fold to a turn barrel on an offsuit Q. Looking back on it, I think I prefer to just x/call flop rather than Cbet.
There's a few hands where I 3bet squeeze pre with something like A4cc and end up getting an awful flop like 965 no clubs where I just have to x/fold 3ways.
So my stack has bled down from 1.3k to about $300 and I even had to top up. I stack off AKs vs JJ pre and win the flip. That's my last big pot of the night.
After almost 6hrs at the table, I'm literally falling asleep. Struggling to keep my eyes open and dozing off. I'm gradually starting to sober up too. I ultimately cash out $265 down and walk home in the morning sunlight. Feels so degenerate.
Now I'm hungover but I plan to go to the casino again for a Friday night session. My girlfriend and I both apologised to each other and we're happy again. But god, I never want to drink again.
