Tournaments, not for me?
The last month has been alot of tournament disappointments starting with EPT-Barcelona and ending with the high roller event in london. I have been playing four tournaments and have zero cashes:(. Im trying to stay disciplined but I seriously dont get how tournament players do it.
I mean first orbit I look down on a real hottie; 2-4 suited in the big blind. UTG has raised and there are a bunch of callers. I work hard to not put in a raise even thogh my fingers are iching and involuntarily moves towards the bigger chips. But I calm myself, the voice inside my head says "remember, this is how you always get in trouble, play this tournament tight for once". So I just muck the hand. A couple of orbits later and alot of folds later I look down on another delicious little thing; 9-6 suited in the small blind. There is an early position raiser and Chris "Jesus" Ferguson has cold called on the button. I fail to stay disciplined this time. Why wait? Why pass up on something delicious? Should it taste better if you wait? Think not. I raise. The first raiser gets out but Ferguson calls on the button. The board on the turn is 6-2-2-2. I have a full house. Its probably not good against Ferguson. Nope he has pocket queens. I muck my hand. Tilt!
I seriously dont get how thew tournament players can stay so disciplined. What is wrong with them? Dont they get bored? If you are used to playing like 200 hands an hour it kinda sucks playing 20 hands per hour. Tilt on all nitts! Nitts. I bet they are the ones you see practice putting an hour before they go out and actually play golf. They probably never tilt. They probably only eat sweet things saturdays. But no earlier than 6 pm and no later than 9 pm. You have to think about the metabolism they say. Nitts. Mother in law´s dream. Always appropriate. Well spoken. Between discussing politics over lunch and helping the neighbours with whatever they listen to classical music because they think they enjoy it or they pretend to enjoy it. Nitts.
I am playing the world championship HU in Barcelona the 20th of oktober. Hopefully I wont encounter any nitts there. Sigh.
After that I have plans of going to Thailand with a friend of mine. A month or so would be great but I may have some commitments I have to see and attend to. We will see. After that its the Ladbrokes Poker Million the 9th of december and after that I am off to vegas with my parents. They got a package as a wedding present from me (they got married this summer). So I am to be their guide there. Should be alot of fun.
Over and out,
Nebuchad
Tower of London
Engelskt tangentbord...
We started the day with a visit to tower of London. We had a really good time there for like three hours but then I started to get a little bored. I could not help myself but touch some old weapons which had a sign that read: "Do not touch". The alarm went off and Denise tilted on me, lol. Then as we moved further in to the armory we found some kind of shrine which was sealed off. A quick look over my shoulder told me that me and Denise were alone in the room and of course I could not resist the temptation. I crossed over the ropes and waited. No alarm bell. Good. Another step into the small chamber towards the shrine was one to far. The alarm went off but bigger this time. Denise bolted out off the room leaving me. I slowly made my way out, trying to not to seem supicious. A nearby guard came quckly into the room and asked me what the hell I was doing but I simply pointed in the way Denise had run, saying that I think the villain went that way. Denise was no where to be found though. She can move fast sometimes the girl!
Needless to say she was furious with me. She did not speak to me for over an hour and has still not accepted my sincere apology;). But honestly, what did she expect? Bringing a child to a museum for four hours... Things are bound to happend. Its called physics. Laws of gravity, Newton and Einstein.
I know that I am really immature. One friend of mine often says that I should not be loose amongst other people. One time when I was hanging in a tree during the Ladbrokes Poker Cruise a safe guard came and told me to stop because it is dangerous my friend apologised with saying "I am sorry for my friend, he is from the jungle and dont speak our language. Please come down now Mowgli!". Lol, Hager.
Usually I am not like that. It is only when I feel extremly bored and have alot of extra energy. I think all people suffer from this on some sort of level though, no? Usually I am calm and still.
When Denise had forgiven me to some extent we went shopping. But she had not forgiven me enough yet so we could go together. Seperate shopping, which is totally fine by me anyway:).
When I was walking through oxford street I felt like something was missing. I could not put my finger on it but suddenly I realised what I was missing. The thing I were missing was the exitment that usually comes when I look for clothes. Or rather the exitment I used to get when I looked for bargains. The kind of female/feminin exitment I used to get when I saw clothes on sale. I distinctly remember how it sometimes could tickle all they way from the bottom of my toes to the tips off my fingers when I rubbed my hands together in exitment of what to come. Searching all the stores, looking at all the prices, comparing them and with disciplin resisting the temptation to buy them straight away.
You searched the market for a while (could be hours, sometimes days) making mental notes in each store, trying to remember each sensation you got from holding that particular pair of jeans or that particular t-shirt. Then you suddenly striked! Going from store to store picking the clothes with the best value. Not necessarily the one you thought looked best. You always weighted the brand (like if it was dolce&gabban), the price, how much sale there was and finally if it looked good. All those things carefully weighted together to make the best possible purchases.
Now the seperate shopping tour is soon to be over. I better get back. Over and out from ett svettigt internetcafe!
WSOPE
Anlände i London runt 15 i torsdags. Åkte in till casionot på kvällen för att fixa med registrering och sådant men det var tydligen något litet strul så jag fick ingen bordsplacering utan var tvungen att återkomma. Sen blev det middag från Burger King som intogs i sängen på hotellet. Vi var trötta.
Fredagen ägnades åt att turista lite med min syrra som guide. Vi var uppe i London Eye (stort pariserhjul) med utsikt över hela London, vilket var coolt i ungefär en kvart. Resterande kvart gick man bara på nålar och ville ut. Vi hann med en promenad till Bukingham Palace också innan vi gav upp att leka turister för denna dag. Jag är egentligen inte så mycket för att turista men när man är i London med en tjej som gillar att turista så har man inte så mycket att säga till om:). På kvällen stack vi till casinot igen för att få allt klart till den stora morgondagen. Inga problem denna gång. Såg dock att jag hade lite otur med lottningen då Ram Waswani, Erik Saghström och Joe Hachem satt vid mitt bord. Dessutom till vänster om mig, tilt. Såg också lite av finalen i omaha där Erik Friberg lyckades fint med en fjärdeplats. Jag snackade lite med honom i pausen och han kändes positiv så jag trodde han skulle vinna ett tag.
Lördagen ägnades åt att floppa set över set och få in det på floppen och busta. Sen var WSOPE över för egen del. Orkar inte skriva så mycket mer om det. Kom aldrig igång med något riktigt spel. Erik Saghström check-höjde rivern för mig i en stor pott där jag hade QQ på ett 8-9-J-9-8 bräde och fick mucka. Tråkigt att man inte ens fick komma in i matchen:(
Det var annars ett kul bord att sitta på då jag mött både Ram och Joe tidigare. Fast på nätet. Ram kände inte igen mig men Joe Hachem gjorde det:). Jag har tagit en del i HU-matcher mot honom och han sa det till mig också. Jag kommer ihåg att han trodde jag fuskade ett tag men han sa ingenting om det nu utan var allmänt trevlig och frågade om jag hade kvar min Ferrari. När han fick veta att jag hade en Lambo så blev han intresserad då han råkade ha en likadan (fast annan färg). Erik sa också hej men jag vet inte om jag lirat mot honom tidigare. Han verkade i alla fall ha spelet på topp till skillnad från Ram och Joe. När jag bustade var han snäll och lånade mig sin mobil att ringa ett samtal med.