If the Bible was about my poker results the last two weeks, Revelations would contain a lot of cuss words and a much more ominous view of the end of the world than in the original.
Yes, The Beast is back. And it’s pissed.
Now you’re thinking I’m gonna relate all the bad beats, but I’m not. What I am gonna talk about is my reaction to them. Sure, there has been the usual throwing of objects (one of which decapitated the a defenseless Tim Salmon bobblehead) and the repeated downing of three fingers of Bushmills, but my worst Tilt issue is something far more sinister.
I get gun shy. I expect to lose a hand in which I get it all in with a 90% chance to win. Just the other day, when I was all-in pre-flop with KK v. Ks8s, I noted the single spade on the flop by saying, “There’s one.” As I got runner-runnered, I counted along. “There’s two…aaaaaaaaaaaand three.”
Not exactly a mind set that would ingratiate me to “The Secret” cult crowd.
So now I’m looking at playing within a framework of Doom, just waiting for the inevitable evil to whisk away my chips. I lay down hands that are ahead. I cringe when I face resistance. And I puss out on continuation bets and trying to steal orphan pots.
Upon realizing I’m in the throes of this tilt, my response is to shut it down. Take a little break. Which sucks, because I kinda thought I was playing really well there for a bit and a heater was forthcoming after the score two weeks ago.
Alas…
So I sat on the sidelines for a few days there and came back to play last night. The beats and bad luck are still there. No doubt about that. Busted with flopped set under flopped set and AA v. Q9 (9 on the river). But my aggression level was right and I made solid decisions. Well…except for one.
I was playing the $20 Re-Buy on Full Tilt and since April was watching, decided to make a play with The Hammer. There was one limper and I popped it 3.5x from the CO. The limper called and we saw a flop of 986 rainbow. Now, I’m not sure there are many better flops than this for The Hammer, so when he checked it to me, I made a nice-sized bet. He pushed all-in over the top.
I had The Hammer. I couldn’t fold.
He showed JT, also giving him the OESD, but the Almighty took a brief respite from damning me and dropped a ten on the turn.
That was kinda fun, but I had to tighten it up after that and basically folded until I got TT and ran ‘em into QQ. Gulp.
Back to the central issue, anybody have ideas about easing that gun-shy Tilt? I’m already aware of some advice, like “Put a Stich in Your Gash,” but all comments welcome.
Then maybe Revelations will have a happy ending.
take a few bucks and move to another site. the alternative is to hit a $5 table and play like a madman. i like the former. you approach a site that hasn’t ‘been mean’ with a new mindset.
FT hasn’t been kind to me of late either. I build a little and then it goes away. I’m not in serious trouble; i am just in a rut there.
i try to stay funded on several sites and, if one isn’t cooperating, i move down the block. Helps me stay focused and optimistic.
I wish that I could give some good sound advice here, but with the combination of bad play, tilt and ultra suckouts I have gone broke on Tilt. I don’t see myself putting any more money in to that site.
I have had my ups and downs on all the sites I have played, but I think I must have
why does an Oakland A’s fan have an Angels bobblehead? I pray this doesnt affect AJ team choice
First off – let me thank you for referring to “The Secret” as a cult. ha ha Funny and TRUE!
Second of all Full Tilt blows. I have never ever witnessed such horrible beats ever in life as I have on that site.
I think everyone else has great ideas about playing on a couple of sites.
Play a little tighter for a while and play some cash games. Suckouts don’t happen as often there. Play low limit and have a little fun. Maybe even dirt cheap Omaha, where “suckouts” are as common as Celtic Frost fans.
Variance will come around again after a while. After all, you DID make a big score recently.
Wash the sand out of your vagina?
Nice finish last night. I guess you must have taken your vag to one of those do-it-yourself car washes and power washed the dirt out. Well played.
I suggest many hours of yelling PAI GOW!!! And winning $4 after a dozen or so drinks and bad remarks about the shape of the unibrow sported by the Eastern Bloc female dealer.