1 large on the flip side
I knew that my last week plowing through the Full Tilt reload bonus was dreadful, I simply did not know how rough it had been. I checked out my stats for the past few days in Poker Tracker and the numbers were disturbing to say the least: Roughly 800$ lost through 1200 hands (or 135 BB at 3/6 6 max). Shit, that much?
Shitty but this time, I’m taking it all in.
As bad as my first serious downswing was in march (Lost roughly 50% of my bankroll playing games that were above me in more ways than one) my reaction to it was even worst. Instead of manning up and rolling with the punches, I whined and cried like a little girl on this blog and pretty much stopped playing in fear of going broke. Problem is, if you’re not playing, you’re not gonna win it back. As a result, my bankroll stayed stagnant, my game regressed and I set myself backwards in my personal Poker adventure. I am just now, making up for the time and the money that was lost back then. I basically threw away 6 months of this calendar year thanks to my cowardice.
My approach, this time, is completely different. Instead of hiding, I am CRAVING to sit my ass back down at the tables and sling some fucking chips. I simply don’t care if I lose my ENTIRE BANKROLL AS LONG AS I AM PLAYING WELL. Reviewing hands in this downswing has revealed that I’ve been overplaying my over cards way too much. While variance has made me miss 1243425345 flops in a row with AK, I shouldn’t be calling down all the way to showdown with ‘em like a brainless newb for shit and giggles. That’s simply bad play. I also need to do a better job of knowing when to quit. My crack head tendencies simply have to go. I simply can’t believe how often I’ll play and leave when I realize It’s not my day only to come back a few hours later and lose some more. Seriously, WTF?
I am better than this. I am bigger than this. And if I ever want to become someone in this Poker thing, I’ll have to handle taking the losses like a man, stick with it and come out of this shit smelling like roses.
Either that, or I’m simply a degenerate gambler that’s fallen off the deep end and for whom all hope is lost. Either way works for me.