i can has losing session at Nl50 ^^by PplusAD, June 18
didnt believe this was still possible ...
Well, sooner or later it had to happen ...
-5 buy ins on NL50 in 1,7K hands ....
So how was this possible ...
1st) I didnt make hands whole session ...
after like 900 hands , when i still didnt flop anything i got bored and switched to bluffing style ...
unfortunately villians today were the most nobblish calling stations ive played in a long time ..
I made some sick bluffs in good spots ...
however villians called me down with 3rd pairs and stuff all day ...
example
I have 57 and 3 bet a villian
he insta calls ( ive seen him raise -> 3bet insta call with low pockets before so i saw a good chance he had a low pocket)
flop K55 rainbow
he 1/2 pots kinda fast ... and i was pretty sure he had a low pocket or was at least not too strong -> i called with intention to bluff the turn if he checks
Turn Q he checks ---> i shove all in -> he timebanks and finally calls showing 88 >-<
several of this situations happend
Well , session today i had probably two choices
1st) Continue normal play and just check/fold all day since i couldnt hit a hand in 1000 years and end like -1buy ins after 1700hands ..
2.) try to make money without hitting hands ...
since i got insanely bored for missing all flops all day i choose descision 2
Hm , from retroperspective conditions today had been a dream for valuetowning ...
but there is nothing to valuetown when u dont make hands ^^
so after 12 big winning sessions at NL50 in a row i finally managed to have a losing session
YAY
Do you know anyone who.... + questionsby ck20, June 18
Used the rule "hit hard or go home" and succed?
F.E
How possible is making 25 buyins while starting with 5 bi at nl25 @pokerstars?
I know it's all variance, our skills and how we run, but still, THEORYCRAFTING:
Very doable, right?
and questions.
DO YOU EVER EVER, LEAD out to pre-flop raiser if u are oop? do not count sets here.
When to do that?
DO YOU EVER EVER, check/call flop and then lead out turn? why and when to do that?
First off let me apologize. As soon as the dutch are European Champions i will not write about soccer anymore untill the World Championship when we are going to stomp on your country too. i'm just saying.. 3-0 vs world champ, 4-1 vs world cup finalist, 9 substitute players, 2-0 vs rumania. i'm already sorry for you swiss and russian guys. either of you is going to get royally fucked on saturday
On to less important matters. I'm going to be visiting Croatia and Bosnia next month. I haven't been on a real vacation for quite some time - just music festivals - and am really looking forward too it. I picked up the lonely planet guide on the Western Balkans but #%)&@)%&@ there is nothing in there about casino's ??
Anyone got some information about where the soft spots are? I'd rather not play a bunch of mobsters though. I'm not Rekrul.
I'll be in Zagreb, Sarajevo and in Split. maybe, maybe i'll hit up Dubrovnic. As i hear its really beautifull.
I dont dare to say i'm recovering now. Nope, the past taught me well about swings ^^ I'm back to NL50, playing 4 tables, something like 19/16. I'm trying to be more aggressive pf /3-4bet, squeezing/, i'm practicing that. SO FAR it goes well If u could take shots in middle July, i'll be more than happy. Oh, and i'm platinumstar btw! :D
So i recently hit a wall and it sucked.
This is the third fuckin time i've tried to post this so i'm not going to type a big long story blah blah bs like my first 2 attempts at posting.
oh wait i'm a tard, blah my fault blah blah blah.
shit head.
i'm really mad at myself.
I want to go workout but i've spent like 45 minutes on writing and then deleting my posts.
FUCKIN SHIT!!!!!
My question***************************
Is 9 buy in's in 3500 hands bad, average, good, great??? I'm not sure...
In other poker news: I played a live game on friday w/ coworkers. Have played free poker tournaments at a bar w/ them before so i know they suck. Unfortunately i played 5 hours to go 1/1 in showdown and won like 4 pots w/o showdown... I had AKs and played standard raise and got minraised from my assitant manager who i know is a call raise aggro donk so i call and catch tptk on flop of K J 9 w/ 2 spades. I raise pot, he reraises, i reraise, he calls, turn is 3 spades... i check, he bets 1/2 pot, i think, i call. Riv is a Q and by this point i go on tilt b/c my aggressiveness can't push this donk out of the hand pf or on flop...so i fold here. This brought me down to like 15 bucks...i bought in w/ 40... I got back up to 35 after winning my one showdown... KQ, gets raised by the guy b4 me, i call, get a couple other calls... flop is K 10 2... he checks, i bet 1/2 pot, 2 calls behind me including him... turn brings some pointless card... he checks, i go all in for like $8...1 guy folds and he calls me, he had what i had him on, KJ.... got up to about 35, then some guys left and we had 5 ppl and i went to town on them and got up to $48, then i go to whataburger at 4 am and blow it on a chicken sandwich.
