This week:
Hoy, 68 of 71, run JJ into KK on an undercard flop when I fourbet all in out of the blinds and almost get a fold.
Skillz, 54 of 78, never really get anything going, play some ragged Stud/8 hands and basically spew in the second hour, never a factor.
Mookie, 61 of 89, end up in a limped BvB pot, I lead a 865 flop with Q8, get minraised, decide to shove into a flopped straight (74o)
Riverchasers, 89 of 95, decide to limp AK UTG+1 at 25/50 intending to threebet, MP raises to 150, I reraise to 675, he instacalls. Flop 845r. I decide to shove for pot, villain only has me covered by 400, he calls with..... no, not an overpair or set, but 65s. It holds.
I'm not sure what's going on here. I know I haven't felt this bad about a lot of things in my life in a long time - you name it, it's either disappointing, sad, troubling, unsettled, infuriating... and most of that is self-directed. It's just a really, really turbulent time right now - the tables used to be a place I could exert some control over things, where I felt like I could apply some smarts, experience, and tactical skill to win a game.
Obviously, I haven't done that in a loooong time. Instead of a nice happy pastime and escape, now the pokah has become a microcosm of my life - or, more accurately, I'm choosing to view it with that lens and perspective..
It's odd, because there's a lot of talk lately about BBT3, the chat, why people play and blog.... basically, what's your motivation. I really haven't thought that hard about it, because I've stumbled into all of this over the last couple of years.
I forget even how - probably by reading his blog - but one night I stumbled into the WWdN on Stars and played it. By the time Wil quit hosting it, the Mookie was starting to get rolling, so I would stumble into that, but just occasionally. I used to work with the Ante Up! guys, so that was a natural series to play. As the various BBT tourneys started up, I didn't really play them - not the first series, I didn't start until the BBT2.
I am not a huge social butterfly online - so I never really got involved in the girly chat, or live meetups, or anything like that. I'm not a part of any clique or crew here, mainly because I never sought it out - I genuinely like 99% of the people that play these tourneys, but I've always been a pretty reserved guy and just never felt comfortable chatting up people I know, but don't know in real life.
I was always more interested in the competition; I just wanted to play with a regular group people who were passionate about the game and test myself, see how good I was or was not. The money, the stakes, whatever the end prizes there were - they were always secondary to just playing well and bringing your best game.
And I guess that's really what's killing me right now... I play so amazingly badly in these tourneys, esp. considering how I play open tournaments against anyone else. It's crushing to make poor decision after poor decision and wonder when you turned into such a blooming idiot. I've won tournaments, won satellites, made the Main Event, used to play a pretty solid cash game - and now I keep wondering where it all went. I can go from having Jenn ask me about a hand, and giving her spot on advice.... to making the most retarded plays myself five minutes later.
It's silly, because we're talking about $10, $20 tourneys - they really don't mean anything - and yet they drive me crazier than busting out of a live $500 tourney or dropping a four-figure live pot -because I spew and think so badly. It's really about good decision-making, and analyzing situations - and then holding your own against Lady Luck - and I haven't done any of that in the last month. One (barely) cash in over twenty tournaments just atrocious, and there one person responsible for that. Me.
Long story short, I'm frustrated over god know how many things, it's spilling over into everything else in my life right now, and I need to figure out a way to make the black cloud go away. Maybe I just need to move more mulch around and do some good deeds or something.
Heff