Friday, 29 May 2009

I'm lost, help!

OK, I know no-one read my last post, which in fairness turned into a monster. Don't blog bit by bit and lose track of just how much crap you have written! This one is serious though, I could do with some help and advice...

I don't know what to do. Poker is just so incredibly, ridiculously, impossibly bad for me. I lost another £200 today, with EV saying I should have won 50p. So another £200 the Poker Gods/Jesus/Buddha/Moses/Krishna/Joseph Smith/Xenu sees fit to deny me. I had thought of praying to a different God prior to starting my next few sessions, but this has a few flaws:

1) Blasphemy. The one God who I may not have got round to yet might be pissed off at me praying elsewhere and infect me with further run bad.
2) My praying won't be heartfelt, I'm an athiest.
3) My roll might not last long enough to get round to Scientology.

I'm going to post a few HHs from today that basically epitomise my last 8 weeks of poker completely taking the piss:

Standard, he's a total spewtard monkey and I'm crushing his range here. I lose races something chronic. I'm actually going to see if HEM can produce results for when I get it in preflop with 40-60% equity and work something out. It'll make me depressed I'm sure.

These spots knock the confidence a bit, because a lot of the time lately I've been running into the tops of ranges, and getting crushed. But sometimes, just sometimes I get it in awesome versus the larger portion of villains ranges... and still lose.

Finally, when 82% preflop, and 90% on the turn just isn't enough.

My roll is in absolute tatters, and the real world of work may well be round the corner for Brenos. And in the current climate I'm not going to be able to walk into something decent I don't think. Time to hold the hands up and ask for help. It's been approx 2 months, over £5k in moneys and just under 100k hands of utter shit. My frame of mind is really starting to suffer. Anyone been through anything like this before? Can anyone offer any advice?

Tuesday, 26 May 2009

End of season bash, Prem final day, BBQ, Poker and Reflections

Not blogged for a while, partly because I've been busy working, partly because it would have been negative whiny crap, and partly because I've been waiting till after the bank holiday weekend for stuff to write about. Well now I have, this could be a long one.

Saturday was the end of season footy team afternoon of drinking, bar games, steak dinner, more drinking, piss taking and general fun and laughter. Unfortunately this once-a-year-pre-planned-months-in-advance event co-incided with a normal, standard Saturday for Ben and he was unable to attend. We started the day in the Punch Bowl at Jesmond, with Iggy winning a 501 darts match against a completely spannered local. At 2pm. After the game he stumbled over to our group and accused us of foul play and lack of respect, claiming that Iggy is a pro. Iggy is not a pro. Anyway this drones on and on and escalates into life lessons from this wise old man, with several high profile celebrity friends apparently. Myself, John and Briggsy chat in the corner chuckling at him going on and trying to work out if we'd run into this character before. Gav argues back and forth with him for a bit, asking if there's any fooking need for his behaviour. John unfortunately mistimes a laugh and glance at the Crazy and gets a snappy response of, 'at least I've got some hair left!'. Shot down! Anyway turns out that this is the infamous 'John 2' from a couple of seasons ago at the Christmas do in the Lonsdale. He tagged onto our Killer Pool game (after John in the list, hence John 2) and talked utter shite all through that too. Also turned out he wasn't a regular and had already pissed off a group over the other side of the pub, and when it became apparent to the bar staff that he was annoying us lot too, he was kindly asked to leave, being pointed in the general direction of Osbourne Road.

The afternoon got a whole lot funnier when Adam King turned up half an hour later, exclaiming as he entered, 'Have one of you guys just played an absolute mentalist at darts?!' Adam had endured a 15 minute ramble along the same lines of what we'd just had, but had been stopped in the street, on his own. A testament to his character indeed that he didn't just tell him to fuck off and carry on walking! We then played a few games of killer darts, with my name on the board being 'Retard'. Which was a little harsh at first but fully justified when I failed to grasp the scoring system on several future occasions. I took down the two games of killer pool before we moved next door to an Italian restaurant for some grub.

We were seated and served by Paulie from 'The Sopranos' and shortly after we got our three-quarter full pints, he took our order. Several times. He was rubbish. Really rubbish. I went for the fillet steak with peppercorn sauce and chips, and for just over a tenner, was pretty decent. Our table got a mix of steak and pizzas as mains, however Gav opted for a calzone with extra pepperoni/no mushrooms/extra mushroom/no pepperoni/unfolded/with a little umbrella/god-knows-what-else which they obviously got wrong. After a slightly longer than planned meal, it was off into town for a crawl along the central station bars, ending up in Linekar's (old Bar 55) which is surprisingly nice and had some hot dancers on stage, which ensured we stayed away from a much more expensive final destination. An extra hot meatball sarnie from Subway before the taxi home ended my day out quite nicely.

Sunday late morning we awoke and waited for Briggs to get back with Ager, then we went hungover meat/beer shopping at Tescos for Azz's 'four years in the making' home BBQ afternoon. Being four blokes we obviously went waaay overboard on the meat shopping, buying loads of burgers, chicken breasts, wings and several hundred beef 'shoulder steaks' just to take the piss out of Cranny. Anyway turned out he said "No" to the invite so plenty of food to be had.

Azz was a quality host, slaving away under a hot BBQ on an absolutely gorgeous day. After lunch we headed in for the giant survival last day to watch the Villa Vs Newcastle showdown. With Ager and Blackaz being big Toon fans in our group it was easy to get drawn into the tension. Ben drew up a sweepstake, where it was £2 in, and we each drew a 15 minute period for first goal, and three potential first goal scorers. Nice and fair. Except that Ben totally rigged it so that he got added on time, and along with two potential scorers, he also got all own-goals (28 players in total) and also no-scorers at all! This massive edge meant he took down half the pot for Duff's o.g. We reloaded at half time and again with the huge edge he created for himself, he won the whole pot second half when it finished with no change to the score. A minor point anyway considering Newcastle had just been relegated. They were absolute rubbish too. You wouldn't think that they needed a goal to stay in the Premiership! Felt bad for my mates who had just witnessed that shambles, and at the time felt bad for Shearer who conducted himself really well in that post match interview. I'm all healed now though as he is back to being a cheating miserable twat in my eyes, and I'm obviously happy that all the overly arrogant 'we're a big club' geordie retards get to wallow in the Championship for the next few years. Yes, the next few years. No way are they bouncing straight back up. They need to make wholesale changes in not just the playing staff, but the whole infrastructure of the club. Then they need to avoid becoming a yo-yo team but that will be difficult as they can no longer attract any decent calibre of player (mercenaries a la Jenas, Dyer, Robert et al) with Man City's money floating around. On a sidenote well done to Burnley. Enjoyed a lot of banter with a school mates dad growing up as he was from Burnley and a huge fan. He had a double garage, and had painted one claret and one blue, what an absolute eyesore that was. A couple of years later after the paint faded he decided to change them to the 'Brazil colours' of one yellow and one... blue. Upon arriving back from school the afernoon after he did it, I told him that the Brazil home colours are infact yellow and green. Adamant they weren't he finished off and went inside to look it up. He was quite redfaced the next day! I guess that story tells you all you need to know about Burnley fans! Cusworth.

After the football we set up the £5 rebuys which promised to be good, with bloggers Brenos, Ben and Carl all particularly gunning for each other, with the ultimate goal being to slag each other off in each others blog reports of the game. I'll try not to disappoint...

Seven of us sat down, myself, Carl and Ben as mentioned, Azz our host, Briggs, Blackaz and Ager. The rebuy period promised to be exciting/retarded as I know that myself and Carl were looking to play a lot of pots. The same cannot be said for Ben however, who is always content with folding to third. I can remember a few tasty hands but missed quite a few biggies as I had seriously broken the seal at this point. I won a few pots early, including a cruel two-outer to Ager when we both have A,X on an ace high flop, but he outkicks me and has a flush draw to boot. I bink the river though to have roughly a 3x stack when Ben decides to play a hand. He isolates (lol never happening) for 5BBs from MP after Carl and Azz had limped. I look down at Jh6h in the SB but this really wasn't important as I obviously make the call OOP. Carl and Azz come along and we see a Js 8h 4h flop. About as good as they get for me, so I donk out. Carl calls (he probably has a four at best here) and Azz folds. Ben raises which is at least an overpair (NIT NIT NIT) but I'm clearly getting it in. Unfortunately I am totally crushed in that he has 88 for middle set. I continue the run bad and he holds, my stack lowered somewhat.

Carl builds about a 4-5x stack with total junk and I luckbox a good sized double up to cover him when I get AA in on a 7,5,3 flop versus Briggsy's set of 7s for the turn and river to run out 4, 2 to make a wheel. Then the inevitable 200BB clash happens. I open 4x 10,6 in late position, Carl re-pops something ridiculously huge to like 20x from the BB and I decide to lay a sneaky trap and just call, my hand being well ahead of his range. I think the flop was K,Q,9 and he leads out for near pot. I 3x raise him here for value and to my surprise he ships his whole stack in. I do some rough sums and am clearly not getting any sort of price to call. But LOL gutshot LOL massive pot LOL potential suckout LOL potential massive chip lead LOL I call! Turn bricks and the river is a beautiful J for my straight to get there against Carl's (omg a hand) AK.

