Duggs sweated me today, without his own tables up, which was sick cause he had solid input on tons of hands. We found some spots, and also discussed some of my general leaks. Good stuff to think about.
But overall I played extremely solid today and got completely punished for it. Coolered for stacks a couple times, and bad beat in some really disgusting spots.
It all culminated a few minutes ago at 25nl when I opened 66 in the CO and the SB called. The BB 3b on the small side. I flatted because we were a hair over 200bb deep with each other and the SB had 100bb in front of him. SB folded to the 3b and BB and I went HU to the flop.
Flop came T64 two tone, and villain nearly potted it. It was pretty clear he had an overpair. I made a small raise to ensure being able to get the money in. I figured villan was less likely to fold the flop to a raise than any of the other streets, plus JJ and QQ are a little prone to slowing down on this board type when overcards come.
Villain snap-jammed $50 over my $12 bet. I blinked, making sure this was, in fact, real life. Then I called. Villain had QQ, and for a moment my heart soared - yes - I was finally going to win a pot worth winning today.
Then a Q hit the turn and mouth dropped.
I mean literally dropped. The river card hit and I don't even know what it was except that it wasn't the 1 card left in the deck I needed. An almost breakeven session that had a 96% chance of turning into a winner was now a > 2 BI loser.
I don't really know what to do with myself. I'm not mad about it - just shocked. I know that this thinking is poisonous, but it's like no matter what I do I lose. I get it in with 45-95% equity a ton of the time but I lose most all in confrontations.
It's also incredibly demoralizing to deposit. I've not been a massive winner, making tons of withdrawals or anything, but I've also never been that guy depositing over and over. It's the deposits that make me feel the most like a fish, because I just keep reloading money, yet somehow can't ever win...
The sick part is, I actually draw some sense of satisfaction from today's session, because it's the one session where I was really, truly, SURE that I played pretty well, and have evidence that I ran like absolute crap. It's the only session I've walked away in AGES that's made me feel like I'm a winner in the game. Yet simultaneously it's a slap in the face because my account (that I deposited $175 to yesterday) is back under $70 again.
Again, I don't want to bitch to you guys, so I'm sorry because I know that's what it is. But I don't know how to be positive about this when I've been losing for months. I don't know how to persevere when variance
tells me it's not even worth it. I'm not quitting or anything but it sure would feel good to tell poker to go **** itself right about now.
Wait -- I guess I can still do that.
**** you, poker.
And cause I know this post is absolute garbage otherwise, here you go guys:
:congrats: