Sunday was my biggest losing (online) day since I started messing around on here in 2012. The weekend had been going well and the bankroll had swollen from £370-ish Friday evening to £570-ish. I had lunch - probably the best lunch I've had in years - then things just ... unravelled.
Think I may have been secretly tilted from a tournament I'd played earlier in the day when it got to three handed, I lost three flips, and finished third. I was probably the best player on the table. But it might not have been that. Something, though, nudged me towards playing 100nl where I played and ran badly, and then something nudged me to carry on playing 20/30nl where I continued to play and run badly, and then that same something kept me in those trenches. There was a point where I was fuming and massively distractedly trying to set up my Now TV account for Man Utd-Liverpool whilst five tabling and relentlessly bet/folding turns or calling off when I knew I was beaten and I thought, 'Perhaps I should stop now.'
But I didn't stop then. Nope, I managed to dust off roughly £320 before finally shutting down my computer. I withdrew £50, so I had at least something to show for a two-week semi-grind.
Felt better - happy, even - after a bit of a rest. Logged on again, lopped off another £80. £400 down. Then, somehow, managed to take down an £11 affair for £150-ish. Felt a bit better. Yesterday I played okay-ish and ran unokay-ish. Think I was mainly break-even.
So, the challenge. Part of me wants to huff off - although not really huff off, more slither away. A bigger, better, part of me is revelling in the demanding circumstances and wants to keep going.
I think I will, for now. Thanks for hanging out here. Apologies for all the (mostly standard) hands over the last day or two.
So.....£100 UP. A ticket to play a £100 game. Days and days of fun (and not so fun) playing poker. Yet I detect a slight tint of the moan and groans. FFS man.....it is like reading a Waller diary this
Really hope you pull yourself together and start smashing it now Steve. Head up pal (or if you are lucky, head down). I hope you do keep going but just stop when YOU want to. Oh, and I would also stick to MTT's for a bit and forget about cash until the BR increases a bit (hopefully).
Had some pretty bumpy life stuff to deal with and some pretty bumpy poker stuff to deal with over the last couple of weeks, so apologies for the near-silence. Well, not even near-silence, just silence.
I almost certainly won't be going to Manchester. A shame, really, as at one point it was looking close to nailed on. With three weeks to go, it seemed a simple matter of putting in 20 or so hours a week and cruising to the finish line. Think the first diary I did on here I went from £37.50 to Priority and £1K + profit in a month, the second one I did I went from 4nl to 30nl in a month and the third one ... look, I can't really remember the facts but I generally went from small amounts to big amounts and everything was hunky dory and this time things are neither hunky, nor dory. Hubris, eh?
And yet, as this diary enters its vinegar strokes I can't help thinking that I can grind away, somehow pull back from outright failure, shoot my poker load all over Manchester and ... let's just dispense with this clumsy sexual metaphor, shall we? I'm going to put in some hours over the weekend and update properly on Monday. Yeah, that's more like it.
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Sunday was my biggest losing (online) day since I started messing around on here in 2012. The weekend had been going well and the bankroll had swollen from £370-ish Friday evening to £570-ish. I had lunch - probably the best lunch I've had in years - then things just ... unravelled.
Think I may have been secretly tilted from a tournament I'd played earlier in the day when it got to three handed, I lost three flips, and finished third. I was probably the best player on the table. But it might not have been that. Something, though, nudged me towards playing 100nl where I played and ran badly, and then something nudged me to carry on playing 20/30nl where I continued to play and run badly, and then that same something kept me in those trenches. There was a point where I was fuming and massively distractedly trying to set up my Now TV account for Man Utd-Liverpool whilst five tabling and relentlessly bet/folding turns or calling off when I knew I was beaten and I thought, 'Perhaps I should stop now.'
But I didn't stop then. Nope, I managed to dust off roughly £320 before finally shutting down my computer. I withdrew £50, so I had at least something to show for a two-week semi-grind.
Felt better - happy, even - after a bit of a rest. Logged on again, lopped off another £80. £400 down. Then, somehow, managed to take down an £11 affair for £150-ish. Felt a bit better. Yesterday I played okay-ish and ran unokay-ish. Think I was mainly break-even.
So, the challenge. Part of me wants to huff off - although not really huff off, more slither away. A bigger, better, part of me is revelling in the demanding circumstances and wants to keep going.
I think I will, for now. Thanks for hanging out here. Apologies for all the (mostly standard) hands over the last day or two.
Opening roll: £194.33
Roll: £248.92 (£50 withdrawn) + £110 UKOPS ticket.
Really hope you pull yourself together and start smashing it now Steve. Head up pal (or if you are lucky, head down). I hope you do keep going but just stop when YOU want to. Oh, and I would also stick to MTT's for a bit and forget about cash until the BR increases a bit (hopefully).
I almost certainly won't be going to Manchester. A shame, really, as at one point it was looking close to nailed on. With three weeks to go, it seemed a simple matter of putting in 20 or so hours a week and cruising to the finish line. Think the first diary I did on here I went from £37.50 to Priority and £1K + profit in a month, the second one I did I went from 4nl to 30nl in a month and the third one ... look, I can't really remember the facts but I generally went from small amounts to big amounts and everything was hunky dory and this time things are neither hunky, nor dory. Hubris, eh?
And yet, as this diary enters its vinegar strokes I can't help thinking that I can grind away, somehow pull back from outright failure, shoot my poker load all over Manchester and ... let's just dispense with this clumsy sexual metaphor, shall we? I'm going to put in some hours over the weekend and update properly on Monday. Yeah, that's more like it.
Happy weekending, everyone.
Ha, you are the best Steve. And the worst.
Happy weekending to you too.