Session 2: The Fish
In stark contrast to how well I ran on my first session (despite myself), this session was placed before me to remind me that I am not God’s gift to poker, and that I had a lot of work to do before...
View ArticleSession 3: The Mouse
This session was a continuation of session 2. I was so gun shy from my last mistakes that I was unwilling to bet for value or to make a real stand of any kind. Additionally my mindset was not focused...
View ArticleSession 4: The Blog
I knew before I went back to the casino that I was going to have to rethink what I was doing. My father, who passed away two years ago, used to say something to me as a child that I thought was...
View ArticleSession 5: The Good Read, the Bad Bet, and the Ugly Hand
Apparently making poker decisions is harder than recognizing that you need to make them. I started this session with a bang when my first hand, pocket 5s hit a set and got me a caller until the river...
View ArticleSession 6: The Pisces
Despite session 5′s losses, session 4 showed me that if I could be disciplined enough with the proper focus, I could make the correct decisions and stop some major gaps in my game. So I entered the...
View ArticleSession 7: The Pucker Factor
Session 7 started off pretty well. I was still riding the “self kudos” from the last session and I was hopeful and even expecting to win. Within 2 hours I was up $150 and feeling good. However at this...
View ArticleSession 8: The Great Call
My self confidence had returned. I was primed and ready to get my money in the middle. Early on in the evening I noticed a player who had about $600 in front of him. He was playing almost every hand...
View ArticleThe Scenery has Changed
A lot has happened since my last experiment and where I am now. When I wrote before, I was in the central Illinois area. I started community college and didn’t have time to play poker, blog about it,...
View ArticleGrand Opening
Session one of my grand Las Vegas experiment was a mix of excitement, pucker, and then eventually dry, low-level suck. The poker table I was seated at had one very belligerent, loose-aggressive player...
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Learning to Dance (Again)
I hate pucker. I don’t mind playing tight, but I hate playing scared. When I think back to my old way of playing poker (I haven’t played seriously in about a year), I “remember” that I used to be...
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