my degen last month i have built up rolls over 15k and busted both times. enough said

Titanium,

That story is sick on so many levels. One, that you're putting so much money on a Haw/Nev game just so you had action late at night. Two, that you had it locked up with the PAT, and three that those few extra bucks you wanted by buying that point came back and bit you in the ***

I idolize you. (If ur not lying!)

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Legit Degen:Beat didnt play WPT always will be would a culda shoulda moment for ya and WHAT IF

My story is quite the usual.

About 15 months ago, or so, i had deposited 25 bucks and somewhat even being able to use some kind of bankroll managment while getting it into around 3k, at that time playing nl100 and 12d/180 sng's. This being two weeks after the deposit. So i cashout about 1k to get booze money for festivals etc.

So, then comes one of these festivals to my home city and we head off to the pits, then I realize im feeling cold and need a jacket. So i decide to take a cab to my flat and when i get there, I see my puters open and the PStars is on. I decide to 3-bet the cab money from nl1k or nl2k to make the trip break even. So, in seconds I am all in with some A3s on AA24 board when its obvius im beaten. I was uber drunk and the WCOOP winner ChopSueyyy was rooting for shove while he was playing nl .05 or something himself, i still curse himself, not as much as myself though. I did it and lost my entire bankroll in a hand that was way too obvius that im beaten at (the other guy had flopped straight, damn fish

So took a off some time nonvolunteraly and I guess it was kinda what I needed. I like to think so anyway. Still taking shots when drunk but for some reason, I think ive won more than lost.

Last year my family had 70k riding on a field goal by the Carolina Panthers vs the New York Giants. Wide right.

One time I cashed out from 3/6NL live with $810 for $200 profit and thought Ill just go put this $10 on black for fun while Im walking out. 20 minutes later im down $1k.

Two from my earlier "pro" days in college lol...

#1 (summer 2004)

I had run up to about 1k online playing limit 10 and 20 sngs on the gold ole' party poker. Obviously I am now a pro and so I cash out all but 100 and prepare for a really baller summer living as a poker pro. Of course I go busto in like a week and have to reload another 100. Then 200. Eventually I'm dead broke in real life and have like $4 in my account with no job, etc.

Time to go to the pawn shop....

A friend who had moved at some point in time almost 6 months earlier had needed to store some of his **** at my place and then when he moved into the new place he never came and got any of it so I start digging through and find a Super Nintendo and bunch of games. I figure I can maybe get $20. Well I get there and they say $100. I don't know much about video games but there was a Final Fantasy game in there (I think) that gave me like 50 alone. Yeah yeah I shouldn't have pawned my friend's ****, but seriously get it the hell out of my house after 6 months (after many reminders too).

So I have $100 for cigs and food and all that stuff right?

I got to the casino about an hour later and bought a rack of white for 3/6. Busto in about 2 hours. Said **** it and borrowed money from a friend to get by for a while and stayed away from the pokers.

Story 2 (happened to a friend) circa 2005ish

This chick I met in college played poker and thought she was really good (however, she was very addicted to adderall and generally completely nuts, oh and ugly too). She wasn't bad I guess...I mean I could read her like a book in home games but she actually ran a roll on Paradise to like $1000.

Then I get a call from a different friend and he is like talking a million miles and hour and tells me they played $50/100 starting with 1000 and ran it to 20,000 during an all-nigther. Having run a decent roll up with a better yet not great bankroll management style after pawn shop debacle, I was pretty crushed and a little jealous, but I also felt I needed to tell her that she isn't rolled for 50/100 and got lucky and she should take her gift money and make use of it. Obv she doesn't listen to a word I say. She starts spending from her "winnings" which was really all her normal money on Grey Goose, expensive food, all this ****, but doesn't cash out.

A week later she was busto online and in life, moved back to wherever she came from, and none of us ever heard from her again.


I was really degen in college and probably have more but that's all I can think of right now.

More stories plz.

I am a big flipper on ipoker network in $1k or $400 flips and only a few ppl will do them on the network on regular basis.

I had one guy who was 100/200 reg, who always did $1k flips with me.

Yesterday he told me he lost $700k in the last week, 60% of his poker wealth.

Dont wanna say his name so plz don't ask

whats his name?

yeh whats his name?

This was an awesome read! Thank you for reminding me why I no longer bet on sports.

titanium - great story, i can never bitch about a sports betting bad beat again

+1


such a sick story

TheItalienStyle ldo

still a lovely thread.
i dont think its a pussy move, i think its a smart one, assuming that you dont consider yourself a world-class hold 'em tourney player. i certainly dont, and when i won a $7k london poker open tourney package the exact same way you did (less than 100 entrants into rake chase freeroll, top two won a package, i came first), i did the same thing you did. brokered my $7k package into $5300 cash. im still happy i did.

