It has become harder to play right now because my mind has changed. Once again I am focusing on other hobbies such as writing and drawing leaving Poker at the sidelines. Nine tabling has not been very profitable for me and the only reason it became so was because of the sign up bonus it came along with. This of course was always part of the plan but I had hoped that my ROI (Return on Investment) would have increased by now. I did however come 8th out 3500 in my first tournament for a while; Leaving with $40 minus the $1 entry fee. Top prize was $500 however and even the next two places were $75 and $140. I missed out a nice amount of money but it’s to be expected to happen from time to time... or usually... or ...most times.
Rage was always a problem for me when playing poker but playing nine tables at a time has taking all the emotion away and instilled a robotic voice in my head. In the past I’d only play one or two tables at a time and it would really get to me when I lost two, three or four in a row. It would extend the loss to last for the maximum time. In contrast to now when I feel as if I’ve become a bit too blasé about risking it all, with the idea of push/fold equity gone overboard in my brain; pushing with hands that I never would of in the past. Back then I’d care if I got knocked out, but now I’m just left wondering why it matters when I have eight other tables going and I’m bound to cash in someof them. Three is the minimum to make my money back and that usually happens. I feel as though some of the magic was taken away, I always enjoyed played the game and now it’s become something else to maximise profit, which I suppose was always the goal. I’ve got no doubt I’ll get into the game once more but for now I seem to have calmed down and lost my passion, the sad thing is that I think it’s what I’ve wanted all along to become a better player. It’s like anything in life, if you want to be good at it you have to do it over and over and over again until it takes any sort of enjoyment out of it and you’d rather do anything else than that.
Rage was always a problem for me when playing poker but playing nine tables at a time has taking all the emotion away and instilled a robotic voice in my head. In the past I’d only play one or two tables at a time and it would really get to me when I lost two, three or four in a row. It would extend the loss to last for the maximum time. In contrast to now when I feel as if I’ve become a bit too blasé about risking it all, with the idea of push/fold equity gone overboard in my brain; pushing with hands that I never would of in the past. Back then I’d care if I got knocked out, but now I’m just left wondering why it matters when I have eight other tables going and I’m bound to cash in someof them. Three is the minimum to make my money back and that usually happens. I feel as though some of the magic was taken away, I always enjoyed played the game and now it’s become something else to maximise profit, which I suppose was always the goal. I’ve got no doubt I’ll get into the game once more but for now I seem to have calmed down and lost my passion, the sad thing is that I think it’s what I’ve wanted all along to become a better player. It’s like anything in life, if you want to be good at it you have to do it over and over and over again until it takes any sort of enjoyment out of it and you’d rather do anything else than that.
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