Just another grim day on the online felt. Bubbles at least one tournament. Crashes out of more regs than ayrton senna with a brain disorder. Finally cashed of course. They wait until 95 per cent of my bankroll is gone before I win a paltry .50 sng. Yay.
Felting is miserable. Even writin this after winning I feel hollow. I need inspiration. So I will say this. But for two misplayed hands I would be in profit in the evening. And tournaments are the devil's work. Back to the grind....
Tuesday, 26 February 2013
Monday, 25 February 2013
Getting stakes Part II
Totally min cashed. Ha. It's hilarious when I think how I needed such a ridiculous amount of run good just to min cash. I must be the worst winning player in the world. Uncracked Aces, Uncracked Kings, 67 hitting sets. All happened at least, oh I don't know, a million times? Yeah, that number sounds right. I got all of those hands a million times EACH in this session.
And I still only min cashed.
Honestly I don't know how successful nitty players do it. To be honest, I don't know how nitty players can stand being so nitty. But to rock up, wait and wait and wait and still make money is bloody impressive.
Anyway, table time. C u on pStars (DMansell) or FTP (daegubaby)
And I still only min cashed.
Honestly I don't know how successful nitty players do it. To be honest, I don't know how nitty players can stand being so nitty. But to rock up, wait and wait and wait and still make money is bloody impressive.
Anyway, table time. C u on pStars (DMansell) or FTP (daegubaby)
Sunday, 24 February 2013
Being Stakes
My previous blog was all about the happiness of playing free. I assume you didn't read it. I assume no one reads this. That gies me a freedom to just prattle away, which again leads to happiness.
However, I have just received an opportunity to get staked. I saw a spot being offered to stake the rebuys and buy in for the FTP Cool Million. Some of you are laughing at the 33 dollars associated with that. Well, I mean you would if you were reading this. However that is something quite new for me.
Going through the process for the ID recognition was weird. I kept expected to get phished or boned in some cool 'Sneakers' way. Yes, I referenced a hacking movie starring Robert Redford. Shut up, it was an awesome movie. But nothing happened. My computer is still alive. My account still has the same level bankroll. I have not started a game of Nuclear War with Soviet Russia. (I need to watch new movies).
So, I'm a responsible poker player. Someone in the ether, some stranger, wants me to represent them on the poker table. I can't think about that. I can't worry about that. I can't think that every raise, call or fold is a reflection on his decision.
All I can do is play well. I can repay the trust by not blowing up, by not getting impatient , by making good decisions and by not getting careless. We shall see how that goes.
However, I have just received an opportunity to get staked. I saw a spot being offered to stake the rebuys and buy in for the FTP Cool Million. Some of you are laughing at the 33 dollars associated with that. Well, I mean you would if you were reading this. However that is something quite new for me.
Going through the process for the ID recognition was weird. I kept expected to get phished or boned in some cool 'Sneakers' way. Yes, I referenced a hacking movie starring Robert Redford. Shut up, it was an awesome movie. But nothing happened. My computer is still alive. My account still has the same level bankroll. I have not started a game of Nuclear War with Soviet Russia. (I need to watch new movies).
So, I'm a responsible poker player. Someone in the ether, some stranger, wants me to represent them on the poker table. I can't think about that. I can't worry about that. I can't think that every raise, call or fold is a reflection on his decision.
All I can do is play well. I can repay the trust by not blowing up, by not getting impatient , by making good decisions and by not getting careless. We shall see how that goes.
Friday, 22 February 2013
Bankroll Management Is Stupid.
Time for me to blow your mind with just how stupid I am. Listen up turkeys!
Poker is a skill game.
Poker is a grind.
Poker is not a lottery.
We heard it all before. At this point, it's become something of a religious mantra to those attempting to legalize online poker. I am surprised the judges don't just hear the adults talking from Charlie Brown.
Mawr mawr mawr skill mawr mawr mawr.
I am sure for the grinders, the pros and the pro wannabes this is a life raft to hold onto in the tumultuous seas of variance. But, I don't hold with it. I think poker is a run good game. Jason Mercier kicked arse in 2010 and 2011. In 2012 he seemed to be getting slapped about. His run good ran bad. Ask Blom If it's a pure skill game. Ask Negreanu, who ran worse than Pistorius without flippers. (Too soon?) Run good and run bad are the shadow sisters of poker's bright knight, skill.
So when I sit down at a table, I treat it like any other gambling table. I have a set amount I can afford to lose. When it is gone, and it invariably does, I can shrug my shoulders. I am a recreational player. I am sure I am a pro's wet dream.
