Another weekend has come and gone. As usually, it's Monday, and I'm exhausted . . .
I woke up Sunday morning in Baltimore (not by accident, mind you). It was about 10:00 am. I had just spent the past two days with my oldest friend from High School. We drank Friday night at a local bar. Then, Saturday, we got festivities rolling at 1:00 pm with the Rangers game, and kept the train going until 2:00 when we shut down the James Joyce Tavern in Baltimore. In any event, he left around 8:30 Sunday morning to head home to the wife. I had a ticket for the 1:35 O's game, but the weather was looking semi-shady. Plus, I didn't really feel much like hanging out for nearly 4 hours until first pitch. Also, I had sort of had enough . . . I wasn't hung over (P3 is a professional degenerate [yo]u see). Just tired AS FUCK. So, I got in the car and started driving home. I got half way back to Bethesda when the caffeine from my giant Starbucks started kicking in. And then I remembered - I'm suppose to be living life to the fullest. Going home to spend Sunday on the couch catching up on GOT's does not constitute YOLO'ing (is that a thing?). So, I swung the car around . . . picked up a second giant Starbucks, and went right back to Baltimore.
Long story short, the weather held out . . . The O's won the game . . . The Mets also won their second in a row . . . and all was right in the world.
So, after the game, I walked back to the Shoe, where my car was parked. It was only 5:00. I decided to sit down and play some hands. Yes, I was still tired. But, I had had a few beers at the game, and wanted to make sure I was 100% sober to drive home. So, what better way to sober up a bit than by playing an hour or so . . .
It was a short, yet sweet, session. I got QQ . . . opened to $15 . . . got two callers . . . and hit a set. I fired the flop, but it folded around.
A while later, I got KK. After one limper, I raised to $15 . . . this time, I got 5 callers. Yuck. The flop was 5 9 A. Double Yuck. It checked to me. I'm assuming one of these 5 callers has Ax, right? Yet, I couldn't get myself to check and let someone take the pot from me. So, I led for $65. Somehow, it folded around. This could be my day.
In the middle of my session, I looked down at QT clubs in middle position. I was temped to play the hand; but, before action got to me, someone raised to $12. I laid it down. They went to the flop of K 4 7 . . . all clubs. FML, to steal Lightning's phrase... It checked to original raiser, who bet $20 or so. He got called. The turn blanked. It checked to raiser who bet $65. Other player, who was $700 + deep, re-raised to $150 and got an all-in (for like another $40). Raiser had Big Slick. Caller/check-raiser had A9 . . . clubs . . . Pete Peters dodged a bullet there!!! With the second nuts on the flop, I'm not sure I would have gotten away from my flush. Not with any chips left, at least . . . This definitely could be my day.
Just before racking up, I looked down at J 9 clubs. It limps to me, and I come along in late position. I could have raised. Maybe I should have raised. But, as mentioned, I was sort of in shut down mode and was not looking to build a big pot pre-flop with the hand. Anyway, the flop is a 782 rainbow. Dude leads for $8. He has $1,000 behind. I call, as a Ten would give me a fairly well disguised straight and some good implied odds. And, as a bonus, the woman next to me comes along (with about $100+ behind). And, since its my day, the turn is a Ten. This time, guy leads for $50. I just call, feeling pretty confident my hand is in little jeopardy of getting sucked out on. I could raise, but I sort of want the woman to come alone. And, she does. The pot is approximately $180. And the river is a Queen, making the final board 782TQ. Dude leads for $65. Woman has about that behind. A raise could scare her off; but, then again, if she has any kind of solid hand, she may feel pot committed even if she suspects I may be stronger. So I make it $200. Woman calls. Sadly, dude folds. Still, a decent $500+ pot.
I walked around 7:00. Utterly exhausted from 3 days of debauchery.
So, as you may recall, as of April 10th, I was down a little over $1,000 for the year (at about 65 hours or so played). These results were, IMO, a combination of 3 months of running bad (mainly card dead), with a bit of bad-play and/or some drunken stupidity mixed in (e.g., like the $465 I lost last month in a Saturday night, post O's game, post 10 beers, session). Some nights, I'll sit down after too many cocktails and play just to have some fun. But, I still count these sessions in my results. Hell, if I happen to luck box on these nights, I'd surely be tempted to count positive results. Plus, there's often a thin line between being nicely lubricated to play a solid, confident, TAG game, and being overly intoxicated to the point of being the table fish. So, I simply count every session I play.
Fortunately, the past month my luck has turned around, and I've been running well. And, last night, I finally broke through to the black:
As Vegas Rob suggested last night, possibly sarcastically, I may not be able to retire on 10 cents an hour. But, it's a moral victory to me. Hopefully, I can build upon this and work my rate up to $10 an hour or so.