Learning to win is hard — any slob can be a good loser. Charles Bukowski
This was a very strange week for me. Maybe it’s better to just lay out the results and then get into the commentary:
Monday, July 19
Modest profist of $44 on 263 hands.
Tuesday, July 20
Monster day. Up $232.50 on 266 hands.
Wednesday, July 21
Another good day. Up $214.50.
Thursday, July 22
I took the day off. I was a little tired after work and wanted to get to bed early. I was also excited about Ed Miller’s new book and spent some time reading.
Friday, July 23
Here’s where things unwind a little. Down approx. $400. I’ll talk a little more about this below.
Saturday, July 24
Played over at the Bicycle Casino with my buddy Zengy so took the day off.
Sunday, July 25
Took the day off.
I still showed a small profit for this week and doubled my $100 buy-in playing $2/$4 at the Bike (which I don’t count towards the challenge because I keep my b&m and online bankrolls seperate) but the fateful Friday night session killed what would have been an excellent week.
Friday night I sailed out of Gloucester aboard the Andrea Gail into the perfect storm of bad cards, booze and tilt . . . mostly in that order. The winds of bad cards started to blow fierce out of the East early in the evening. The crew did her best but full boats were being beaten by bigger boats, flushes never came, and even top pair with top kicker wouldn’t hold up. As most men who call the dark seas their home, sometimes the best way to calm one’s nerves in the face of such a savage pounding is to have a stiff drink. If one is good, five or six is better and as the pouding continued the drinks went down even easier. Soon I found myself, drunk, soundly being beaten to a pulp when I peered out my port hole and saw the giant wave of tilt bearing down on my poor ship. Before I was pulled totally under I managed to right the mighty Andrea Gail and keep us all from taking a final nap in Davey Jones’ locker.
Next week is a new week . . . I hope :-)