Thanks brotha!

Gutsy call - I like it ! Way to kill that Wednesday gripe How long have you got left on your trip?

I was long overdue for that Wednesday win finally! I'm leaving town tomorrow, back to daily grinding and less ballin' unfortunately. I'm working on a post about the weekend now.

Tips for playing 15 hands per hour after years of playing XXX/hr without losing your mind? I imagine the music helps but anything else? lol

As others have said, really enjoying your writing style.

GL

Sick, glad you did well taking your shot at 5/10!

Never seen this thread before, but will be following.

It really is a rough adjustment. Sitting and sitting and more sitting. I've started taking breaks frequently just to walk around and get away from the table a bit. Honestly, I think the music is a leak in my game. It's nice to have to spare time, but I feel like I play my best when I'm 100% focused, and for the most part my headphones are just around my neck until I hit a cold spell. Coffee helps too, lol. Time caps on your sessions are good too, they help me put a means to an end of my session regardless of monetary standpoints, and it makes grinding easier when you know when you're off I think, just like any job.

Thank you! I appreciate the follow and support!

" Collars pop, panties drop "!

It's Friday. I'm stoked. It's the first Vegas weekend of my life, a weekend that could quite possibly make or break me, and after hitting my best score on Wednesday, I was ready for more. More money, more excitement. The more of a reality this lifestyle becomes, the more pressure I feel to fcuk it up. I don't want to get off this rollercoaster, but that's exactly what this game is. It's a rollercoaster ride through the highs and lows, through oblivious prosperity and dollar menu woes. Sometimes you're up up and away, and it feels like nothing can break you. That is of course, until you break.

Tommy Angelo writes, "The professional doesn't run good or bad. He does not pleasure himself or torture himself with arbitrary time frames and accounting. He just plays". If only it were as easy as reading it.

Thursday night was insane, I remember shots and shots and shots and shots, followed by a puke with a couple strippers mixed in. Or maybe they were just normal girls, who can tell the difference around here? I make my way to the Bellagio late afternoon hoping to grab a seat quicker than usual, which works out as I fill up one of the three 5/10 tables running, with a stack of $1500 and begin to play the coldest session since I've arrived. These players are tougher, which didn't help, and they were out to get me. 3-bets were constant, and I couldn't seem to find a spot to make a move. But then, I look down at two black Kings. Finally. The pots opened UTG+2 to 70, by an older pro looking guy with about 4k and I raise the action to 265 directly to his left. It folds around and he makes the call, and the flop brings K 5 9, two hearts. Guy makes it 620, and I announce all in to which he tanks for a few minutes. It seems like he is trying to figure out whether or not he wants to get it in with his draw, but doesn't have the nut draw and appears to think I do. He folds after long deliberation and I scoop in my first long awaited pot of the day bringing me up to around $2400.

The next hand I look down at the red AA. Yes! Why can't poker always be like this? UTG raises to 75, he's got close to 8k, two callers, and I raise to 280 on the button. UTG flats, others fold. Flop comes J 7 2 rainbow. He checks and I bet 640, and he raises to 5k. I feel like he doesn't believe me. He could have an over-pair, queens would make sense flatting my raise, but so would jacks. Jacks makes perfect fcuking sense. Or he could just assume my AK missed and his 1010 is holding up. "Call". He doesn't flinch, I say "You've got jacks right"? He nods as the next two cards blank out and I'm stuck a buy in. Great. I don't think I'm folding there regardless, sure as hell not with my image at this table.

I reload and sit patiently until I look down at 88. I'm UTG, and I just limp, confident somebody will raise, and I'll flat rather than being 3-bet off it. The HJ, an older guy probably 60+ raises to 60, SB calls, I call. Flop comes Q 2 5, two clubs. It checks to the raiser who grabs for chips, but then decides to check. Turn brings another 2, and the small blind bets out 240. I just call, and the older gentlemen folds. River brings the perfect 8 of clubs, SB checks and I bet out 470, hoping to induce a scare card raise. "All in" he states, and I snap call as fast as humanely possible. Ship it. I play for another couple of hours, and end the session +$430. Satisfied and tired I meet up with my friends for dinner to discuss the rest of the night/weekend.

Now, since I'm pretty behind here I'll sum it up rather quickly. I played another session Saturday, my last, and ended up closing my trip out with a 2k+ score. Relaxed by the pools Sunday, enjoyed the scenery and basked in the events that have taken place. It's been a blast, and I can't wait to return. Total trip earnings totaled around 10k. Total entertainment equaled out to around 2k or so. Until next time, Vegas. Stay classy, I'll see you soon enough.

I really enjoyed reading the whole thread now, your writing is very enthralling. And wow there is a huge difference between online poker and live. Keep writing and gl at the tables.

I agree entirely, so many things that bug me that I wouldn't have to deal with grinding online. I hope it comes back soon, thanks for reading!

Posting so I can read all the updates. GL OP.

Thank you for joining!

sick shot gl

Thanks man! Craziest weekend ev.

