2024 Week 18
The backing deal I've been a part of for 5 years ended on Monday 4/29. Frankly, I had no idea it was coming. When I hung up the phone I felt hints of the crippling anxiety I hadn't experienced since I was a kid. One moment I was outside enjoying the 80+ degree day we were having here in New Jersey; the next I was out of a job with absolutely no plan given I had no clue this deal was ever in jeopardy of ending!
I walked around in a stupor the rest of the day. I'd planned on going to Borgata for their Spring Open the next day to play their $500 opener. Initially I was teetering on not going since it was the only good tournament there that week and it would be one of the smallest buy ins I'd played live in years. Could I even afford to play it now?? I hadn't thought about bankroll management in 5+ years!
Tuesday morning I got on the train to go home to get my mom's car, as was the plan. She's retired and is always willing to help because she's a sweetheart so she was going to let me use the car for the week. We got lunch and I told her about what was going on and she did really well to help me stop panicking. She suggested I go to AC but not worry about the poker. Just treat it like a vacation and try to calm down and figure out the next steps. The conversation triggered memories of her helping me when I was in crisis as a kid and reminded me I wouldn't have made it back then if I didn't have a mom like this who never gave up on me.
So I drove to Atlantic City and checked in to Harrah's, feeling like a fraud. I didn't belong there. All these years of using someone else's money to play poker and now that was gone in a snap and I was helpless. What the hell was I doing here??
They were out of my room type so they gave me an upgrade and the room was very nice. I looked out the window at Borgata and the bay and remembered when I used to come to AC all the time before being backed to play the small buy in tourneys and see if I had what it took to make a living playing poker. I called back on how the backing deal started in the first place; two guys thought I had potential to be great and started asking to back me in 2016. For 3 years I turned them down, wanting to prove I could do it by myself, before finally conceding in 2019 that I needed help if I really wanted to make this a viable career.
From very early on in the deal I realized what a mistake it was I hadn't started it earlier. I was proud and wanted to prove I could do it on my own, but if I'd started earlier I could've started making big strides much sooner. And now I was staring out the window wondering if I was "above" grinding smaller buy in MTTs. I felt like my world was collapsing because I knew I couldn't play 3k mtts on my own dime. But after being backed and coached for 5 years I was a) a MUCH better poker player, b) much more well off financially then when the deal started, and c) much more experienced and aware of how the poker world worked. That initial panic was understandable. A massive change had occurred with no warning that threw my plans for a loop out of nowhere. But it was also silly to panic. I had a wealth of knowledge and resources to call on. I was not the same person who didn't have any guidance before being backed; not even close.
So for most of Tuesday night and the first half of Wednesday I sat in my hotel room planning, writing, thinking, calculating, talking out loud to myself, anything to start to form a cohesive plan that would give me some guidance on what steps to take next. By Wednesday afternoon I had a solid outline of what my bankroll looked like, what my liferoll looked like, what my schedule *could* look like. I was still very anxious but now it took the form of a more excited nervous energy as opposed to the panicked anxiety I initially felt.
A sense of intense relief had also come over me. For the better part of the last 18 months I'd been chasing the dragon so to speak. I was playing bigger and bigger, both in mtts and cash games. I lost $50k+ in Las Vegas last summer and found myself in the red on the year at the end of SEPTEMBER. I proceeded to win 6 figures in October and November collectively and still ended with my lowest year of profit in quite some time. In November I was at Borgata, chopping the $600 opener for $54k. In December I flew to Vegas for 10 days, 7 of which I was deathly ill in bed, missing the tournament I flew out to play in the first place. This year I went to Borgata in January for 10 days, eventually coming 37th in a $5300 for $15k. In February I went to Maryland to play a live series, losing $8k, which ended with me stone bubbling a $3k in painful fashion. In March I went to Vegas and lost $10k live (with another soft bubble in the $3500 main) while winning $16k online. Why had I left New Jersey at all?? I lost $17k in cash in one day in early April. Ten days later, I won $27k in mtts in one day.
And what did I have to show for all this effort and heartbreak and anxiety and travelling and being away from Amy and eating unhealthy food and staying in hotels for weeks at a time and spending hour after hour after hour after hour after hour in casinos? $1497. I was up a grand in 4 months this year when I was dropped.
My backers had reached a point where another $50k loss in Vegas this summer was something they weren't going to feel comfortable swinging. And I genuinely had the best backers I think you could possibly hope for. At no point during any downswing, no matter how long or how big, was there even an OUNCE of pressure put on me to win. The focus was always the process. Keep improving, keep working hard, keep striving to be great and we couldn't care less how the results go. Well, we'd hit a point where they were going to feel the heat of a bad summer and they knew they couldn't continue to tell me that results didn't matter. So to Gags and Sean, I appreciate all the hard work you two put in which led to me becoming an INFINITELY better poker player than when I started working with you. I wish you nothing but the best in the future.