7.xx for a fucking chicken sandwich wtf
Annnyway that got me to thinking. I started raping when we were at 5 plyrs. Is it the same on 6max tables??? Need some opinions i play on 9 max tables...
AND all you non-Americans thinking about moving to America??? Don't move to the 49 shitty states in the union...move to Texas.
Want to gamble?? move to Denton, winstar world casino is 40 minutes away in oklahoma (but don't move to oklahoma it's the 4th shittiest state next to #1 louisiana, #2 michigan, #3 arkansas)
From Germany? Move to New Braunfels and enjoy Schlitterbaun.
From the Czech Republic? We have Kolaches!!!
From Mexico? Get the fuck out of texas beaner.
From Australia? It's EXACTLY like australia except no dingo's or koala bears. Bring one of them over though and i'll trade you it for a longhorn.
You like mean gay rich people? Houston is the 3rd biggest city in the nation!
You like the DALLAS FUCKING COWBOYS!?!?! They're coming to ARLINGTON!!!
You like the DALLAS FUCKING MAVERICKS!?!?! I dont either.
You from Canada?? 1) DALLAS FUCKING STARS 2) Spanish and french = almost the same
Shots on 5/10, June, stuffby DustySwedeDude, June 17
So like, everything included I think I'm up like 12k € so far this month. Mostly at 3/6 and 5/10 and due to that donkament victory. Then this happened: http://www.liquidpoker.net/h/467961
Now I'm sure the gods doesn't like my playing 5/10 anymore for a while so I'll just grind 1/2 and maybe 2/4-3/6 depending on tables a couple of days, spend the weekend partying with a friend and then maybe get back into higher games. A solid winning month would really help my confidence and it would obviously be a great start on the summer. Overall I'm pretty happy with myself right now, even though I lost like 200€ or so today despite being up like 2k before everything went to shit. I actually had a "aha"-moment or two and I feel that those are really valuable long term.
I think I'm still maybe a bit too shy with bluffing in "obvious" spots and I need to sometimes go more with my gut feeling cause right now I feel that I sometimes get outleveled a fair bit when I go with the "he did X then so he probably does it again" rather then actually do what feels right. I think I've developed fairly good instincts and I should probably try to use them a bit more.
Looks like it will take longer then expected to get my roll back up to nl400 etc. I dont really get it, for so long ive been a winner on nl400-nl600 and now i have trouble with nl100. Not many hands i know but i still feel unsecure about my game.
I think ive been too lazy and not been following the development of online poker since the usa regulations. Do any of you have suggestions on how to get back in the game? Cardrunners/leggo obv, coaching? Anyone had sucess with a coach for several lessons etc?
since my second attempt at NL100 also kinda failed ...
back to Nl50 today
as usual amazing results +104 $ in 810 hands for 12BB/100
lol i dont even know when the last NL50 session was that not felt like a walk in the park >.<
I am now 14K hands + 1293$ on NL50 since 16th may ( ~ 9BB/100)
I played some Nl100 and i won some ... i lost some (lost a bit more than i won)... but in the end results werent amazing
however , everytime i play Nl50 i absolutely rape it ... I end up 1-3 buy ins every session no matter what coolers and beats i face ..
Storytime: A Butter Knife and my Lifeby k2o4, June 17
The black and white demonic cat hissed at me.
“Ain’t you a sweeeetie!” I said.
It was crawling over the brown couch and dodging all the holes where couch stuffing came out. A fucking psychotic cat crossing a minefield of fluff, heading towards my end of the couch. I reached out to pet it and the damn fuck swiped a claw at my hand.
“Ah don’ you wuvv me sooo much pussy!”
“Leave my fucking cat alone you animal!” she screamed at me from the kitchen. I could see her back through the door to my left, and the cat kept approaching me from the right. A crazy pussy on either side of me. They had me trapped. The pussy ruled the world and I was a victim of it, a loving victim.
