Day 2 I don’t tilt. I’ve played hundreds of thousand of poker hands, lost hands in every conceivable way, won hands in every conceivable way and have had every donkey on full tilt criticize my play in one way or another.
Today I tilted.
The three of us woke up fairly early and we still had no internet. For some odd reason our router was messing up a bit. So, obviously Lappin and I decided to do the only logical thing - Play some Omaha HU. I started off slow and ended up with a bit of a chip disadvantage. LAPPIN was yapping away his standard sayings:
"God you are so bad!" "You call yourself a pro... you should be ashamed of yourself!" "How can you make that play!"
And then of course, there was the derisive laughter after I folded a hand.
Rounder63 is having a ball witnessing this. He has taken up position behind LAPPIN and is watching every hand go by. I fold, he tells me LAPPIN has 8 high. I bet and get called down by a better hand and its the most hilarious thing in the world.
So I tilt.
As this is going on, I’ve somehow managed to regain a massive chip lead, but as my cards turn to crap and LAPPIN flips his aggression switch I swiftly see my lead crumble. I know I’m playing poorly, I know I’m giving up hands too easily, or am overplaying week hands... But I tilt.
LAPPIN retakes the chip lead and I shove weak as a low stack. Too all our surrounding neighbours it would sound like LAPPIN’s favourite team won whatever the hell the cricket championship is called at that moment. Such whooping and hollering goes on. I steam away and give LAPPIN a legit pound as I got outplayed and bludgeoned into a loss.
10 minutes of pouting and then its all forgotten, time to go feast! We hit two classy restaurants in 3 hours with a pub for a few beers in between. Life is good.
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