Playing like a soft puppy
I am the most softest, must pliable opponent in the world at the moment. I give away my chips as if I am Willy Wonka in a chocolate factory. Charity is my chosen profession and handing over chips to my opponent is my mission and goal. If I was Bob Geldof I would be getting a knighthood for generosity to the weak and feeble minded
In the last 4 days I must have played like a Wall Street banker – fast, loose and stupid! The only difference between me and a banker is that I do not have the general tax payer as my loving benefactor, willing and able to come to my rescue and keep me in the luxurious bankers lifestyle with no quid pro quo.
Regular readers of this blog will think ‘…why don’t that whinging b*tch just shut up and move on…’? Well it is hard to shut up and move on when you have no real map or direction of where to move on too. Poker is my life and I am like a junkie with only one aim – my next fix! A fix which is not enjoyable.
Having a rut in which you are playing well but just getting beaten by lucky opponents is one thing, playing like a moron is another. Moronic behaviour has its place, usually in the playground. Having moronic behaviour on a poker table is like a soldier looking for a fight with a pea shooter for a weapon – possible, but highly inadvisable.
It must be my act of desperation after making extensive and comprehensive plans to go to the World Series of Poker only to see them blown up by a combination of things such as some poor decisions on the betting front and some poor judgement on potential business partners who turned out to be a complete waste of time.
So how do you get to poker Shangri La by grinding, you don’t so you have to take risk. Risk means making calculated moves at the right time when the odds are in your favour not when the moon is aligned with Venus in the house of Virgo which i seem to have done all to regularly lately.Some may say I should not beat myself up, that poker is pure luck and in the end everyone will play badly. All I can say to this argument is
SHUT THE F*C* UP, YOU’RE NOT HELPING!
How do I break this cycle of bad play and self loathing – I really have not got a clue. All I do know is that I must end this malaise and end it quick.