A few more rebuys happen when again Azz limps, Ben raises it up, I flat Ah2h on the button, and Carl obviously comes along in the BB. Flop is As 10h 8h it's checked round to me and I try not to wet myself as I bet, Carl calls, Azz folds and Ben checkraises the entire field a large amount. I insta-ship, Carl folds and Ben snap announces call as soon as Carl releases his hand! He loved that flop too with his QhJh but (un)fortunately I have him completely crushed. Turn bricks and the first river of Ks would have beat me but it was sneakily dealt from the bottom of the pack, as had been done a few times previously. Infact the four of the five times it had been done, it would have produced a suckout and drew a decent reaction each time! I was happy to win this one though after the true river bricked off. I just about finished the job crippling Ben in a blind battle where it went Ben raise, me flat. Bet, call. Check, check. Ben bet small river, I ship, Ben folds. Just checked his blog and he mentions it was a 664T7 board, so he clearly wants to know what I had. Let's just say this... I was value shoving ;-)

On my umpteenth piss break I miss Ben spiking a Q with QQ Vs KK and another exit hand, although details are now hazy. What I do remember though is that three handed between myself, Carl and Briggs took absolutely ages. Carl was fortunate enough to have position on me when my bravado took over and I called every one of raises out of position. Briggs also managed to play absolutely perfect in every spot, folding top pair for like 5BBs when I had top and bottom. Crazy. Eventually Carl knocks him out and we are heads up super deep which is torture as I can smell the mountains of food being cooked up metres away on the BBQ. First hand of HU Carl completes the SB to 2k. I raise to 10k, Carl obviously expecting this and also potentially trapping, insta ships all in. I snap call as with A,10 I am crushing his range for making this move. He does indeed flip over A,3 and we don't bother with a count until after we run the board out. A,4,5 on the flop. Not great. I turn over a horrific 2 on the turn leaving me dead to a river 3 for a split. I'm not saved and when we do finish counting I had 85k and Carl had 80k. So it turned out to be a quite horrific overshove but in his defence it was hard to tell how deep we were and it was also against me! I win one and then lose the final all in, where I was in with any two. Make money on the day but would have been nice to book the win I can't lie :-D

Wow this blog is long. I started after lunch and have been coming back and adding a sentence here and there between phonecalls to Dell, browsing a million websites pricing up the best quote, and phonecalls to a local newspaper who's office I am upgrading with a completely new computer network. I've worked harder this last week than I have in years! Enjoying the break too as I'll be making some money from 'proper work' which has lifted the reliance from poker, which has been going horrible. I think a couple of weeks ago my head had completely gone. I was pushing myself too much to get out of the horrible hole I've been in since getting back to the UK. I was fucking up the simplest of tasks in general life and even a casual phonecall to a mate Ben said I sounded zonked and was talking at a hundred miles a minute. Good to get some perspective and although you don't realise it as much at the time, my head wasn't right and I've definitely been miserable. I'm sure you can tell just from my writing style that I am now super happy. I'm done for the day too having just chucked a few £k at Dell for some new computers.

Pokerwise next month will see me back on my own and unfortunately in the position of needing to rebuild. I think we were a bit too aggressive in the payback structure, then a bad month left me slightly underolled and the recovery never materialised. I undoubtedly ran bad, played bad, played too many tables, played too many hours, got stuck in a rut and things multiplied from there into what totals two horrific months. Thankfully Soap has agreed to end things a little early, and let me keep a larger portion of the bonus and rakeback this month than initially agreed upon, which will help in the rebuilding, thanks mate. I've gained so much perspective this month it's uncanny. This is not to say that the bad run has ended, it could yet continue, and I'll certainly have more in the future. But what has ended is my frankly terribly depressing frame of mind over the last month. I'm booked up for the Laddies VIP Epsom Derby day, which I'm sure will be awesome. Can't wait to unleash the new tailored suit and hot shoes amongst the well dressed female Epsom crowd ;-) Vegas plans are getting finalised, I'm back in the gym feeling strong again and I've got my appointment soon with the Orthopaedic Surgeon where fingers crossed we can get something in motion for a proper recovery for my shot knee! If I could go for a five mile run now on this gorgeous evening it would really round things off, I would feel amazing. That'll have to wait for a while though!