And I don't care. I am not trying to play the best I can. I am not trying to fix holes in my game. I don't want to spend hours getting better, I proving myself in some attempt at self actualization. This isn't Kung Fu. Hell, it's not even The Karate Kid.
It's poker. It's meant to be fun. And that's how I play. I have fun I like spewing off chips. It's. Fun! And when I cash, I don't think about hoarding it. When I win a MTT or a tournament, I don't think about the responsible thing to do. It's a little late for that. If I wanted to be responsible I would have put the money in a bank, or got some dental work (insert english joke here).
The money I deposited online is money gone. So when it goes up to a grand or two grand for fifty bucks investment, you know how much money I am gambling with?
Nothing. It's already gone.
Thank goodness because now I can play higher stakes and it is STILL FUN. Can you imagine poker not being fun. The skin shivers at the thought of sitting at a computer clicking a mouse and not having fun. Because that's what I do at work. F**k that.
Poker is a skill game.
Poker is a grind.
Poker is not a lottery.
We heard it all before. At this point, it's become something of a religious mantra to those attempting to legalize online poker. I am surprised the judges don't just hear the adults talking from Charlie Brown.
Mawr mawr mawr skill mawr mawr mawr.
I am sure for the grinders, the pros and the pro wannabes this is a life raft to hold onto in the tumultuous seas of variance. But, I don't hold with it. I think poker is a run good game. Jason Mercier kicked arse in 2010 and 2011. In 2012 he seemed to be getting slapped about. His run good ran bad. Ask Blom If it's a pure skill game. Ask Negreanu, who ran worse than Pistorius without flippers. (Too soon?) Run good and run bad are the shadow sisters of poker's bright knight, skill.
So when I sit down at a table, I treat it like any other gambling table. I have a set amount I can afford to lose. When it is gone, and it invariably does, I can shrug my shoulders. I am a recreational player. I am sure I am a pro's wet dream.
And I don't care. I am not trying to play the best I can. I am not trying to fix holes in my game. I don't want to spend hours getting better, I proving myself in some attempt at self actualization. This isn't Kung Fu. Hell, it's not even The Karate Kid.
It's poker. It's meant to be fun. And that's how I play. I have fun I like spewing off chips. It's. Fun! And when I cash, I don't think about hoarding it. When I win a MTT or a tournament, I don't think about the responsible thing to do. It's a little late for that. If I wanted to be responsible I would have put the money in a bank, or got some dental work (insert english joke here).
The money I deposited online is money gone. So when it goes up to a grand or two grand for fifty bucks investment, you know how much money I am gambling with?
Nothing. It's already gone.
Thank goodness because now I can play higher stakes and it is STILL FUN. Can you imagine poker not being fun. The skin shivers at the thought of sitting at a computer clicking a mouse and not having fun. Because that's what I do at work. F**k that.
A Poker Nobody
Okay so lets be honest for a second. It'll only hurt for a bit.
I love poker. Love it like a baseball fan loves baseball, I imagine.
I don't really get baseball. It's like rounders but giant men take drugs and play it. But their fans really know a lot about their teams. They know who is the top dog. They have opinions on plays, on matches.
And no one else cares.
I know all about the top players, top stacks, top plays. I listen to to ante up, to the poker cast, the poker edge. I watch live streaming final tables, the Big Game, High Stakes and even old YouTube vids.
And I could write about how Germans and Russians are going to win more 5Ks than you could shake a fist at. I could sneer at commentators being so crap at dealing with good female poker players (gals? Really, bunner?)
No one cares.
I am a nobody in the poker world. I never played above 10/20 fixed PLO. And that was for half a minute. I knocked out Pius Heinz in a tourney. It was some 100 dollar hyper turbo but for some 30 seconds I beat the world champion. Still, I am a poker nobody.
Poker is filled with the nobodies. Poker is filled with the dreamers. Poker is filled with opportunities, moments of glory, moments of triumph. And it's done by the nobodies, for themselves. Take that baseball fans.
I'm a poker nobody. And I'm cool with it.
I love poker. Love it like a baseball fan loves baseball, I imagine.
I don't really get baseball. It's like rounders but giant men take drugs and play it. But their fans really know a lot about their teams. They know who is the top dog. They have opinions on plays, on matches.
And no one else cares.
I know all about the top players, top stacks, top plays. I listen to to ante up, to the poker cast, the poker edge. I watch live streaming final tables, the Big Game, High Stakes and even old YouTube vids.
And I could write about how Germans and Russians are going to win more 5Ks than you could shake a fist at. I could sneer at commentators being so crap at dealing with good female poker players (gals? Really, bunner?)
No one cares.
