What the heck?

Horrifying is what I’d call it. I was running so good for a while also too. Whoever first said “all good things must come to an end” wasn’t lying.

I played pretty solid for most of the session staying out of trouble and making some decent laydowns then the poker gods decide to punish me for no reason at all. So all those chickens I’ve sacrficed obviously didn’t do me any good. Maybe I should create a shrine to pray to before me sessions but I have a sneaky feeling that’s not going to help either.

Lately, when I’ve been playing cash I play 3 tables at a time. The twist is that I’ve included a $50 NL table to that mix. So I’m playing two $25 NL tables and one $50 NL table. I’m doing this because I’m slowly transitioning to $50 NL. I’m not sure if this is a good strategy so I’ll leave it up to my readers to give me feedback on this.

Onward to poker.

The truth is that I kind of expected it to happen. I mean I was running so good and I got lucky so many times that the worm was going to turn sooner or later. For example I’m all in pf with KK of course the villain has AA. That’s ok, I’m still up after that hand. I play on. The next cooler was when I had QQ vs JJ, again we’re all in pf. I hit a set but the board has 4 clubs, guess what suit I didn’t have. Oh well, that’s ok also because the villain with JJ was short stacked (under $10).

Now I’m a bit steamed. It’s not like I’m playing poorly and spewing money away. It’s also not the same as missing the board with spec hands and getting frustrated. My big hands were getting crushed plain and simple and there’s nothing I can do about. Well there’s one thing I can do, play on. I’m not that concerned either because although I was stratching and clawing a little bit of profit at the $25 NL table, I was dong very well at the $50 NL table.

At the $50 NL short game I’m playing is juicy and I’m doing very well early on. I run my stack to $112 dollars. I should’ve just quit right then and there and taken my profits but I didn’t. Then the poker gods starts shitting on me over and over and over again. I get 45 diamonds on the button. What the heck I raise to steal blinds. The BB calls. I flop a straight with a straight flush draw. Damn, the poker gods love me. Think again. The BB is kind of loose and aggressive. I’ve seen him/her play very aggressive especially when it comes to draws, the villain is also a calling station I know I can get this guy to chase if I put in some good value bets. He bets out $3 and I raise to $12, he flat calls. The turn is a blank. He bets out $10 this is where I’m thinking I need to put a big value bet here and get him calling if he’s fishing. There’s about $35 in the pot. So I bet $25. He flat calls. The river is another diamond. Not the card I wanted to see. He shoves the rest. He has about $20 left so I feel like I’m pot comitted at this point but I get the sneaky feeling he’s hit his draw. I call and he shows 10/7 diamonds. Damn it. That pot would’ve put me close to $200 but instead I’m down to $32.

I take a short break to gather my wits. I’m down about $50+ at this point. I tell myself that I should’ve left when I was up big but it’s poker and I’m addicted. Besides I was winning and the games were good. At least until the last 50 hands or so.

I wind up getting felted at my two $25 NL tables when I miss my draws. This I can blame myself at this point, I was a little tilted and I probably shoved out of frustration. I left the $50 NL table with $22 because I finally convince myself that this just isn’t going to be your day. I’m stuck $78 and I’m not too happy about it. I mean how am I going to move up if I keep taking hits like this. Too bad also because this month was shaping up to be a good one.

I played about 400 hands total. The first 350 were superb. I was running hot and I was playing well. The last 50 hands weren’t and all I can say is what the heck just happened?