Thursday 13 December 2007

Shitouttaluck

I am hating poker at the moment, so much so that I might give up. I cannot stand the element of chance. I know that's a weird thing to say in a game that is so influenced by chance, but I am finding it really hard to deal with, because I keep making good plays and keep on losing in ridiculous and painful ways.

Today I have played four games of poker. The first was a $5 tourney. I had about t1000 at t100 blinds and picked up JJ. Four guys limped. I pushed, hoping to fold them all out. UTG called, and showed AT.

This is atrocious, obviously. He is behind *everything* I push with if I am even close to sane. He is a flip with smaller pairs, yes, but he is crushed by AA-JJ and bigger aces.

You are thinking he flopped an ace. Nope. He rivered a flush. He didn't even have suited cards.

Well, okay, shit happens, so I fire up an sng. I run a bit cold but play okay and get it all in with KQ against QJ. That's nice, isn't it? I'm a huge favourite. But he flops JJ9.

Next up, I'm in third and push with A something. Called by K8 for a bunch of chips. He flops the K.

So next up I am on the bubble. I cover the short stack, who is in the big blind. I have A2s. I could push, but I raise instead. I figure he will fold and if he pushes, I will snapcall. My read is that he will try to push me off whatever I'm raising. I folded one earlier to another player. This is different though.

So he pushes, and I call. He has 74. The flop comes Ax4. I don't get excited though. He has five outs and that will surely be enough.

I won't even tell you about the day before yesterday (didn't play yesterday), not even the AA where two fish called a big raise with king highs and both beat me.

I would not mind so much if I was playing badly. But I am comprehensively outplaying these retards. I trap them and they hit two-outers. I snap off their bluff pushes preflop and they hit perfect flops. I flop straights and they runner-runner flush me out of it. They call my pushes with hands I dominate, and they hit their kickers.

It is sick. I wish I could be writing interesting posts about winning sngs with good play. Instead, I am just dumbfounded by how much money I lose each day.

Okay, I'll run good at some point. But just now, I need that some point to be now. When you're not feeling confident about your play, you start to think not that the play that got you knocked out was no good, but that other plays weren't. "If I had done that, then..." You start to question everything. Well, that might be good, but not when it isn't constructive.

Edit: And now I'm on tilt, so I'm playing like shit. But it doesn't help when you are dealt K5, and the flop comes K high. You call bets to the river and the other guy shows the other two Ks. WTF? I am dominated by a pair and I flop the case fucking card? Then I follow up by pushing over a limp with A6 and getting called by KJ, who proceeded to flop and turn a K. To mock me, Stars gave me an ace on the river. The guy who called was a fucking idiot, who had been mouthing off in chat, and that didn't help.

Edit 2: Even worse. I just cannot stand this. I have 1800 chips at t100. I pick up AQs and raise to 300. Some guy calls. Flop is Q93 with two diamonds. I bet 500, he puts me all in. I call obviously. He has AA.

WTF? I can stand bad beats. I can stand setup hands. But I can't stand both all the fucking time. ALL THE FUCKING TIME. Every game today. Every game bar one two days ago.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

boots sez:

"I cannot stand the element of chance. I know that's a weird thing to say in a game that is so influenced by chance, but I am finding it really hard to deal with, because I keep making good plays and keep on losing in ridiculous and painful ways."

It's not as if you were ever unaware of the element of chance.

It's not as if you began as a gut-player and some fuckwit convinced you to become a maths player.

If you believe the maths will hold you good then it's a matter of whether you're too much of a pussy to stick until they do.

You cannot remove the element of chance, ever. These fucktards who are winning for no good reason Zen, have you pondered that?

Well you know which side of the fence I'm on, the more reason I applied to gambling the worse my results were, and I blew out because I was too stupid to simply give up on the technicalities and concentrate on the luck aspect.

Should I wish you "good luck"?

Try, at least a little, not to hate me for telling you what I think is true.