I got a somewhat decent one i think. Was at kent state last year and every weekend i would go to this gas station somewhat close to my dorm and buy a 50 dollar visa card that they sold their that i could use for poker stars. I did this probably for 2 months straight losing (sometimes winning but just taking shots and pissint it away. I eventually lose all the money in my bank around 400 dollars or so and think thats the end of online poker cause i dont have a job or anyway to make money at the time. A week or so later i go and check my mail box at the school and see i have a 250 refund check from them. I cash the check and dont do anything that day. The next day at around 2am i just got done watching poker on tv so i decide to go get a card from the gas station. Its winter at this time so i walk my freezing ass to the gas station and get a card and this time get a 100 dollar card. I come back deposit on stars like usuall and this time i actually find some luck. I first register in a 180 person 12 dollar sit n go and win. I get in another one and win. I get my 100 dollars up to like 1300 or so. I try cashing out but it wont let me because u cant cash out untill 24 hours or so after you make a deposit. So i just decide to play a few more and dont do any good and than decide to 20 table some 6 dollar one table sit n gos and grind my 1300 up to like 1500 and decide to go to bed at like 8am. I eventually cash out when i get the chance the next day for 1200 dollars, and eventually piss the rest of the 300 dollars away by doing tilt + bad bankroll management. When i get my 1200 dollar check (which was sent to my house) i decide to cash it and than go to horse race track. Im pretty good at bettting the horses but really just go on the worst tilt ever and piss my 1200 dollars away on the horses in one day. FML! I eventually fail out of school although it was the funnest year of my life and am now just grinding 20 tables at stars and enjoying betting on horses (not pissing away 1200 dollars a day though) Going to start playing 1-2 at soaring eagle too in michigan. Never will forget the biggest heater winning back 2 back 180 person 12 dollar sit n gos was fun!

this thread is awesome for keeping me off tilt

in as thread #901

i love you degens...

Ok so here goes..

I actually started out playing live poker rather then most people who start out online. I've heard a couple of class mates talking about how much they won in casinos, taking 50 bucks with them and going home with hundreds sometimes even thousands of dollars..

So i spoke to some of them and obviously they told me it was easy because so many of them were reckless gambling donks who didn't understand jack about the game itself. So i told myself that if these douches could make money of this game, and i considered myself way smarter, i should make a killing.

The next thing i knew, i bought and read Phil Hellmuth's book and thought i was the ****in man. I remember actually playing just the top ten hands. Obviously every night people had me figured in just a couple of hours. I remember people telling me "so you've read this book on poker huh..". Although i was making very small profits but mostly breaking even (i never lost all my chips in some all in situation to this point) i told myself i need to fine tune my game and then i'l be the most baller gambler around in town.

After a couple of weeks i finally had the balls to "get out of line" which really felt awkward, and everytime i sat down at the table i was shaking, sweating and being ****in nervous as hell even when i wasn't involved in a hand.

So another week passed by (2nd month) and i took $50 from my savings account (where i saved a humble $180 in total) and went to the local casino. I sat down at a 1/2 nolimit table, and the average stacks were $200, and some had monster stacks like $500 bucks. After mucking like 25 hands including AQ and TT preflop, i did something i've never done before: i preflop raised a hand and i believe it was AKsuited or something. I was literally shaking my pants off and people were looking at me like wtf is wrong with this guy?!

So the guy calls my bet and i have like 30 bucks left. The flop brings an ace, and this guy bets 25 dollars in me. When i called i shoved 20 dollars in front of me like they were my last. Then the dealers shouts to me "TWENTYFIVE DOLLARS SIR WAKEY WAKEY" and i quickly put in the remaining 5 bucks. At this point it felt like i was dieing, i couldn't believe this game stressed me out this much, and i told myself this is the last game of poker i'l ever play. Anyways we both check turn and river and i win the pot.

The next thing i knew, i was hooked. I made a "baller" 40 bucks or something and i felt an instant relaxation. I immidiatley left the table going home and if i knew the bling blang blow theory at that moment they would definitely be on my titties all night lol.

So next morning i went to college and i felt like the ****in man. My self esteem went to the ****in roof. I felt like i was upgraded socially, mentally and even physical i had so much energy flowing through my body i believed i was the king of the world. Whenever i felt down, i told myself "but hey, guess who made a ****in baller 40 bucks in an INSTANT?" and i was on crack again.

So next friday night i grabbed my mighty 40 bucks and my original buy in (+10) so i had a cool 100 bucks. I went to the casino and sat down at the exact same 1/2 table and bought in short stacked (little did i know). After a couple of hands i managed to pull myself together again and made a "frisky" play with T9o. I flopped the nuts and i was literally taking off, i stood up a little but not really and i can imagine my appearance had to be ****in hilarious.

I dont know what these guys were thinking but one of em' went all in with A8 or something and i was laughing. I mean really laughing out loud like a moron. I was smiling at this guy and the adrenaline was screaming inside. Other people ****in clapped for me and it felt like i totally demolished this guy. Ofcourse, they clapped because i was making a total show of myself.

So i kept doing this for a month or two and i was making money like it was water. Everytime i went i was more confident, i learned myself new strategies and it seemed i was the very best in the game. I never had a night were i actually lost money, well at least more then i would win. If i lost an all in situation i was like oh well, you gotta take some of these (ive heard that somewhere on poker after dark or something).