“Shit, I’m scared of this thing like it’s ten fucking feet tall!” I said, throwing my hands up in the air. As my hands flew up the little runt cat, couldn’t weigh more than 3, 4, pounds, lunged at my flying hands and slashed me right along my right knuckles.
“HOLY SHIT!” I said.
The cat gave a screeching meow.
“What the fuck did you do now you lazy pig shit motherfucker!” she screamed at me.
“YOUR FUCKING PUSSY! YOUR FUCKING PUSSY ATTACKED ME!” I said while standing up. The cat was on the floor now, facing me with its back arched and its mouth hissing, slowly backing away like I would do something to it, like I would try revenge on my oppressor. It was smart to be wary. Normally I would run and hide from the brute, but not this time. This was the end of it.
I lunged at the cat and threw my right foot at its undercarriage. I was a fucking field goal kicker and this was the winning point. The window across the room was the damn goal posts and I was gonna drive it home, baby, I was gonna score one for all the oppressed males of the world. And I connected too, that cat meowed so loud I thought the fire alarm was gonna go off, or was going off, and it caught air, hit that high point right below the roof, seemed to float for a second, and then descended. Fell. It hit the wall about 2 ft to the right of the window and I cursed the fucking roof and all above it (including those fucking neighbors up there who woke up every morning at 6 am and stomped around in army boots or some shit) until I was out of breathe.
When I stopped cursing I saw her standing in the kitchen door and her face was shocked. The cat was running into the bedroom, hobbling along, wounded, hopefully dying. She had one hand over her mouth. I looked at her and shrugged, sat down. Life was good. That fucking devil pussy had been put in its place. It usually ruled me. One night I went to the bathroom and when I opened the door that little cat was sitting there. I tried to be nice, “Hey kitty kitty,” but that shit didn’t work and the fucker swiped at me. I was bare foot and in my shorts, and there was no way I was trying to get past that razor clawed feline when I was exposing so much skin. So I sat on the pot and looked at myself in the mirror for ten minutes, constantly opening the door to see if she was gone. Today was my victory; today the man in the top hat was chalking down a line in my column for a win.
“Serves the cunt right! Right dear?” I said. I looked back at the kitchen door and she was in it still, but now one hand was behind her back and her face looked unnaturally calm. She never looked calm, not even after she came, though maybe she never did cum. If woman would just stop faking it all the god damned time maybe we would learn to do it better, but since they fake, we just perform what we want.
“Tony, darling, dear, dearest. Why did you kick my cat?”
“Ah, that cats a street rat! We don’t need that thing around here anyway! Shit, you feed that thing better than you feed me!”
“But, Tony, honey… I love my cat. Don’t you love my cat?” she said as she started walking towards me, ever so slowly, hand still behind the back and her brown hair pulled back tight. She had killer lips and a kind of big nose, but the lips made up for the nose and her slot made up for the craziness.
“FUCK that cat! I love my own mother more than I love that cat, and you know I love a bum’s own shit more than I love my mother!” I said. I guess today was the day that I made a stand. No more submissive Joe Schmo, no more punching bag to pussy-kind. I wondered if I should be scared by the light tone and the hand behind the back and the slow walking, but it didn’t matter to me. I pulled my glass off the table to my left and had a nice, long, sip. I grinned at her.
“Ah, this is the life babe! You, me, our fucking glorious apartment and NO CAT!”
She lunged at me from about 3 feet away, pulling her hand from behind her back holding a knife. I didn’t see it very well; I just saw a glint of silver. She led with the knife, aiming it at my chest. I tried to make a move but was half drunk with my drink in hand, sitting down, dumb, and no longer athletic.
Shit, this bitch is gonna kill me, she’ll be the end of me, I thought.
I made a bit of movement to the right and then the knife struck me, dead center, along the middle of my ribcage.
“AH YOU BITCH! YOU STABBED ME!! YOU STABBED ME!” I said. I swung my glass into the side of her head, thinking that maybe I could take her with me. The glass shattered, covered me with shards, and I threw my other hand to my chest to cover the wound, stop the bleeding.
“I’m going to die! Die because of you!”
She didn’t respond because she was falling to the ground, blood flowing from the side of her head. She landed face first in a pair of her dirty panties, faint shit stain down the center.
I screamed a bit more, grabbing my chest. I rolled off the couch and crawled to the phone, thinking that I had to call 911, I gotta do it, I gotta save my life. They won’t give me murder charges, it was self-defense. She’ll get charged. I just gotta live. Call the ambulance.
