It was a slow start today sitting at the bottom of the pile when lady luck dealt me pocket sixes on the button. Giving me a set on the flop for a double-up after UTG shoves. That put me almost at the middle of the field with 71 BB. I began to sharpen up as my coffee started to kick in. It’s amazing how a big pot can re-energize you, especially after skating on thin ice for about six levels.
By the L8 break, I was sitting 1,391/3,573 with 59 BB, and made sigh of relief as I made coffee #2. What I hate most about playing on line and when I’m not at my sharpest is hitting the call button when I meant to hit the fold button. Mind you, I have hit some Easter eggs when that happened but usually it’s just throwing money away. The other way can be painful if you mistakenly fold but would have hit the nuts on the river … which would have quadrupled you up. Still better than throwing money away.
I got my first bounty on L10 with a 10-9 off. Picked up a nice pot two hands later with the exact same hand followed by 10-7 suited putting me in the top 1% at 367. I’m feeling good but then the next BB hand AQ loses 15 BB to an 88 shove from the small blind and drops me back to 676 of 2,955. Another bad play with JC7C and I’m spiraling out of control now sitting about midfield with 40BB. I hate being in the bottom half. I think playing to close to the edge of my range messed me up earlier.
After that, I was up and down more often than a hooker’s head in a trucker’s lap.
Just before the break, ducks on the button gave me my second bounty, sadly from a fellow Canuck that shoved. My hero call gave me a set on the flop. His A5O never had a chance.
Another break rolls around and I’m 913/2,473 on L13. With 1,000 paid positions I remain hopeful on cashing.
The thing I love most about playing well is that it garners respect. Unfortunately, it can go to your head ending up in stupid mistakes.
“We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.”
–Martin Luther King, Jr.
I shit the bed. Time to go make lunch.
