Several years ago I wrote an article that had several poker resolutions. Some of those I met and others ….well the terminology “epic fail” comes to mind. If you wish to read that article click here.
I guess its time to take a look at my poker “career”. Its been filled with ups and downs and all arounds, I guess what I mean is that I have seen enough to say I have seen it all, even though in reality I have not, but stfu this is my blog and my fantasy world. I played before I started this poker forum/site known as dallaspokerroom.com it was launched in February of 2004, so we are nearing 5 years of ass-hatery. In the last 6 months I have played a lot of poker granted most of it occurred Aug-Oct and the last 2 months I have sort of been unavailable for the poker table. But during this time frame I would venture to say that I still played more than most of you that might read this blog. Something has happened to me over this period of time. I don’t know if it is just me getting old or me just coming to a few conclusions but I just don’t care anymore about the losses. I know they are going to come. I know the “ploppies” will suck out on me, and its ok.
I guess in part I have had this epiphany by watching others who are in the middle or start of their poker “careers”. I see them at the tables berating other players and I think to myself, “STFU you whiny bitch, the loss you just experienced is nothing new and it wasn’t even that big of a loss or suckout. So just shut your fucking mouth and move on.” I don’t verbalize this I just say it to myself. Then I think about how I used to be that guy, and it makes me sad. I guess sad is not the right word, embarrassed might be a better word. I like to think that for the most part the people that I yelled at where ones that deserved it and where the ones that thought they knew poker and where talking smack or whatever but I would imagine that a lot of them were not and they didn’t deserve the ass tearing I gave them. Not much I can do about it now and I don’t really care either. I know that over the last year or two that I have found myself getting madder and madder at myself for my plays and mistakes and that when I verbalize my frustration that people take it as me yelling at them and I can see how they would take it that way. And again not much I can do about it now. I have noticed though that recently when I go to a poker room or winstar that I just don’t talk to people, sure if you are my friend I will talk to you but besides that I just sit and watch. So its taken a few years to meet one of those goals I made, sue me, a lot of you never lost that weight you claimed you would either.
Earlier today I went to winstar. And the only words I said to someone, despite the kid to my left trying to talk poker to me every 2 hands and tell me what a pro he was and how he just got sucked out on again etc, where “I aint going to chop anyway in the small blind cause winstar drops my chip before the deal, so she can play however she wants to it wont effect what happens” (or something to that effect). Basically this 24 year old kid that thought he knew it all and this other young gun berated this lady in her 50’s that was on the button and when folded to her she limped in. I was in the SB and young gun #1 was in the BB and young gun #2 was like early/mid position(he was not even involved in the hand). Their big dream was for me and the BB to chop cause they wanted to look cool to be able to use their cool poker terminology and possibly even make a chopping motion with their hand, how fucking exciting. or maybe they thought that they were missing out on millions of dollars in income by the 1 minute that is wasted by the dealer having to actually deal a hand , heaven forbid. It pissed me off inside, so I stacked the fool to my left 3 times. That ought to teach him.
That pretty much shut him up for a while and he got the hint that I didn’t want to talk to him. I for a while at the table had a dream that he would say something to me so that “When I turned around and grabbed his leg, I yelled…..you don’t even know karate! Look at this (pointing to my Berkner football letterjacket)…..I’m a fucking varsity football player! Knock it off (as I tossed him to the ground).” …..oh wait that is easy tigers fantasy of what happened with me and my dad years ago.
I guess I should have some poker resolutions this year but more than likely I won’t actually accomplish them. But I will go ahead and throw a few “thoughts” out there.
1. Go to winstar a few times a month.
2. Go to shreveport every few months.
3. Go to vegas for a week or two.
4. Play some solid poker and make some solid cash, at least enough to pay the gas it costs to go and play poker.
5. Fuck a chic on my poker table at my house, or heck any poker table will do for that matter.
testing 1,2,3 is this thing on?