I never really intended for my blog to die. It just sort of did....I always promised myself I would never write if it felt like work, and for the last few months simply everything has really felt like work. At least that's the best way to describe it. Lots of hilarious stuff has happened that has made me say to myself "self, you should blog about that" but I've just never gotten around to it. Here then is a long winded and rambling and maybe entertaining update on my life, starting at...the end.
Friday night I somehow ended up playing 1/2 at commerce for 4.5 hours. I got beat up pretty good (I lost about 40 bets), which was pretty disheartening but I mean whatever....I was in a great game (not a good texture for me but still a great game) in the best seat (I just kind of stole it once Kimbo Slice left and as an aside I think I'm going to Vegas to watch the final table cause I mean NEWWWWWWHOOOOOOUSSSSEEEEEEE is gonna get it done) and whatever. Then my night started to get bad. The whale went to the 2/4 game (yes there was a 2/4 going as well) and I tried to hold the game together for a bit, even playing 4 handed with juice, barry greinstein and a pretty big fish, but when the fish busted and a few 2/4 players came down I just left. So it's almost 1am and I walk outside and it's pouring down rain. For those of you who live in the regular world you don't understand that here in the zero-th world that is the SoCal bubble this is literally a 1/1000 event. OK, fine, 40 mile drive at 1am in the rain. Fine, I can handle this. Shit, I need gas. OK, I got this, arco is right over there fine....what the fuck the pump doesn't work? I entered the wrong number OK fine I drive over to the other one and as I'm putting in the gas I cannot ignore the hissing sound coming from my tire. Yes I ran over a nail/screw of some sort. So at 1:30 in the morning with 5k in my car (in fairness it could have been 20) I'm changing a tire at an Arco pump (for the first time in my life...seriously I've never done it before). I figured it out, drove home without incident on the donut, but what the fuck....stay hot kid.
Moving back slightly...I've played a good bit of poker this year (the LHE stats say 473 hours) and won pretty handily (667 bets, about 17k). Obviously there are a few commerce 1/2 sessions I wish I could have back, but generally speaking I've just been running like god in the yellow chip games (put in a lot of hours at the Bike, Hustler, and even HG since I finally realized it is 20 minutes closer and if I'm only playing for 3 or 4 hours it really does make sense). It's weird...on the one hand the money really no longer matters, but for a while I found that losses were hurting me even more. I think I have that fixed tho, since the commerce 1/2 session didn't bother me at all. The advantages of playing part time are simply amazing, and combining them with my generally ruthless mentality of trying to get all the money (for example I still seat change...I know lots of part time hobbyists who simply won't bother) has turned me into a fantastic yellow chip bully. I quit when the game isn't worth it (I don't push for hours), I quit when I'm not having fun, and since I'm single now I can stay for long sessions when the game is amazing and I'm enjoying myself. My focus is better since I play like 1/4th as much, and in general it's just...better. Plus I haven't really been bothering to sit in the commerce 40, which is always good for your mental health. Admittedly of late I've had a hard time sitting in games without a good friend, but that has been an issue for me since day 1 at Bay 101 when I'd intentionally table change to Pete's table. even though I knew it was costing me $10/hour.
What else? I've closed on a duplex in PA and my dad and I are doing some cosmetic work on one unit and renting it out. The big potato and I have formed an LLC and are going to buy 2 or 3 more small properties together....by next summer I should have a nice little rental income stream going (most of which will go back into buying more rentals). Having a job has made this possible, since nobody would ever loan me money as a professional poker player. So that's good.
I still miss Danielle, like a lot, but that is what it is. No sane person has told me it would be possible to get over an 11 year relationship in less than 1, so really have another 6 months before I should start being concerned. It is getting easier, that's for sure. There are things I really miss, and things that I realize were just preposterous. What I really miss is the safety and comfort of a relationship, the sense of belonging. I've always felt like an alien here in SoCal, and living alone at the beach hasn't really gone very far to ameliorate that. But I press onward.
The gym has gone fantastically. I have attempted lifting weights before in my life (several times), but never this seriously. I've gained (get this) 27 pounds since the bottom of the weight loss bet I foolishly entered and weighed in for sometime in July. Twenty. Seven. 154 to to 181. Some of that is water weight (ok actually a lot) but even with rounding error I've put on 15 pounds in 3 months or so, and I think I'm carrying it pretty well. I've changed my diet a ton, avoiding carbs like the plague, and I am actually taking creatine (the science behind that stuff is actually pretty good....it donates phosphate groups back to your depleted adp (adenozine (sp?) di-phosphate) to turn them back into atp (tri-phosphate) which is what your cells use for, you know, energy) and have protein powder that I use regularly. I've added 30 pounds to my bench press sets (three sets of eight at 125 when I started has turned into three sets of eight at 155 now) and have made similar gains across the board. I have a crazy cross fit friend who has advised me to switch away from all machines and use exclusively free weights (or cable machines), which I'm starting today. I also have been swimming a few times a week, right a stationary bike, and have actually run on the beach about once a week the last three weeks. So yeah, fitness is definitely a win.
I'm playing 40/80 and blah blah blah a huge hand happens with POS Andy driving the action. 5 ways capped on the preflop, 4 or 5 ways three bets on the flop, he fires the turn gets some calls and the river happens and the board is something like
J9347 or something I don't actually know. The river is a pretty straightening card is the point. He bets and this guy on my left just raises him in rhythm and it gets back to him and he goes into the tank for a long time like he always does here and eventually the guy starts chirping and shows him...a nine. That's right, just a card for one pair it's like "hmmm that's weird" and eventually andy folds two queens face up and the guy shows....98 for one pair stone cold bluff in a $2000 40/80 pot. It was fucking beautiful..