I got to the table with the phone on it and pulled the thing down by the cord. I yanked a bit hard and the damn cord came out of the wall. I almost cried. I don’t want to die, don’t want to die yet, I thought. I rolled onto my back, one hand still on my chest, holding it, trying to hold my guts in. I didn’t want them to spew out all over the floor. I could just see that damn cat eating them after I died, and the idea drove me crazy. That was no way for a man to die, although I was no real man. But I couldn’t die that way; I wouldn’t be that filthy feline’s last meal in this house.
I looked up at the roof and stared at the little hole that was there amongst the textured ceiling. It was about the size of the circle I make when I touch the tip of my index finger to the tip of my thumb. The girl upstairs wore short skirts a lot, and sometimes I would lie there with a bottle and look up at that hole, occasionally getting a glance or a peek up. Rita and I would watch that hole together sometimes. She liked to talk about how much nicer her pussy looked than our upstairs neighbors.
Sitting there, dying, wondering why I had to die like this, I hoped to get one more peek. At least I can die seeing that pussy again. I’m ruled by it. Ruled by the pussy, so let me have one last glance. My chest was throbbing with pain and I wondered--what do I look like on the inside? Will it be black and empty? Will soot come out of my chest instead of blood? And where is the blood? I don’t feel any on my hands…
I looked down at my chest and lifted my hand, and it was my chest, like normal, with my shirt still intact, no red stains, no hole in the fabric; no hole in me. I ripped at my shirt, tore the buttons, opened it up and looked. All I saw was a huge bruise. Strange. Can I die from a bruise, I thought. Then I realized I wasn’t dying.
“I’M GOING TO LIVE!” I said to the room. Then I heard a groan from Rita. I looked at her and realized why I was still alive – the knife in her hand was a butter knife that had bent on impact… nothing to be afraid of.
I heard a hiss from the cat. I gave the cat the finger. I rolled over and slid my way over to my wife and started stroking her hair as the cat watched me from the bedroom door.
“Rita, babe, you ok? Wake up. It’s ok. It’s ok.” I found the cut on her head, amongst her hair, where the hair was sticky and wet. I rubbed it and she stirred suddenly, and I realized that it must hurt her. I took my hand away and looked at it. Now here is the blood. My blood hasn’t been spilt. Her blood. I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked the blood off the tips and it tasted of copper.
“You need a drink girl. Let me fix you a drink.” And I got up and fixed her a drink, and myself a drink, as the cat hissed and I felt spite for it.
wemade/mbc on the tv, woulda got ktf/hanbit on the desktop monitors but my daum doesn't work well on my desktop for some reason.
So I haven't been playing much lately, just been moving all my crap back to my house for the summer etc. etc. Gonna do some live coaching tonight after the Lakers game which will hopefully encourage me to put in more hands, so until then, no poker update :o although I'm still up 4k on the month which is pretty nice for playing like 7k hands.
Still looking for ftp -> stars transfers let me know!
Well this last week overall has been going pretty well. I've been playing mostly cashgames and while I have had the occasional 2-3 buyin downswing overall it has went well. Tonight got saved by some drunk retard who was playing so so so horrendously bad. I think I took 3-4 buyins off in 20 hands it was great. Earlier in the day I didn't fair so well running quads into bigger quads, but hey thats poker.
As for real life stuff I had my interview today for the underwriter job and it went pretty well, apparently there was something like 200 people that applied for 5 openings. I'm feeling pretty good about it though the interviewer said they only called 35 people back and they were going to finish the first round of interviews this week and be making call backs for 2nd interviews starting the week after. I figure with all the strings that got pulled for me I should be in good shape and it sounds like an excellent opportunity. The department I'd be entering requires that you know pretty much everything there is to know about insurance so I'd have to take 5-6 tests and go through 8 weeks of training before I even started my actual job. At that point it'd be baby steps with a mentors help for the first two years. From there it would be pretty much free reign. Other perks 20% of the companies workforce is retiring in the next 5 years which means tons of opportunity for advancement, and since I would be trained in all aspects I can go anywhere in the company. Other perks they have further paid training/testing for everyone and the graduation is held at a random place each year. Every 10 years they have it in Hawaii so there's another huge perk. On top of that they have there own restaurant, cafeteria, theater, golf course, and full gym which are all complemtary(with golf as the exception) to employees. Overall it looks like an amazing opportunity and I'm really hoping that it works out.
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