It's my fucking blog, alright?
So I will moan about running bad as much as I want.
I've had an utterly hideous six months, which is pretty much why I haven't posted. I really hate to post bad beat whines, but frankly I need the catharsis right now.
I've 'enjoyed' a marginally profitable May so far, but it's still been a shitstorm of such proportions that I can only shake my head when I ponder where my ROI would be right now if I wasn't getting absolutely arse-fucked on the bubble three-quarters of the times I get that far. NOT bubbling has always been a strength of mine, but there ain't much you can do when three-hand sequences of rivers with proabilities in the 500-1 sort of range are cropping up with the regularity of fucking nail salons.
My speciality continues to be the spectacular feat of losing the one hand that will give me a monster stack, invariably either on the bubble or in the minimum-cash position. I just got crippled in just this manner when my Ace-Ten lost to a re-raised Queen-Ten; a Queen-Ten re-raised by the type of goober who had failed to notice that (surprisingly, given my style these days) I hadn't shown down a single hand worse than Ace-Jack in the entire tournament, all of which was spent at the same table as him. Or her. Or it.
Bubbling with AA versus a dreadful caller with 77, despite flopping an Ace, was another peach just yesterday.
Quite simply, I believe I am playing better than I ever have - yet those huge ROI days of last year have never seemed further away. I fucking OWNED the tourney I just mini-cashed in, and it all crashes down when my dominating hand gets runner-runner-one-card-flushed. Hold 'Em is the stupidest fucking form of poker ever invented.
Thanks for reading!