Rolled On The River

I want it, I need it, a graph that points up towards the sky, but I’m still losing more than I’m winning, I’m just not thinking clearly, it’s not all the tables, it’s just that my concentration gets broken for a second, and I find myself calling as a default, which is stupid. Calling is the last thing I should be doing in a high pressure situation, firstly, I should be reaching for the time button, it’s a saviour, it really is, but does my supid clumsy finger hit it? No.. Why not? I don’t know. I’m creating habits I shouldn’t be, and I’m losing money I shouldn’t be either.

I’ve banned music from my poker sessions, as it is so goddamned distracting, if this is going to be my life, and it requires concentration, the comfort of Dave Grohls groovy tunes has to go. Lyricless music is still even too much for me, it’s all about the poker, I have MASSIVE holes in my game, holes that need plugging as they are leaking money.

I got all my little posters reprinted in colour and laminated yesterday, so they look at home on my wall, so crisp and clear, if only my dumb ass would hit the time button and look up at them and take stock of the situation I’m in. The PFR charts came out especially pretty, can’t remember if I explained it before, but it’s basically a one page printout of the pokerstove window, which shows the range of certain PFR percentages. I thought myself quite clever.

I had 2 little solo sessions today, the first one, I finished up by 1.5 BI, the second, I was down by 1.5 BI, losing 80% of a BI in 3 consecutive hands, making my graph look like an escalator into hell. Lessons were learned and asses were kicked.