-40, URGH!

I haven't won in forever. I really thought tonight was going to be my night. I was playing so well, I finally got lucky for the first time in ages. I flopped a straight! It ended up being split - wow, two people playing 89 with a pre-flop tripple. Anyway, that sucked, it would have been money. I picked up some pots with good betting.

Anyway, so I have about 20 left, about what we started with - and we are only about an hour into the game. Blinds are 30/60. I raise to 300. This is a big raise, I know, because I DONT WANT CALLERS. How can someone call that unless they have queens, kings, or aces? So fold, fold, RAISE ALL IN. Okay.. I have POCKET KINGS... I must have them beat, unless they have aces. But his all in was like 16, had me just covered - aces want action, not a fold. So I figured I was golden. He has AK ... flops a fucking ace.

I can't deal with these players. They are so bad. He had NOTHING IN THE POT. He was not commited by any means, so why risk his chips? It would have beyond crippled him.

This is just such bad poker. And such bad luck!

-30

Tonight was $5+R for one hour. I was studying for finals and got there around 55 minutes into the game. My first hand I had AQ in the big blind. Under the gun called and so did small blind and I raised from a blind of 80 to 150 on top, so 230. Jason doubles my raise (under the gun guy), to 560 on top. Brendan (small blind, crappy player) raises to 700 on top. I fold and Jason goes all in. Brendan had A10! What an awful play to Jason's KINGS.

I saw about 13 sets of hole cards, 4 of the were AQ. I finally had AK and moved all in pre-flop. The blind was 100, I was big, and it was 650 on top. Adam called (he had already called the 100 as small blind) and the flop was K-blank-J. He had KJ! Urgh, what a crappy string of luck, or un-luck. Back to studying.

-25

Lost $20 tonight in a $20 no rebuy tournament.

I lost half my chips on a hand against an awful player. I had aces on the flop with a limp preflop. Bet big on the flop, he called, medium bet on the turn, he called, bet big on the river and he doubled it. The board was rainbow and I knew I was good on the flop and the turn, and a pair of 8s (the river was an 8) couldn't beat me. Turned out that he rivered his inside straight draw. Just bad, bad poker.

Joe took me out. He's a pretty bad player. The way I found this out is that he always has a ton of chips in the middle of the game and looses them about 3/4 of the way through. This is how you can spot a bad player, according to my poker book.

Online I lost a $3+.50 turbo. Usually I'm pretty good at those but I guess I was just bad today. I also lost a $2+.20 1800 person tournament. Around 50th for a while and I lost two big hands. I can't remember what happened there.

Need to write my final now.

-5

Last night we played $5+R.

We started at 9PM so I'd be able to get there, and I didn't really want to play in the first place- exhausted from the long day in NYC. By the time I came it was already started, and I was forced to sit next to Josh, as usual. I try so hard not to get tilted by his tapping, banging, cursing at himself and me, mimicking, and other childish behaviors. I ALWAYS end up cornered between him and some other idiot, and with all of the other stuff falling apart right now, I really couldn't stand being next to him. He put me on tilt so bad, started screaming at me and calling me a bitch and telling me that I'm more miserable than he is, and I knocked over his poker chips. It was really, really fucked up, and a wrong thing for me to do, but I just could not take him anymore. I'm so tired of being walked all over and having to be a bigger person, when there is no reason to deal with all of this shit.

So anyway, the poker game... I was just getting regular cards, some better than others, some worse. I had a good share of A8s, AQs, 45offs, etc. Playable hands, if I'm lucky. I would just never, ever hit. Even when I didn't play - there was only one hand that I would have hit trips on the flop. I could not hit anything.

After Josh blew up at me and I fucked with his chips, I had to walk away. I sat with Jason in the other room bitching about life and he was so good at listening to me. It was really helpful, and by the time I was ready to go back to the table, Neal came to get me for my big blind, which was so nice of him. When I returned to the table, Dan had folded me and he felt so bad that he gave me the $1.20 that I lost - which was a good 1/7th of my stack, at least. It was nice of him, I wish it didn't have to happen in the first place.

My last hand I had A9, and I decided that if I keep seeing it and not playing it I'm going to have to jump out of a window. So I played, got called by a pretty good player, Brandon, with AK. No biggie, it was a good call, maybe a bad push.

I'm just so tired of getting out early!