Kain8
Flush
Incoming venting!
"Everyone gets the same distribution of cards in the long run!" or "The next session will be better!" I've been telling myself quite often lately on drives home from a game. I'm still in the green this year, thanks to mixed games we occasionally play at my buddy's house, but therein lies the issue. When it comes to NLH, I've felt I've been given a rubber ducky to squeak on the sidelines while everyone else has lightsabers, bazookas, or sharks with frickin' laser beams attached to their heads.
Over the course of the last few months I've had the equivalent of rigor mortis when it comes to starting hands. In both a few home cash games and a poker tourney league I attend, I am just suffering from preflop folding exhaustion. And I'm not talking about playing subpar holdings and losing a bunch of chips with them. I get one playable a hand an hour, IF THAT. I've tried to cope with this sheer ridiculousness with laughing to myself (or sometimes aloud) after getting an offsuit 2 through 5 with a paint card for the fourth hand in a row.
But I can only maintain that nonchalant attitude towards receiving those kind of cards for so long. It gets to the point where a flipping or looks like a gift from the heavens itself. But those almost always get tossed into the muck just as fast as I receive them. When I've really had enough, I've just racked up in the cash games and drive home, wondering how in the world can one person be this card dead for this long?
For the league, I've just folded my way to a middling non-cash finish the last time we played before finally going bust with a masterpiece . I swear, that hand looked as good as The Sistine Chapel when I saw it.
Comments, commiseration, or any feedback to break out of this funk are appreciated.
"Everyone gets the same distribution of cards in the long run!" or "The next session will be better!" I've been telling myself quite often lately on drives home from a game. I'm still in the green this year, thanks to mixed games we occasionally play at my buddy's house, but therein lies the issue. When it comes to NLH, I've felt I've been given a rubber ducky to squeak on the sidelines while everyone else has lightsabers, bazookas, or sharks with frickin' laser beams attached to their heads.
Over the course of the last few months I've had the equivalent of rigor mortis when it comes to starting hands. In both a few home cash games and a poker tourney league I attend, I am just suffering from preflop folding exhaustion. And I'm not talking about playing subpar holdings and losing a bunch of chips with them. I get one playable a hand an hour, IF THAT. I've tried to cope with this sheer ridiculousness with laughing to myself (or sometimes aloud) after getting an offsuit 2 through 5 with a paint card for the fourth hand in a row.
But I can only maintain that nonchalant attitude towards receiving those kind of cards for so long. It gets to the point where a flipping or looks like a gift from the heavens itself. But those almost always get tossed into the muck just as fast as I receive them. When I've really had enough, I've just racked up in the cash games and drive home, wondering how in the world can one person be this card dead for this long?
For the league, I've just folded my way to a middling non-cash finish the last time we played before finally going bust with a masterpiece . I swear, that hand looked as good as The Sistine Chapel when I saw it.
Comments, commiseration, or any feedback to break out of this funk are appreciated.