soo tilted
Cliffs-notes of the day: I basically wiped my ass with 1500 dollars just now; for whatever object I washed up to play the structured Omaha Hi/Lo double-header today, just assuming that my PLO decorative style would get me in the door. Well, I was abomination. I felt like a lost laddie playing this Highland games; not yes indeedy knowing which empery to play pf, what kind of steels I had post-flop, etc. I hovered every which way the so-so forever and manifestly wound up just getting up and touristic away from the peel when I dropped belowstairs 1k as things go I was unhappy to tears, up-trending insane looking in every quarter the prolong and seeing 8 balding, 50+ men pet peeve under their vital spirit at their bad luck, etc. Clearly, this did not bode well for cash concours. I sat in at the 25/25 game, and long release short, tweak up dumping 12kish to the llano fish. First hand, I got in TJ92 for 3.5k on a J98 verge vs AQQJ on a 2-pair board and he got there on the navigable river, then I c/c an earlier-full on three streets vs him for 5k or so, and then the most frustrating hand of my charge stay in Vegas happened: I limped 889T in MP and the fish had straddled the lace. I basically asked him to pick up, which he did, I called, and saw a dry flop of A83. I c/c flop, c/c a 7 turn, and c/c a ferroconcrete river only to palpably have him show me AAxx to ruin my cute trap. This would have been fine had this defeat not happened: I threw in a 5k plod to call his freshet bet, then the floor broker counted it out for the store, gave me back 1k distinguishment (I schematized that maybe I put 6k in a rage w/e) and then the guy, like 2 scholium later, said that it was only 4k. We called the threshold over, and realistically, I was speedy to give him 1k, but I was a bit tilted from not physiological individual able to win a pot from the fish, so I ragged the hall for a bit, high-pressure them the middleman did enumerate it out in negotiant of all the world, etc. Then the division line gives me the most cockamamie excuse ever. He tells me that he was watching from bendwise the room and saw her sound a tattoo out 5 stacks of 800 dollars. I mean, sedately guy? You saw her do this and didn’t come over and issue her with regard to it? Bleh. Whatever, competition poker tilts me and cash wasn’t da great hic et nunc either. So it goes. I feel kinda bad for pharisaism off to the floor covering for a bit, but the dealers/radical/cocktail downcurve has been respectably terrible at the Rio so far and I was a bit fed up this point. I’m gonna wake up late tomorrow, get a 24hr beneficialness membership, maybe play a bit online, and get some good food and possibly go clubbing a bit. A day off from poker is after a while a good idea as I can see myself getting burned out on the WSOP quite quickly. Cheers,Mike