appt

Ear drum much better, healing already. Doc said will heal on its own in a month. Still a bit painful though when swallowing or yawning.

Went out night before with all the Aus boys, got pretty drunk, dropped/lost $2500 usd somewhere as I was so wasted. Was pretty tilted from that, hate stupid expensive mistakes like that.

Slept a lot last night, woke up, felt like crap. Put up with 1 hour taxi ride in heat to Hyatt through Manila traffic moving at about 10km an hour. Sick tired and tilted by time I arrived.

Tournament very well organised, except absolutely no drink/food service for first 2-3 hours. Went to pick up food in the middle of level 2, spent 15 tilted minutes running around Hyatt dealing with endless morons. Returned to table with no food. Beyond tilted.

Super donkey next to me won’t stop talking to me. Trying to tell me about his poker energy drinks company. Asks me whether trips beats 2 pair. I put in my headphones. He pulls one out and asks if he can share my iPod. He touches me on arm twice to get my attention as I’m ignoring him. I pray for his death. He doesn’t die. Beyond tilted.

It’s freezing in the poker room. I’m shivering and yawning. Ear drum feels like its about to explode every time I yawn but I can’t stop for some reason. Forgot to bring jacket. It’s 35 degrees outside and humid. I forgot that in every hot city, they always make it freezing inside any closed area.

Had KK twice in first level (25/50). 1st KK, I raise after early nit limper, he calls. Flop 9-6-5 rainbow, he checks, I bet pot, he calls. Turn 5. Check/check. River 2 he bets 75% pot, he wants call so bad, I figure I can muck here and save myself some money but I call. He has 99. Alec Traheo on my table can’t believe I didn’t get it on turn, I say I figure I could have saved 1500 by folding river. Alec doesn’t believe me.

A few hands later, I raise with red KK, fish calls, another guy calls. Flop J-9c-8c. I bet, both players call. Turn 4h, I check, fish bets, other guy folds, I call. River 8, I check, fish bets small, I call. He has K8 no draw. I’m down to 4k. I peddle off some more calling with pairs, missing flops, down to 2k, I openlimp AA in MP, folded to Alec who puts me in with AJo, I giggle like a live poker loving fag would and double up to 4k.

Old guy on my other side who snapped my KK with his 99 wants to talk about a recent bad beat he’s suffered. I try ignore him. He won’t stop. I ask him to stop. He won’t stop. I beg him to stop. He won’t stop. I pray for his death. He doesn’t die. Beyond tilted.

Alec raises a guy in a big pot, and the guy just calls, leaving himself about 2500 (pot is about 15k). Alec bets 1500 on river and the guy thinks for 6 minutes before I call clock on him and he folds in pretend agony. Beyond tilted. Want to scream. Thinking violent thoughts. Consider throwing remaining chips at villain’s head. Decide to peddle my short stack instead. Regret decision in hindsight.

I peddle down to 2k calling a few more pairs that miss flops, button openraises, I push AQ in BB, he has AA, game over.

Tournaments are fucken retarded.

Full ring is fucken retarded.

Live poker is beyond fucken retarded. We were doing a racy 15 hands per hour.

Live poker players are fucken retarded. I hate them so much. I hate them more than is reasonably sane to hate human beings. So awesome when you’re pumping along at 15 hands an hour, and a live player takes 6 min to pretend he has something when he’s ALWAYS going to fold. And then he folds.

I will never play live poker or a live tournament ever again. I know I say it all the time, but I really mean it this time. I don’t know why I put myself through that tilt. It’s sick.

After Alec busts out with full house cooler, I peddle 1k off him playing Russian on sick upswing. Get off tilt marginally. Swear once again to never play live poker or tournaments ever again. Go home, write this, sleep.

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1. Meeeh! Uberpost! Especially “…I pray for his death. He doesn’t die. Beyond tilted.”. Hah!

   Comment by osinsh — August 27, 2007 @ 5:14 pm

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