So I played another session for about 2hrs again. This time I will start out with some unpolite whining again. It was fucking sick out there on the battlefield. The river cards from hell fell from the sky like mana in some story from the bible, it was just pure painful to be me. I first made 2bi, then lost more than I thought was possible (without tilting I promise!) 6bi! Then things turned out to be more normal again, people weren't longer dealt mana from the skies and I managed to get a few hands to stand up for themselves and prove to be worthy winners like flopped straights and top 2pair, which previously in the session had been fucked by quads and second nut trips. Before I probably would have put at least 50% of my roll at stake as a response to the coolers, in the purpose of a quick climb back to the figure I hade before on the account. But not this time, things turned more normal as I said, and I climbed back the patient way and once again turned the session into a winning one, even if it just was 1,88$, lols!
I really feel strong right now, sessions like the last one hopefully don't come to often and if I still manage to breakeven at the same time as hell unleashes all its fury against me, then I believe I will run like Jesus on crack when I hit the heater. NL25 players...be scared, really really scared ;-)
Now I probably should go to bed and watch some poker before I go to sleep and work tomorrow!
Bye for now!
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