All good things must come to an end, and I probably should've ended this on my own a while back, but I couldn't shake the feeling that the big MTT score was right around the corner so I kept chasing it. I don't regret it and there are plenty of universes where the Borgata $5k, or the Maryland $3k, or the Vegas $3500 goes slightly differently and I hit that big six figure score. In some universes I go a day or two deeper in the 2021 or 2022 Main and make life changing money. But this wasn't one of them. I won't be results oriented about the big scores not coming, especially since there were a lot of big results along the way. 79th in the WSOP Main in 2021 for $81k. 112th in the WSOP Main in 2022 for $63k. Chop the Borgata $600 in 2023 for $54k. A $46k online score a month before that, and an entire page worth of 5 figure online scores on the P5s page to go with it. I didn't get rich from this deal, but I steadily built up an amount of money that led to me living very comfortably. It also gives me a chance to build on my own.
After I'd taken a step back and thought about all of this I realized that tournaments are ****ING CRAZY! When you're winning they're fun, but let's be honest, you're not winning all that often when you play these things, especially if a bulk of your volume comes in the live arena. It takes days to play ONE MTT. Over the course of my career I've seen a lot of what variance can do. I'll never forget running KK into AA when being 2/11 with 300k up top in a Borgata tourney in 2019. With a massive gap between myself and 3rd place, I got dealt the ultimate cooler vs the only person in the MTT who covered me. I felt like my tournament career was defined by these moments. In 2021 I got AK in vs AQ on day 6 of the WSOP Main and the board ran Q43KQ. Don't get me wrong, I ran hot in a lot of spots too, and for all I know I've actually ran above EV and I'm whining about not being rich now
. But it always felt like I was so close to the big score, and if I just worked harder and put more volume in it was going to come.
So my first reaction to being dropped was panic that that was all over. It was unfinished. I hadn't hit the big one yet. I needed more time. But after hours and hours of combing through it all and putting in some deep reflection, an extreme wave of relief came over me. I didn't have to do that anymore. I didn't have to work and work and grind and grind and pray and hope that eventually the big one could come. I could play cash! Rather than spending all my time travelling all over the country trying to hit the big one, I could slowly build up my net worth by using a skill my backers had taught me near the end of 2020. And thank god they had. After the chaos that was MTTs for me in 2023, I'd barely profited on them for the calendar year, digging out of that 50k hole from the summer to finish in the black. But cash made up most of my profit on the year and kept it looking respectable.
For a couple months near the turn of the 2021 new year I'd grinded cash hard and it went well. I've never put all my energy and effort towards it though. I've always mixed in tourneys and felt the need to stay up late and wake up late and live that sort of lifestyle. My new plan was to focus on hands played and try to get in a routine and schedule that would allow me to be with the people I love more. After 9 years playing full time at all hours of the day, I now craved a taste of the more traditional 9-5 lifestyle! I set up a schedule and decided I'd start it on Monday and see how it felt.
But first was the $500 mtt at Borgata. I'd decided I'd play this tourney and that'd be it on the MTT front for a while. On Wednesday 5/1 I played a bullet, completely resigned to the fact that I was going to lose. I sat down and got 66 in on 876 vs a BB defend. He xr'ed my flop bet then called my shove for quite a bit more with 64o. Turn was a 5 and I kinda smiled at the fact that I wouldn't have to do this anymore. MTTs are SO soft but you can run bad in them for so so so so long and I think I realized I was just tired of it. River was a 7 so I doubled but later got AK in vs KK to bust.
The next day I played 2 bullets, busting the first with TT<QQ before max late regging the last bullet. At all 3 of my tables people were happy to be there and playing poker. It made me feel really good to see people enjoying the game. It reminded me how long it'd been since I'd played these lower stakes tourneys at Borgata. The third bullet went well and I bagged 521k from 100k to head to day 2 and the 8k/16k level.
I sat down to day 2 and the guy to my right said "hey I follow you on Twitter, it's good to meet you and thanks for all the insights you provide." I'm not sure exactly what insights he's talking about
but it was really nice to hear that. I again flashed back to before I was backed when I'd look at the day 2 assignments and get excited when I saw someone I knew from the blogs or whatever. I'd do the same thing, introduce myself and fanboy a bit. We talked for a while and I really enjoyed myself while I was there. It felt like a nice way to say a temporary goodbye to the Borgata and casinos in general. I'll certainly be back at some point but I'm extremely excited about putting all my energy and focus into the online cash grind and spending more time with my loved ones. I busted the tourney a little before the money and drove home ready to start on my plan.
Weekly Results
Meditation 7, Walk 7, Soda 0
Studied 20, Played 22.25, Coached 0, Total 42.25
Through all the turmoil I managed to meditate each day and walk each day. Those meditations have led to me being able to handle anything life throws at me. I credit them for keeping me sane through every twist and turn I endure.