What up Ben?
Pretty much on the heater of my life right now. I don't really mind posting an update cause I know it's not going to "jinx" me. I'm a math guy.
Pretty ridiculous winrate right now for 2/5. Hoping I can at least semi-maintain it. I am also not able to just take off for 3 days like I used to because I have to be home for baseball (which I love, most days
).
That's a 10BI+ upswing at 2/5. Almost got my down payment back lol.
Poker is pretty fun when you run good. I really can't remember too many hands I got sucked out on in huge pots. I actually dropped a hammer on somebody the other day.
I raise to 30 in MP after a limper with 10
10
. Button calls and BB calls.
BB is an old reg, Button is some 30 something unknown playing passively.
BB has under 400, button has about 400ish. I cover.
Flop J
10
7
Yikes. I can already sense myself going broke.
I cbet 80 into 100, button calls and BB ships for 275 more.
I legitimately,
legitimately, consider folding this to this guy here. The pot is laying me such a good price that if he ever has pocket sevens here I believe I should call. It seems live that this is always a flush though, but I talked myself into calling.
Other guy shoves behind for a few dollars more and I call.
No one turns up their hands (yeah buddy your so hard to read), and the turn is a
K
River is the beautiful J
and I fastroll my boat as I can only lose to quads.
Button says he flopped a flush, I assume old guy had the nut flush as when I was looking at him while I was deciding what to do he was super confident and made eye contact with me with no issues (reliable live tell for me I guess). But I still called
Neither shows and old guy leaves the table (to go beat his wife I assume),
Clark Kent to Robfarha
Heres some sushi from shrine. Which I absolutely love for some reason. It's also the reason I have 600 points at Mohegan and 13 at Foxwoods.
Very proud of myself and my ability to turn into a poker player.
What I mean by this is that I was seriously bummed/pissed for a day or two as a parent of a kid on my team called my cell phone and pretty much bitched at me for a half hour. The guy is a rich dude from a rich town who is a typical snobby dude. He was complaining about all sorts of nonsense and explaining baseball philosophy to me (love that from know-it-all parents).
My typical line to this sort of stuff is to just agree and explain. I am about 6'0 240 lbs with a pretty awesome beard, but in real life I am very articulate and like to think of myself as a calm person. I very seldom let these type of things escalate into verbal-warfare. Agree and explain.
This particular scenario bothered me to the point where I was unsure if I wanted to drive to the casino and play for thousands of dollars with a burden on my head. The good thing in this case is that the casino is over an hour away, so I figured I could clear my mind of it
I drove (in my new ballin' whip btw) for an hour and got to Foxwoods. Not once did I think about this BS situation until I started driving home again.
The funny thing is I had my best single session ever, (+2k and change) with this going on. Was very proud of myself and my ability to differentiate my poker life with my real life.
Philosophizing
When I am at the casino playing I do not like distractions at all. I hate when my friends come cause then I have to go and walk around this God-forsaken place full of hopeless drunken degenerates. That sounds brutal, but it honestly makes me sad (and rich, I suppose) to see this people with no chance of winning. Gambling should be for fun, but just walking through the casino and seeing people who look all miserable bothers me. Distractions and poker do not mix. Not to mention I'm at the casino grinding for 20 hours a week, I do not want to come there for recreation. If you worked as a barback for 40 hours a week would you really want to go drinking there on Friday night with your buddies?
If I keep running this good I'll have the 20k live profit by next month.
I averaged how many hours I play per week since I turned 21 and it came out to like 10hrs a week. Not bad.
Wonder what I could do with 45 hours a week?
Oh well. Happy with my results, my progress as a player, and my overall attitude and outlook on things. Not to mention my new car.
As I told my assistant coaches today, not bad for a kid from Bridgeport with no job.