I think I'll log some poker this evening, continuing a recent mini-recovery I've put together only 6 tabling. I'm just waiting on computer stuff to arrive before my next stint of work, so that leaves a couple of days to turn my positive frame of mind to the poker tables, and hopefully turn out some positive results. Hope you all had a great bank holiday and (new found perspective alert) good luck OFF the tables! :-)

Sunday, 17 May 2009

Another day another $ missed EV

I really am starting to think that I am furthering the impossible everytime I play poker. Four buyins lost tonight, but should only be down less than one apparently. Haha as if that was ever going to happen. Lost AA vs QQ early preflop for stacks, board runs out total rainbow unconnected 24QT6 and I murmur to myself, "Hmph he probably has Queens" as a second later the cards are revealed and the pot ships his way. It really is a case of looking at the board, looking at my hand, and then thinking of a holding that beats me, and my opponent has it. KT on K4K4T is totally golden because I beat all Kings that gave me action on the flop and turn. But no, quads are good. Straights and flushes fail to hold vs sets, and sets fail to get there versus opponents straights and flushes. Standard stuff, but it's every pot, every session.

I'm obviously absolutely delighted that Man Utd secured three in a row. I'm also really happy that I've got a VIP package to the Epsom Derby. I'm hugely excited at the fact that Shearer is looking more and more likely to be taking the toon down. So there are some positives to take from the month. Guitar Hero World Tour has some awesome tracks, there's another. These are unfortunately heavily outweighed though as how bad poker is going. Two months, and over 140k hands of torture. I'm not enjoying the game at all. When I rarely do win a pot, I kind of feel privileged that I've been allowed to win. Which is obviously no good.

I took a pretty decent three day break, having a great long weekend with mates who were off work, and felt really fresh today. But when playing it really was a case of SSDD (I'll let Ben work that one out, he's crap with acronyms). I think I'll video my next few sessions as it's starting to get pretty critical that I book a few winning sessions soon.

Wednesday, 13 May 2009

LOL Donkaments

A classic title.

Have stayed away from the cash tables for the last couple of days because as you have surely gathered by now, I run like shit. Since busting my Full Tilt roll last year playing HU with all my $180 bankroll on the table getting it on the turn with 90% equity and losing, the account has laid dormant.

It has since slowly collected a trickle of referral fees from RakeTheRake (link on the right) and upon checking a few days ago had $36 as the balance. Well boooya ship the low level SnGs my balance is now $285 and climbing. I started off playing some $5 HU SnGs which initially I broke even at. I quickly found out that weak cash lines are however generally strong low level tournament lines. So as soon as I forced myself to forget everything I've learned, I began to crush. I made enough where I could then nine table the 9 manners. I tried 4 tabling HU and timed out all over the place and was totally rubbish. The 9 mans allow me to play more at once, increasing my hourly ($15 booya) eek out more of an edge at one time, make more rakeback etc etc. I could probably play twenty of the 9 mans, though I've not yet experimented with a decent layout for more than 9 tables. A hundred tournies later my balance is $250 to the good with an ROI of 32%. I've actually really enjoyed thinking about ICM decisions and it's fair to say I totally pwn the $5 field on the bubble. You can't argue with that ROI.

I shall keep going when not quite in the mood for cash as it's certainly less of a strain playing tournament poker post flop with 15BBs. Saying that though I remember 'back in the day' when building my first semblance of a bankroll that the £3/$5 STTs were A LOT easier. Moving on a bit from what I said about NL50 previously, things are a lot harder now! However I shall share my three-volume-fool-proof strategy that guarantees to get you out of the $5 SnGs. Forget Harrington on Hold Em (Harrison on Hold Em is better anyway, awesome whole thread here). Here's 'Brenos on crushing $5 Sit n Gos':

1) Identify tight set miners and capitalise. Isolate raise preflop and cbet half pot. Profit.
2) Just shove your big hands over raises in the early game. Force your opponents to make a big mistake calling when dominated.
3) With 5/6 players left, raise a wider range especially if you have a double stack to take down the larger blinds. An open to 500 from a >3k stack to win 100+200 is just super awesome. At 50/100 with less than 1k you want to be shoving pre with top 35% because hanging on for 3rd is a losing strategy.