I am a nobody in the poker world. I never played above 10/20 fixed PLO. And that was for half a minute. I knocked out Pius Heinz in a tourney. It was some 100 dollar hyper turbo but for some 30 seconds I beat the world champion. Still, I am a poker nobody.
Poker is filled with the nobodies. Poker is filled with the dreamers. Poker is filled with opportunities, moments of glory, moments of triumph. And it's done by the nobodies, for themselves. Take that baseball fans.
I'm a poker nobody. And I'm cool with it.
Wednesday, 20 February 2013
My Favorite Pokerstars Moment
My Favorite Moment on Pokerstars
Those of you who know me in real life could consider me a verbose character. Me likey the talktalk a whole bunch. When I sit down in any social situation, whether it be a bar , restaurant or at a friend's house, I get involved in the conversation du jour. In fact, to a large extent I run it. If there is silence, I fill it. If there is one guy hogging the monologuing like a bad guy, I'll make him take a breath,
What the hell does this have to do with poker, I hear you mutter. First off, speak up. Secondly, I'll tell you. When I get in a good position in an online tournament I love chatting to other players in the Squawk Box, the name I give to the text chat. It is nice to find someone who wants a genuine conversation. It's more fun being on the outside of a Spanish conversation 'jajajjajajajaja'ing with the rest of them. And of course when I run good, and put bad beats on people, I get to mock their indignant responses.
And one day I ran really well. It was a 2.20 rebuy NL Omaha Hi/lo. I know, right, can you smell the fish in the room? TO the non poker players, this game attracts a lot of gambling. Poker theory tends to become secondary to a desire to win. Or in the case of my tables, to beat that mouthy git with the stupid afro. They hated me. I had so much run good I could sit down with 456Ko and hit quad Kings with a 23K flop. I could hit a wheel on the turn and make nut full house on river.
The rebuy period of that tournament I was chip leader by at least a billion chips (numbers may vary) . One guy was to my right and he was not a happy bunny. My squawk box was full of some very mean things, some of which involved my mother and others involving my apparently black heritage. I think I neeed to improve the brightness of my avatar. I thought he was harmless, and I proceeded to get involved in a slanging match, exchanging my pleasantries with his barbarisms. Me riposte-ing with lines 'wow, you make such educated guesses. I can see why you're poker pro' would send him off again and again. I nearly fell off my chair from laughing. Me, a 33 year old. Embarrassing.
Well, I busted him of course. I busted a whole bunch of people. I ran my tables. If there were no bets I took the pot. If someone was acting aggro constantly I would shut them down. Conversation, and playing I like to be the table captain. It's not that I think I'm the best. I just think life and poker is more fun that way. BTW, ended up fourth. Took down over a grand. Not bad for a mouthy Brit with a ridiculously awesome afro.
Old Dirty Rabbi, Hebrew Hammer 'DMansell'
What the hell does this have to do with poker, I hear you mutter. First off, speak up. Secondly, I'll tell you. When I get in a good position in an online tournament I love chatting to other players in the Squawk Box, the name I give to the text chat. It is nice to find someone who wants a genuine conversation. It's more fun being on the outside of a Spanish conversation 'jajajjajajajaja'ing with the rest of them. And of course when I run good, and put bad beats on people, I get to mock their indignant responses.
And one day I ran really well. It was a 2.20 rebuy NL Omaha Hi/lo. I know, right, can you smell the fish in the room? TO the non poker players, this game attracts a lot of gambling. Poker theory tends to become secondary to a desire to win. Or in the case of my tables, to beat that mouthy git with the stupid afro. They hated me. I had so much run good I could sit down with 456Ko and hit quad Kings with a 23K flop. I could hit a wheel on the turn and make nut full house on river.
The rebuy period of that tournament I was chip leader by at least a billion chips (numbers may vary) . One guy was to my right and he was not a happy bunny. My squawk box was full of some very mean things, some of which involved my mother and others involving my apparently black heritage. I think I neeed to improve the brightness of my avatar. I thought he was harmless, and I proceeded to get involved in a slanging match, exchanging my pleasantries with his barbarisms. Me riposte-ing with lines 'wow, you make such educated guesses. I can see why you're poker pro' would send him off again and again. I nearly fell off my chair from laughing. Me, a 33 year old. Embarrassing.
Well, I busted him of course. I busted a whole bunch of people. I ran my tables. If there were no bets I took the pot. If someone was acting aggro constantly I would shut them down. Conversation, and playing I like to be the table captain. It's not that I think I'm the best. I just think life and poker is more fun that way. BTW, ended up fourth. Took down over a grand. Not bad for a mouthy Brit with a ridiculously awesome afro.
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Old Dirty Rabbi, Hebrew Hammer 'DMansell'
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