Friday, June 09, 2006

Quicky or Shorty the Pimp

I played this morn for 1 1/2 hrs after getting off of work. I did alright for the time I played. I can handle this up and down that I've got going on lately. That up every day for a week and then down every day the next was killing me. The poker high was great but that poker depression was a bitch. Later.

Online Bankroll
+16.40
Total $2277.93

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

Those short sessions can be a bitch. Comparatively big swings are more likely because you just don't get to see enough hands before you pack up and leave. In one way, you are skewing your stats by comparing the short session side by side with to a full session result.

Also, I don't know about you, but if I know that I'm only in for a short session, I sometimes find myself playing harder and looser than usual. This carries pros (like learning how to play outside my usual comfort zone) and cons (like I'm playing outside my usual comfort and skill zone). lol. Again it adds to the swings, but it can be a fun way of blowing off some steam.

One thing that might help though...

Continue with your detailed record keeping. In addition though, begin summarising your weekly gains/losses. You'll smooth the p&l curve and produce a clean and simple long-term progress chart.

ashmc2 said...

Great comments and insight as always. I like the weekly stat idea also. Just jokin' about the Brit thing. LOL. I know you know I'm just ribbin' ya.

Between the support and helpful tips from you and alex, I'll have to repay the favor some day when I make it big. Maybe come out to England and take you two to a pub and have a party. LOL.

Later.

ashmc2 said...

Oh ya, I almost forgot. I'll also show both of you how to play soccer the American way. LOL.

Anonymous said...

The practice of... 'getting you a beer in' is an age old custom.

Whilst some cultures may litter their relationships with empty sentiments like 'I owe you one', we in England grease the wheels of gratitude by buying each other beer. Indeed, for many hundreds of years the standard currency for repayment of favours has been 'pints of beer'.

If a traveller wishes to ingratiate himself with the locals he can elect partake in the ritual of 'getting a round in'. Only on the rarest of occassions has this technique ever failed to inspire trust and friendship . The last recorded incident of failure involved - unsurprisingly - a Frenchman who was unable to adapt to his new surroundings. To wit, wine is not an acceptable substitute for beer.

Anonymous said...

I look forward to the soccer [sic] lesson. :o

One thing I'd better not forget to bring to the park though... a big-ass pair of clown shoes. Let's make sure that I can connect with the ball just like your MLS Hall Of Famers. LOL

BTW, leave your catchers mitt, body armour, helmets and face-paint at home. There's no point in paying the excess luggage charge... we'll just wrap you from head-to-toe in bubble-wrap and tell the kids to be gentle with you. LOL

ashmc2 said...

LMAO Penn

The face paint makes me think of Wallace. And we all know how that turned out, though I don't know if he was much of a ball-player in that kilt.

BTW, thanks for the lesson in Ye Olde English.

I have no issues with sharing the beer tab. Later and cheers.

Anonymous said...

You planning to join us for the after-tourney ring game tonight?

ashmc2 said...

No, Shush, I'm at work tonight, all f'ing night till 7am eastern. But next week I'll be on days and I'll stay up, win the Sat Tourney for starters, then we'll all laugh about it at the after-tourney game. *wink*

Anonymous said...

Bahhh, the weekly game bit the big one this week.

Congratulations to MarkGreb, he slipped effortlessly into top spot again.

The following is s true bad-beat story. I've not changed the names to protect the underdog.

Only maybe the fifth hand of the game, but yet again I manage to get Mr Grebonkey to commit all his chips to a pre-flop pot. For the 2nd week running I had him right where I wanted him. On this occassion my pocket aces are dominating his KK. My Aces don't improve, but as usual the hay muncher trips-up on the river.

A couple of hands later, Grebs pocket sevens turn trips on the flop and we say bye-bye to the owner of our 2nd pair of shattered Aces.

ashmc2 said...

Holy - ouch!!

Anonymous said...

Dude is no sucker, but he's been living a charmed life. :o