This is BRAZILLL

Sorry for the lack of updates gents. I've been a bit off the grid for a while, and by a bit I mean entirely. I decided to venture across the country and divulge in a "disconnected from society" type of journey. Call me deep, I suppose, but I've wanted to do this for a while and finally decided it would be necessary to achieve my goals, not only at the poker tables, but in life. I'm only 21 but I feel so much older, like I'm wasting valuable time, and I don't like that. I've started writing a screenplay, which is what I really would like to do with my life. I attempted one once, but hit a writers block and gave up on it. I want to write something genius and connect myself to it, like Matt Damon and Ben Affleck did with Goodwill Hunting. I've come to realize that in life you can reset yourself. You can change the way your brain works, try this, do that. You really seem to grasp this concept when you're away, I figured. I wanted to jump off high cliffs into beautiful bodies of water, while filming everything on my GoPro. Doing something so different, in someplace I've never dreamt of experiencing. Some place like.. Brazil? Yes, exactly. Brazil sounds nice. So I went.

I've had a great end of the year. Vegas treated me delightful, and I missed that feeling. I ran horrid the first month after I returned and came to the conclusion that my game was lacking. I wasn't just running bad, I was sucking. Something had to give. I needed to study, I needed to.. live. Rio de Janeiro is amazing. It was everything I could've hoped for. I drank heavily, I mingled, I purged myself of all the impurities and depressors of everyday life. The idea of living a normal, sedative type of existence and then just dying. I dined fancy, I wrote daily and I actually made some really good progress. I had no phone, no social media or connection to anybody involved in my life. I told my closest friends what I was doing but that's it. I actually tried to get them to join me in the desert outside of Arizona somewhere, or Vegas for a type of spiritual shroom induced awakening, but they weren't too into it, so it didn't happen. Probably a good thing, I don't do drugs so who knows where that could've lead.

Any who, I've just returned to my home, and I will be updating more very soon. Hopefully my few fans haven't given up hope in me just yet. Although, I'm going to Panama City Beach March 8th-15th for some wild gnarly stupidity and I can't wait. Then I'll be returning and playing in an HPT series near my city. This spontaneous traveling type of thing is something I could definitely get used to. A while ago, soon after I relocated and started this my girlfriend and I broke up, and honestly, I was pretty bummed about it. Now it's pretty clear to me that things like that seem to work out the way they're supposed to. I was held back by her, and had I stayed where I was I would've never even began any of this. Besides, she was a total bitch. What does she want to do most? Travel. Ironic how things work out eh!? FUEL THE FIRE, BABY.
-Coconuts

Very nice to see the bump. I'm excited to hear more, just lose the italics next time. Made my eyes hurt.

Lol sure thing!

Man I've always wanted to go to Brazil for the big booty! Bet it was a blast, nice bump bobby coco

Gotta go man! Get away, live it up!

Great thread, good luck man.

Thanks for reading dude! I'll be posting more soon, been putting some ridic hours in

I've only read the first page so far, since the posts are pretty long. Sick thread so far, GL man!

Keep going! I'm in Panama City at spring break at the moment, so no poker until next week because tities and ass.

Sprangggggg breaaaaak foreverrrrrrr

It's not even noon yet. I'm slightly recovered but nowhere near full operating capacity. My body.. Aches. I begin take a look around our suite. I notice the girls I brought back are still lingering, and I can't blame them. I think they said they were roommates.. or was it sisters..? Sorority sisters! That's right. Who cares, why am I even up, my brain is struggling to think as I reach for and crack open an icy coors light. The mountains are blue, baby! How can I do this for six more days? I presume it's only going to get more intense from here, I mean, this was our first night in town and what we all agreed would be a "feeler" type of evening gone incredibly wild. I hope the rest of the week is this fun, and there's no doubt in my mind that it will be.

During my time in spring break bliss I considered getting into some of this Florida action that I've heard so much about, but those thoughts quickly faded as I basked in the joyous occasion of college girls skimping by with enough debt to purchase a 2020 Audi, but still so happy and carefree enough to spend another thousand on a week of drunken escapades. Oh college, I'm so happy I skipped you. I couldn't bare to imagine the feeling of being 5 figures in debt like the majority of my friends, only to graduate and come to the realization that they aren't going to get paid as well as they thought, and that the world, unlike their cushy mattress at their parents house, isn't a very forgiving platform.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed every second of my college type spring break adventure, it was exactly what I need to close out my winter fiesta and get me in the mindset to crush my games. But the desire to chug cheap beer as fast as possible and hookup with trashy party sluts doesn't tempt me anymore. I have the hunger for champagne, nice hotel suites and classy women who actually have things going for themselves. I can't wait to get back to the tables and start putting in 50 hour weeks. I'm nearly 22 and this is the path I've chosen to lead a long time ago. I'm happy to say at this point in my life I wouldn't have it any other way. College can wait.
-bobby

Skimmed few a couple posts. Looks pretty good we are in pretty similar situations. I'm am ex college football player (Torr shoulder and scholarship dropped) and am putting off college and pursuing poker for the time being. Looking to move down to FL this upcoming fall!

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