Just a quick whiny post - if you hate moaning, look away now.
Last night was possibly my worst night ever (well, with Bonus and rb it probably wasn't) in terms of cash lost. I was 4-tabling £50NL 6max and playing pretty well, but things weren't going my way:
- I managed to lose a stack with KK, bet-sizing beautifully on a Q-high board so I was all in with a 3/4 psb on the river, only to have the guy to my left, who had been happily letting me bet, snaffle it from me with AA. He had min-re-raised with position pre-flop, so I guess I could have slowed down. But I didn't, so meh.
- I'm usually more pragmatic about split pots, but this one sucked so badly, and came so soon after the above stacking, that I got very upset. I check in the BB with 78o; flop is 45T. I am checked to, so decide to c-bet, and am called by the SB. Ah well, no biggie. The turn, however, is a 6, and after multiple raises, to my delight, we're both all in - a lovely sexy 250bb pot and me with the nuts as he turns over 73.
The river, of course, is an 8. Three-outed for a loss of $120.
A couple of other poor hands and I was down just over 3 buyins. I then start getting it together - some decent cards and a determined attempt to wrest control of the tables won me two of them back. It was getting late, and when my best table was down to HU, I thought I'd hit the sack. But then I realise that the guy next to me was a lagg who'd shown down a few dodgy hands and I wondered if my superior skillz might help me get back to even.
The answer = an emphatic no. This guy was the most aggressive HU player I've ever come across, so I was obliged to call raises and make raises of my won I wouldn't usually do. I was doing okay, but he was hitting every single time - the two occasions when I rightly called him down with 3rd or 4th pair, he'd hit on the river.
So I am down almost a buyin in about 5 minutes, when I notice we're HU in a hand on another table. I have 33, so I'm delighted to see a 3TJ flop, and even happier when he bets into me. Soon we're all in - a 360bb pot this time - and this guy, this laggy fucker who'll raise with air 9 times out of ten, turns over TT.
In ten minutes I manage to lose $330 to this guy alone. I feel physically sick; I can't move; I feel like I've been assaulted. Anosmic is fortunately on AIM to console me - and lord knows he's had his share of appalling fortune lately - but I can't breath or speak. In all my poker days I've never had such a visceral response to losing.
It's past my bedtime, but I know I'm too upset to sleep, so I chat and think and surf meaninglessly for half an hour. When I go to bed it's all I can think about. This morning, it's all I can think about. The rational part of my brain knows it's just what happens, and I know I'll be fine in a day or two (note to self: maybe do some chores tonight, or watch a film, rather than playing). But man. This is a brutal game sometimes.
Last night was possibly my worst night ever (well, with Bonus and rb it probably wasn't) in terms of cash lost. I was 4-tabling £50NL 6max and playing pretty well, but things weren't going my way:
- I managed to lose a stack with KK, bet-sizing beautifully on a Q-high board so I was all in with a 3/4 psb on the river, only to have the guy to my left, who had been happily letting me bet, snaffle it from me with AA. He had min-re-raised with position pre-flop, so I guess I could have slowed down. But I didn't, so meh.
- I'm usually more pragmatic about split pots, but this one sucked so badly, and came so soon after the above stacking, that I got very upset. I check in the BB with 78o; flop is 45T. I am checked to, so decide to c-bet, and am called by the SB. Ah well, no biggie. The turn, however, is a 6, and after multiple raises, to my delight, we're both all in - a lovely sexy 250bb pot and me with the nuts as he turns over 73.
The river, of course, is an 8. Three-outed for a loss of $120.
A couple of other poor hands and I was down just over 3 buyins. I then start getting it together - some decent cards and a determined attempt to wrest control of the tables won me two of them back. It was getting late, and when my best table was down to HU, I thought I'd hit the sack. But then I realise that the guy next to me was a lagg who'd shown down a few dodgy hands and I wondered if my superior skillz might help me get back to even.
The answer = an emphatic no. This guy was the most aggressive HU player I've ever come across, so I was obliged to call raises and make raises of my won I wouldn't usually do. I was doing okay, but he was hitting every single time - the two occasions when I rightly called him down with 3rd or 4th pair, he'd hit on the river.
So I am down almost a buyin in about 5 minutes, when I notice we're HU in a hand on another table. I have 33, so I'm delighted to see a 3TJ flop, and even happier when he bets into me. Soon we're all in - a 360bb pot this time - and this guy, this laggy fucker who'll raise with air 9 times out of ten, turns over TT.
In ten minutes I manage to lose $330 to this guy alone. I feel physically sick; I can't move; I feel like I've been assaulted. Anosmic is fortunately on AIM to console me - and lord knows he's had his share of appalling fortune lately - but I can't breath or speak. In all my poker days I've never had such a visceral response to losing.
It's past my bedtime, but I know I'm too upset to sleep, so I chat and think and surf meaninglessly for half an hour. When I go to bed it's all I can think about. This morning, it's all I can think about. The rational part of my brain knows it's just what happens, and I know I'll be fine in a day or two (note to self: maybe do some chores tonight, or watch a film, rather than playing). But man. This is a brutal game sometimes.