I was doing this to the point i actually got tired of driving around and staying at casinos for hours. Obviously i got rid of my job a long time ago, i mean i was making at least 800-1000 a week and i had like 8K in my savings account. Whos gonna **** with me right?

So i met up with those classmates one day i told earlier about, and they told me i should play online. The same exact day i created an account on partypoker and deposited a baller 100 bucks. I played for a while with my mates and i made a profit bit by bit. But it didnt felt anything like i was used to in the casinos. I was relaxed, i had my drink, i was watching tv and doing fun stuff in the meantime.

Soon enough i discovered the higher limits and you know where this is going. I deposited 2K and imidiatly played at 5/10. This was my first time i played these stakes and it felt like i was crushing it. My mates told me i shouldnt be so superhappy and **** about my strategy because its all variance and all that, and someday i would lose a lot. And they told it would happen eventually wether i liked it or not. So i gave them the bla-bla face and told them they just suck and that theres no such thing as swings of bad luck.

Around this time i grinded my way up to around 30K online, and a little under 10K in live. At this point i've given up on live poker and im hardly going to the casino anymore. Then the inevitable doomswitch was triggered.

In a matter of days i've lost everything i made online. I told myself i was getting sucked out on every single time, and that they were just very lucky. At the end of the road i was left with as little as $500 bucks. So i said okay, maybe i need to get the golden touch again and so i went to the casino where it all started. But nevertheless soon enough i was also losing massive amounts of money there as well.

At this point i totalled my balance and figured i had around 800 bucks left. I grabbed the remaining monies like a rat and went to the casino. Soon enough, i lost everything there as well. So i went home broke, dissapointed, down and i felt like killing myself.

When i got home i spend the rest of my night thinking about what i could have done with the money i had. And then in a flash of common sense i realised what a fool i was. It wasn't the variance i had overlooked and still believed it was non existant, it was the fact i had 40K and i hand't spend a SINGLE DIME on anything other than poker. So in fact this whole investation of time, blood sweat and tears costed me exactly $50 bucks.


The next morning i told myself that well, you might not have the money anymore, but you sure had it and you should be proud of that.

Everytime i think about that phrase i want to kill myself.

went to burning man this year (1st time....random last minute trip). its really everything....music, art, people, novelty, huge community built out of nothing, no currency, no real rules. every day is like a diff. theme day like no-pants-day or everyone-wears-a-pink-tutu day etc. its also really beautiful....watchcing the sunrise in a desert among crazy man-built sculptures/art pieces that look like they came out of a comic book. you "should" contribute something to the community while you are there. i found a job at something you may call a bar and worked at this pyro-station show where i burned my wrist and fingers so that i had bubble-like blisters size of a blueberry..

well anyways, i also neeeded a place to sleep. at the camp where i stayed it was decided that i was responsible for getting water since i had no tent, cocstumes, supplies etc. well i bought a **** ton of water at target store near the airport. thats really all i brought. some tshirts, scarf+ goggles to protect from wind, some energy bars to eat and like all the water that i can stuff in the car. we got there at like 5am on a Saturday morning, found our camp and passed out for a few hours. everything was a blur.

in the morning i woke up and realized that gallons of water that i had for all of my camp was gone...well ****. amazing, so much for being a helpful part of a community. i had to somehow get them water so I took someone's bike (thats fine there as long as u return it) and drove around the "city" abrosbing this controlled mayhem and searching for something where i can get water (no idea wtf exactly i was loooking for...i just had to get it and couldn't really stay at the camp).

so i saw guys playing cards outside their tent (eyes light up). they were playing bull****. Luke and Jared were both from canada and happened to be pretty degenerate. first we were playing bull**** for fun. it wasn't long before we were playing for basically all the food that i had on me at the time that i brought for myself. (australian couple that drove me there was also sort of counting on some of it). that sounds ******ed because if i loose i really have no food and no water in the desert and piss off a bunch of people...well it was def. really dumb. oh BINGO ...i proceed to loose everything. empty bag on my shoulders. all gone

at this point i am thinking what i am going to tell the people when i come back and honestly wtf i am going to be doing. you know the feeling when you think you lost your passport at the airport or you were just told about a huge deadline in 2 hours that requires heaps of work. Cold waves of sweat rush over your body. kind of like that....

the guys really liked those energy bars and were on a huge high from brutalizing me in this game and calling all my bulffs so i went on credit (another brilliant idea) and told them ill get them more bars at my tent, which was obv. a lie. i wasn't sure what my plan was if i loose. Plan was to have no plan and win and deal with loosing as it happens.

30+ min later i somehow staged a comeback, won all my food and some of their water of course we invited them for dinner and gave them water, but it was a huge relief.

moral of the story: it all works out in the end? everyone is a little degen inside?...i dont know.

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any story about going to some hippi festival that does not involve banging some hippi chicks. Frankly that is the only way going to a hippi festival will ever be a brag of any way.