2nd day of live grind I dropped a huge sum. It's been a while since I've been stacked, and it's really not an experience I'd like to repeat. I know I should be mature enough not to rant about bad beats dealt to you by bad players making bad calls, but I am only human.
I hope I see you the next time I drop by and I hope you make the same call with your gutshot, and the only thing that's gonna be different is you won't be having that shit-eating grin. It's players like you that pay for my rent and puts food on my plate. I thank you in advance.
I played good,- with one good read bad play but generally good. I folded Aces on a dry board vs. a reraise which is a good fold. I won a pot or two read wise, and lost one because I didn't bet. I knew he had nothing, but I chose to bring it to showdown - he had the best nothing while I had the second best nothing, what are the odds. I should've evaluated it on a per-street basis and not focus on getting to showdown, that was the key mistake.
Took a break, chilled a bit, and checked my game. We're good to go.
Going to the lower limit tables, I was doing great. It was an easy game. Ever since I adapted this thinking I actually played a lot better. Whenever I tell myself it's an easy game, decisions become clearer. No paranoia, just solid poker. And it pays really well.
Gamblers fed me, but in the end their gamble hit me back. I do so love his call. I loathed it then, but in retrospect I love it. In the long run I'll be filthy rich with his play. Quoting Jester - lengthen the perspective; when you do, you'll love his call.
Shrug it off and clear your mind. Untangle your net and go back fishing.
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