As most of you know, I'm busto on Full Tilt (send any donations to "Bloody P"...I'm $0.40 shy of playing in Kat's
I was afraid it was going to happen on Poker Stars as well.
I had a meager 'roll of about $110. I managed to dronk that off to about $50 the other night. Needless to say, I was afraid of going busto on Stars, as well.
Then it hit me.
I axed myself, "Oh, Bloody one, why art thou handing thyself thine own anus?"
And verily, I say unto you beetches (as I done saith to my badself the other night): It was all EGO.
No, not EGGO. Not leggo my freaking eggo. I'm not Waffles
, for the love of Darryl Hall and John Oates.Ego
. That thing inside of you that tells you you're better than the people you're playing against, and you can't believe
that they'd call your pre-flop raise (with A7 s00000ted) with AK, because, hell, you've been a total tight-ass, rock tonight!
Ego was kicking my ass, and I had to let it go.
To update, I'm back up to the $90 range after playing some SnGs on 'Stars. And I'm up because I listened to a certain mister Kenny Rogers, who knew what the fuck he was talking about:
1. You got know when to hold 'em.
B. Know when to fold 'em.
3. Know when to walk away.
E. Know when to run.
Seriously sage advice. I played four 6-handed $6.60 SnGs tonight and here's how I finished:
Why? I was ego free. Also see A-6 above.
Last night, here's how I finished:
Why? Because I was the best player at the table and I can't believe my ducks didn't hold up against AQs!!
Anyway, you know what this muther father did to win tonight?
I put my damn ego aside and played some cards.
Know when you're beat, know when you're ahead, people, that's the key.
Oh, on a personal note, I accidentally cut the crap out of my dick with a pair of electric hair cutting shears today when I was doing some "manscaping
Lying on the bathroom floor was tons of hair and crazy blood everywhere. Seriously, blood shooting
from my dink. I was almost afraid I'd cut something vital off.
I can barely move even now without excruciating pain.