1) Dominate the bubble. Raise, steal, go crazy. This is now a stack size game not a card based game.
2) At the $5s I have sometimes got to heads up on blinds as low as 80/160. If so identify who is playing fit or fold, and small ball the shit out of them. Against the stations just shovel money into the pot when you have a semi-strong top pair hand. In large blind situations just shove/call a sensible range. #1 rule of HU, be the person betting and not the person calling.

1) Ship $$$ to Brenos
2) Coaching available at $50 per hour on how to achieve a $10 per hour winrate at $5 SnGs

Finally I've been getting a lot more emotionally involved playing the tournaments. Not like as in pissed off when I get sucked out on, more like fist-pump super happy when I take one down, and fist-smash super pissed off when I bubble. I feel better for it too. Maybe it's good to get involved a bit more. Maybe it's all this new found exercise I've been doing. Anyway I shall keep you all updated on this small SnG side adventure. Stay tuned for my next post, 'How to move up to the $10s and blow your roll' :-)

Sunday, 10 May 2009

Why so serious?

I mean come on. Another equally as bad session has put pay to me wanting to play any kind of poker for yonks now. I get 40% effective stacks in preflop with AA, lose. I double up every short stack going. I lose 480BB pots with the second nuts on the flop, second nuts on the turn where 95% of the money goes in, then the third nuts on the river when he rivers the second nuts and utilises his fold equity shoving with his remaining 10BBs. I also lose a 420BB pot with flopped nuts, get all but 20BBs in on the flop, but the rest goes in on the turn when the board reads 59K8. Let's play guess the hand...

Wishing I'd got a last minute flight out to Belgium to join the footy team, despite being completely crocked. Bah this is rubbish :-((((

Saturday, 9 May 2009

Bad session

A bad session tonight has put pay to moving up for the weekend. I shall have to recoup the couple of hundred or so I lost this evening to recreational players. I ran exceptionally badly in all spots. Had lots of sets and straights versus flushes where opponent has 40BBs, so GG me. Also had one rather horrific overpair and NFD versus middle set in a 450BB pot, I miss. I'm also fairly certain that I made top two pair three times, where my second pair gave my opponent a set, again for something stupid like 50BBs, so again GG me. Ignoring these complete setups what is most frustrating is that all money was insta-ratholed. Cheers for the double up Brenos, I shall be leaving now.

Not checked the Euros yet either, so all could be good when I do. I really don't want to get 4 numbers and 2 stars though. The odds on that must be fucking astronomical (you pick 6 numbers 0-50 and 2 stars 0-9 if you didn't know). Last week when the jackpot was ~£90m, you got £110 for getting 4#s and 2*s. Fuck that! You beat the odds for what must be millions to one, and you get paid less than a hundred to one on your money. The lottery is such a mugs game! So yeah I'll be piling on next week when it rolls over again :-D

Thursday, 7 May 2009

An actual winrate

When the 'win' is a positive number. Hurrah!

Since my previous whinging, I have been absolutely crushing NL50. Which is good, as I should be. It's just that recently a bit of normality has returned and I have been allowed to win some large pots. This level of poker I have mixed feelings about. It can be a complete nit fest of drab, boring, preflop cooler poker. It can at times be a frustrating limp fest where it's very hard to define hands. It is usually always a completely retarded min raising competition post flop, with it being hugely profitable to notice who is doing it when and where, and either as a bluff or for value. The regulars are really bad (compared to what I've had to deal with) and it's easy to take exploitative lines. It's nigh on impossible to win a hand without showdown unless you are in a heads up pot with one of the very best hand readers at NL50. Most regs are so tight anyway they are showdown bound with their 88 or whatever crap is good in that spot like 5% of the time. Consequently my red line (non showdown) now looks gay like Ben's, but conversely the showdown line has gone boom! Tilt is also a much bigger factor down at the micros. It can however every once in a while, be completely hilarious. Some of the beats I have seen dished out have kept me sane. 'I put you on AK' will forever be a timeless classic.

It's obviously beatable (I'm playing 10 tables too, so some poker could be better) but certainly not as much as it was. Even a couple of years ago when I was building my roll things were much easier. I still recognise some names that I played all that time ago, still with the same leaks and making the same mistakes. I feel for anyone coming through now, things are really, really hard. I have tons and tons of experience and possess the knowledge to get out of the micros, but even to even the most intelligent and adaptive newcomer, it could well be an expensive quest. Anyway, I'm rambling.

