Had a brilliant session at Alea, although I was torn between the £2/5 and then 50p/£1 game...
The game was four handed for the majority of the night, with the occasional fifth sitting down and donating a bowl to the game. The
was good enough to land me Alea's rake-free promotion for three hours and I took full advantage, taking down every other pot. It was nice to be in the zone again; 9-handed tables are a mundane grind, profitable as they supposedly are. I bet-folded
on
versus the same guy I called with
on
and was right both times. In a three way pot, I got worse to call and better to fold when I 4bet jammed
on
, although this did not stop him getting there with
in the biggest pot of the night. It was a little frustrating watching a night's work get undone by an outdraw, but it was easy to keep my head up and continue the illusion of a rush and start picking up pots again. It was fun to absolute own the table and take away £170 in profit as my reward, when suddenly -
(loud thunderclap)
the game died and the remaining three of us moved to Gala.
(cue organ music)
All the usual Galaments ensued: one man was arrested, there was a fight on the table behind me, one of the valets was in a bad mood and slamming everything about. It is of some consolation that while I normally consider myself a poor example of a human being, when I share a table at Gala with eight troglodytes I feel like a genius. As I learned the hard way, however: there is a thin line between "genius" and "man who gets aces twice in one night and loses a big pot with them both times." Apparently it is better to walk this line with shoulders hunched, knuckles dragging, and lower jaw protruding. The technique is to scrape your hand off the floor, wipe the drool from the fur around your mouth and then, with an indistinguishable grunt, stick it all in with
or
and get there. There is no need for a calendar, I will be able to tell you when it is October 1st because I will book a profit one time. I just need to stretch my bankroll to last another 18 days. Oh well. Happy September for the troglodytes. Enjoy my money. I didn't need it for food and things anyway.
Not posting the exact figure for my September downswing, because everyone here knows I play in the softest game in town and it would just be too embarrassing. Peace?
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