I'm in it for the sadism.

I love it when they tilt so hard they all start screaming at each other.

Building the pot sky high to make all manner of profitable yet legendary bad beat call a matter of course is the best torture. They can't handle it. The table just breaks, and no one wants to play anymore. Then on to the next table to do it all over again.

God, I love poker.

That's funny OP cos:

I'm in it for the sadism.

I love it when they tilt so hard they all start screaming at each other.

Building the pot sky high to make all manner of profitable yet legendary bad beat call a matter of course is the best torture. They can't handle it. The table just breaks, and no one wants to play anymore. Then on to the next table to do it all over again.

God, I love poker.

I'm in it for the sadism.

I love it when they tilt so hard they all start screaming at each other.

Building the pot sky high to make all manner of profitable yet legendary bad beat call a matter of course is the best torture. They can't handle it. The table just breaks, and no one wants to play anymore. Then on to the next table to do it all over again.

God, I love poker.

I'm in it for the sadism.

I love it when they tilt so hard they all start screaming at each other.

Building the pot sky high to make all manner of profitable yet legendary bad beat call a matter of course is the best torture. They can't handle it. The table just breaks, and no one wants to play anymore. Then on to the next table to do it all over again.

God, I love poker.

I love God. I'm in it for the sadism. Smoking the pot, I'm sky high... is the best torture. Can't handle it. Just breaks. No wants anymore.

Do it all over again.

My only weakness is hungry and sleepy.

https://youtu.be/nkF218n7A1s?t=64

I'm in it for the sadism.

I love it when they tilt so hard they all start screaming at each other.

Building the pot sky high to make all manner of profitable yet legendary bad beat call a matter of course is the best torture. They can't handle it. The table just breaks, and no one wants to play anymore. Then on to the next table to do it all over again.

God, I love poker.

Listen here, you ****ing nitrocks. I jam up the pot to kill the table with rake.

Do you hear me goddamnnit? I ruin games. I will make you all hate poker. I'm coming to your game. Deal with it.

Recreational players can quit (or not even play) when they don't feel their best or want to lock up a win or avoid a big loss. Full time pros can't afford that luxury without risking putting up a 1200 hour 2010 (which is basically what I did).

I definitely enjoy the game less now than I did in the months leading up to my "shot", but that is almost by definition. I had to be super duper excited about poker back then, right?

At Ocean's in 2009 or so I was in town for just two nights and won 9.5 racks in the 40/80 game in 11 hours of play. At the time I wasn't very comfortable at all playing so high, but when all the fish at my table moved over to the new game I felt I had no choice. This was also the day I met Frond. Despite those 9.5 racks I am a large lifetime loser at 40/80. In my first 700+ hours of live 20/40 I ran at about $55/hour. That was also awesome; when you're winning that much you really just never ever lose. Like every single day you come up and it's like "hi honey how many racks did you win today oh just one what went wrong?"

During one of my previous failed 40/80 shots when I chased the then legendary Tom B when he moved up from 20 to 40 for the day the following hand roughly occurred. Remember I'm taking a shot and kind of scared:

Dealer pitches me my first card. It is a 7, and everyone finds out because it hits my knuckle and flips over. No big deal, I get two new cards, which happen to be a pair of queens. I don't remember the intermediary steps by which we arrived at showdown, other than to say that I did count the pot and there were more than 2000 American dollars in it when Tom B check/raised the river with the wheel to crack my top set.

I'm in it for the sadomasochism.

I love it when they get me so hard and they all start screaming at each other.

Building the pot sky high to make all manner of profitable yet legendary bad beat call a matter of course is the best torture. They can't handle it. The wind just breaks, out of my anus with a high pitched squeal, and no one wants to play anymore. Then on to the next table to do it all over again.

God, I love poker.

I’m in it for the money. Ya’ll be trippin’.

Also, I don’t play FLHE.

That game is for sadistic masochistic mother ******s.

What is cruel and unusual torture?

This is the one I would have done if I caught this thread when it started

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