Well, I just lost $500. When I put it like that, it’s a holy crap moment. I mean that’s something close to a month’s wages from my “real” “job”.
So this is why you need a 300 big bets in your bankroll. It was the weekend of the runner-runner on Party, and my lungs are still full of water after repeatedly drowning in the river. You’d think playing 4 tables would take the edge off of the losses, but wins were few and far between on this awful weekend.
I think you can see the shoe prints on my left buttock… because I got my ass kicked yesterday at the tables. Geez, thank goodness for the Phish shows. In the middle of a horrible run of cards… my bankroll disappearing before my eyes… I desperately needed a break. Phish pulled me away from the tables and outside!
The good news is that for the majority of the times that I lost any more than 1SB, I was sucked out on. The costliest loss was my flush that I referenced in my pervious entry. I was drawing dead after the flop, but what were the chances that two of us flop an A high flush with him having the exact card that could beat me? So I guess what I’m finding out is that at the turn I was in the lead, many times quite dramatically, only to have the river get me. Frustrating.
So there you have it.
I did a similar analysis of my play after my losses tonight, and even though I lost 7.76BB/100 hands over the past 1141 hands, my stats were still decent. I put money in the pot just 18.58% of the time, and the cards wouldn’t connect or I’d get the worst suckouts in poker history. Fools calling pre-flop raises with unsuited rags making three of a kind on the river or two pair on the turn.
Skill is sexy. Luck is sexier.
And with that I must finally acknowledge that yes, there are poker gods, and they have forsaken the poker bloggers–at least for the last half week. Praise be to the poker gods. May you bless us with rockets and cowboys and fishy fish.