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Originally Posted by hagbard celine
Shane,
A few things:
First, thanks for doing this. I've read your blog since I started playing poker a few years ago, and have always looked up to you as an older dude who maintains an edge in an otherwise young man's game, and looks cool as he does it.
We played together briefly this summer in the 2500 6-max event. I was the guy who moved to Vermont for a girl. You seem like a very nice guy, and are definitely a great face for the game. Congratulations on the sponsorship and best of luck.
I remember reading the blog you wrote shortly before you FT'd the Million. I could really relate to your situation and am very happy that you've rediscovered your love for the game and a thirst for the grind.
I imagine that your confidence must have been shaken, to say the least. Do you think that without your scores in the Million and 100r you still would have rebuilt that confidence? And if so, what did/do you do to remain confident and happy despite poor results that were affecting not only you but your relationship as well? (I don't mean to get too personal, but I'm in a similar situation at the moment, respond via PM or not at all if you like)
Finally, I think the concept of a "Well" is not for the person answering to be stuck in the well, but to be the well, giving water (information) to all that want it.
In that respect, your answers are like crack. Please keep slangin' that ****.
Charlie
Let's start with the last thing: Isn't the template, "A stranger is being shown around a village that he has just become part of. He is shown a well and his guide says 'On any day except Tuesday, you can shout any question down that well and you'll be told the answer.'"
The "wellspring of information" is a Chainsaw concept I think!
The time last year following the WSOP and before the Sunday Mill cash was beyond confidence shaking. In fact, confidence wasn't even on my radar. I have never felt so lost and in limbo as I did during the latter half of last year.
There's some moral here about needing to hit bottom. Or about having to let go of your dreams before they can come back to start working for you. I really don't know. I was so lost and then got so lucky, I'm just really grateful to be where I'm at.
I felt I couldn't play poker, yet there was nothing else I could do either. I took an improv class just as a way of shaking things up, but it didn't really provide much direction or intellectual stimulation. But I did realize there's a whole league of people in this city blindly chasing their dreams of being a performer, diving head-first into the entertainment industry rat-race while working at Starbucks, and in a way that takes more balls than anything I've ever tried.
Maybe that helped put things in perspective, but if I didn't win with AK>KK deep in that Sunday Million, who knows where I'd be.