Well, I never thought this day would come. I thought that I was immune from the sort of massive debilitating tilt that plagues so many poker players, but apparently that is no longer the case.
It began when I went down to Lucky Chances on Friday and discovered that they were spreading a 50/100 game for some rich dude who was in town and wanted to gamble. He was wearing a ridiculous watch on both wrists and had some serious gold chains on. He was one of the worst players I’ve ever seen, and he ran hotter than the sun against me. I got 15k in preflop with KK within the first hour, and his A9o binked trip 9’s. I rebought for every dollar I had in cash, and built it up slowly for a few hours before this hand: the monster fish limped with about 30k behind, I covered with 34k and iso-raised J9ss to $400. The BB called and the fish overcalled, of course. The flop came out Ts8c3c, they both checked and I bet $1000. The BB called and the fish overcalled. The turn was a beautiful 7s, the BB checked, and the fish donked out $5000. I hollywooded a bit before raising to $15000, and he insta-shipped. I snapcalled and flipped my hand, which I wouldn’t ordinarily do but this was a monster pot. He was unfazed, and when the river was a 7h he casually turned over 73o as if he expected it the entire time.
I managed to regain my composure after a short walk around the casino, and resolved to do what I could with my remaining stack. Instead of beginning an epic comeback, I had the luxury of watching the fish dump his entire stack off to a few old nits in some equally terrible pots, then get up and leave about as pleasantly as anyone could after such a downswing. The rest of my stack went in with AK and failed to outflip pocket 4’s. I returned home in a dark cloud, my thoughts muddled and racing at a speed I’m unaccustomed to. When I arrived home I immediately signed on to FullTilt and Stars and looked for seats in the biggest PLO games available. The rest of the night was shrouded in a terrible haze.
I awoke on Saturday with a pounding headache and little recollection of the events of the prior evening, though they immediately became clear when I realized that my 30″ monitor had been augmented by a mostly-empty whiskey bottle through its center. The Lucky Chances game was the next thing to flash through my memory. I grimly opened my laptop to assess the damage. My account balances had both been decimated, unsurpisingly. How could I let something like this happen? I still don’t know, but even thinking about it leads me into a terrible depressive state.
So now what? Well, I’ve got about enough money in the bank to pay my taxes and maybe a few months rent. I might have a little money in some other poker accounts that managed to avoid the catastrophe, but I’m pretty much cleaned out. I guess I should start looking for stakes, or something. Maybe I should get a real job and just give up on the whole poker thing. Sigh. Don’t let this happen to you!
On the plus side, at least its April now!