My poker hiatus finally over, I was back in business today. ‘Twas not a good day.
For years, I have read on poker forums about how insane online poker Sundays are. However, I never really experienced it for myself. During football season I abstain completely, and from Feburary through August I pick out a few tournaments each Sunday and concentrate on those.
Today I decided to treat my Sunday the way real online multitable grinders do: I fired up all of the good ones and went to work. Ugh, I wish I hadn’t. I took the collar. Yes, 0-fer the entire day. Although the dent in my bankroll was small, it made me supremely annoyed. It’s a very unpleasant feeling to play so many of these freakin’ things without so much as a sniff of the money.
I know I am especially upset about today’s whiffage because I just shaved. This is a strange quirk of mine: when I am really pissed off, I shave. Not when my facial hair has grown to a certain length, not when I have a formal event to attend, not Tuesdays Thursdays and alternate Saturdays. The schedule doesn’t work that way. I shave when I’m pissed off. Something about a long hapless day of online poker makes my skin crawl, it makes me physically uncomfortable. You see, I spend 99% of my life blissfully unaware of what I look like and of how my skin feels. The other 1% of the time is when I’m very frustrated: Under those conditions I suddenly cannot stand the whiskers on my face and must remove them at once. I want to tear my hair out, except it’s the hair on my face. I do feel a bit better once I’ve shaved. So if you see me walking around without even a hint of facial growth, feel sorry for me. It means that some jackass has cracked my pocket aces with 10-8 offsuit in the past couple of hours.
Next up for me is a long trip to Las Vegas, which will include a welcome return to brick & mortar poker. The Deep Stack Extravaganza at the Venetian and the Wynn Poker Classic. This clean shaven online donk wants revenge.