I'm now even for NLHE for the month, and even with the recent good run I'm still missing a few hundred quid in EV. PLO is just ridiculous though. I am 100% sure I crush the game long run. And I do mean CRUSH, at least at PLO50 and PL100. I continually get it in either good, or very good and lose. I'm missing £1k in EV at PLO but it's important to recognise that this is expected value. Hit the boomswitch and I could easily be over a grand to the good. I shall be sticking to NLHE for the rest of the month to hopefully build back a decent roll.

This is the first time in the Laddies rake race that I've been able to play the first week of the month. In March it was getting my money moved onto the site, and in April I was making my way back to the UK and was unable to play. I'm currently 20th with ~500 points which is ~$2k in rake. That's 30k hands of poker in just a week. This month could well be my biggest ever volume wise. Also considering that 80% of my play has been at NL50, yet only 66% of my rake is from NL50, it is obviously hugely advantageous in the rake race for me to be playing higher. From what I can deduce it's a 2x jump to NL100, then a 1.5x jump again to NL200. At my current winrate I need about 10k more hands to be effectively rolled for NL100 again (damn the poor £) then if I can sustain a decent winrate there and continue at current rate of play, I could be on for a monster finish in the rake race. Even if I don't get out of NL100 this month, 30k hands a week should still secure top 15 which would be a minimum of $6k. Hopefully today will see this right and I shall be back at NL100 for the weekend of recreational players staying in to 'save money' after the bank holiday ;-)

I knew what I had to do but writing it down here, and with my new found sobreity and extra energy from actually doing some exercise, I feel really focused for a hard month's graft. Gogogogogogo!!!

Monday, 4 May 2009

Epic HU grudge match

Blatantly pinched from 2+2 but so brilliant I just had to post it here.

Saturday, 2 May 2009

More keyboard mashing

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Played some PLO and obviously ran 5 buyins below equity in a 5 buyin losing session. I can't wait to get to the other side of the bell curve. If it ever happens.

I'm now forced to play NL50 as most of my roll is now distributed amongst distinctly two types of people:

1) Decent players that win races
2) Complete retards

I also only got 1 number and 2 stars on the Euros for a measly £6.50. I shall remain bullish, downhearted and continue to post miserable shit until something good happens. So for your sake I hope things pick up. Anyway you can sod off, spare a thought for me!


Nope, it's retard day

Everyone's been paid at work, and got their rake and bonuses in poker from last month. So there's lots of poorer players (hereafter 'retards') playing in the first couple of days of each new calendar month. It's worthwhile playing these retards while they still have money. I played about 8k hands today for that reason.

Or another plan of action would be to donate to these players in the most heinous manner possible. I have a set, it's ok you go ahead and backdoor your flush. I have top pair, top kicker, by all means bink off your three outer. I also raced twice today for buyins pre flop and lost both. Been trying to play lower variance and not do this which is playing Devil's Advocate anyway because I should be aggressive and be pushing hands. This is now about 90k hands of total bullshit. I am actually really angry for the first time in ages, which in itself is retarded, why be angry at something you can't control?

What I should be able to do is check the bloody Euro Millions results online. Surely the draw was made earlier this evening? No results up yet :-/ I promise if I win that I'll not complain about running bad ever again, but until then...

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Friday, 1 May 2009

Plan for May

OK so pokerwise things have to turn. It's pretty much getting on towards the impossible for me to continue to run as badly as I did in April going into May. But I'm not counting chickens and will plug on hard and grind out some cash. I'll have to start back at NL100 but don't plan on being there long. Gogogogo!

Lifestyle wise I'm making big changes. Massive changes. After sitting on my arse for the first four months of the year, I shall be back in the gym three times a week getting the strength back up and trimming down a little. I think the first couple of weeks are going to be hell, especially considering the guy I train with is an absolute animal.

Anyway, that's the easy part. I'm not going to get drunk at all for... aaaages. This is elastic somewhat as I don't like setting finite deadlines, which has unquestionably come from poker. Definitely for the duration of May and I'd like to think June and some of July also. Notice I've not said 'not going to drink'. I like beer, it's just the moderation bit that I do really badly. I'm sick to death of being absolutely incapable for a full day after I go out on the booze. I play in a local pool league once a week and will probably have a shandy or something then, or on a day/night out with mates I'll have one or two. But no going past the point of no return - around three beers I think.

I will exempt myself from this restriction on certain, very special occasions though. I've got some friends 30th birthdays coming up, I'll get a bit squiffy then for sure! I am also potentially in for some corporate hospitality where it would be rude not to make the most of what has been put on for me ;-) However general weekend drinking shall not exist for me for (at the very least) the next six weeks.

Good luck me, and good luck all for May :-)