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Dear that_pope,

you are a ****ing moron
betting kk into trup qq

A brief dip back into the blog for a request.
My poker is good. I'm winning. The bankroll is going north.
Here's my graph for Full Tilt for SnG's. A lot of the games are super-turbos, but my standard sit and go ROI is above 10% (it's over 20% for the $6.50 turbs)

I've worked tirelessly on my game, and right now I think I'm playing the best I've ever played. I keep finding small holes in my game, and every time they are filled, I become that bit more confident.

My bankroll, after starting on January 1st with $200 is up to $950 again (despite withdrawing $500 a couple of months ago).

So what's the problem???

I have a fear of losing.
I would play a lot more than I play now, but the thought of playing actually makes me nervous. Instead of thinking, hey, if I play 100 SnG's today I should make so much, I'm more inclined to think, "what if it all goes horribly wrong and I lose $xx???".

So here's what is happening.

1. I have a good session.
I'll think, fantastic, maybe play for a little longer, but not want to risk my decent day.

2. I have a bad session.
I'll think, shit, I won't play any more today, as I don't want to get myself into a hole.

Both mindsets which are pretty crap.
And both mindsets that seriously affect the one thing that is stopping me making a nice mint at this game - volume.

How do I find the mindset/motivation to seriously up the volume??
Any advice welcome.

I've decided to give this blog a rest for a while..maybe for ever.
I just don't have any incentive to write about poker any more. I used to use it as a vehicle to vent my frustrations but the bad beats don't seem to hurt as much anymore.
I'm still playing, more than ever in fact, and I'm playing better than ever, but having no interest whatsover in the "big" poker names or the WSOP, it makes poker blogging difficult.

Not gonna delete this blog, because if anything major happens, I'll probably post here, but I don't think there'll be regular updates anytime soon.

I do enjoy and use twitter regularly, and you can find me on there (link on left hand side).

Have tried my hand at some super turbos again. I've been playing the $2.15 games, and have played 183 in the last three days or so.
They are pretty straightforward, and a good ICM trainer, and I've been going pretty well, and it looks like there is money to be made at them, as long as you put in the volume.
Annoyingly, according to HEM, I should be around 18 buy-ins up over the 183 games, but find myself down by three - but I do feel encouraged, because a 10% ROI at these games is very good, and if I can keep up to that level, the long term looks good.
I'm looking at having 200 buy-ins for these, so I need to reach $1060 before I move up to the $5.30 games (my roll is currently $720.)

Strangely, my good hands seem to be holding at these games, but I can't seem to win a flip, and I honestly can't remember more than two or three occasions where I have won a hand when behind (and you have a whole load of 40/60 type hands in these super turbs).

The worst standard $6.50 turbo ever????

Only 28 hands of it here (until I go out), but it is horrendous....
Especially the bubble hand.

Copy of an e-mail I received today :

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So, I've signed up for the London Marathon. I guess I was a bit naive because I thought I could do the twenty-six miles in my car, but apparently you have to run it. Which is a bit of a bugger really, because I don't run. I've never run. The last time I ran was when I was fourteen, when the 231 bus from one end of Edmonton to the other was departing without me on it.
So, I've got about eleven and a half months to get myself marathon ready. In that time I have to lose around a stone (maybe a stone and a half), and be able to run the length of my living room around eighty billion times. I've managed it four times so far.

So here is my fitness program :

1) Poker on the move.
When playing poker from now, play whilst running around the room. As I am running I will be holding a yoyo, and when it is my turn to act, fire the yoyo at either the keyboard or the mouse. This will take some practice, as raising two-thirds of a pot with a flying yoyo might prove difficult at first, but given time, I'll become an expert.

2) Diet Improvement.
Cut down my Pot Noodle intake to just seven a week. Drink more water - although can probably get around this by drinking eighteen cups of tea a day. Only have one naan bread and nine poppadums when I go for an Indian.

3) Running.
I shall slowly increase the amount of running I do over the next eleven months. Tomorrow I will start with a three-metre run and steadily increase over time. My target by Christmas is to make it to the postbox, which with dedication is surely achievable (unless it is snowing, and then I'll switch my target to running on the spot until I finish singing the National Anthem).

4) Ice baths.
Apparently ice baths are good for athletes, so I'll be going to Ikea this weekend to buy one. Wonder how you stop them from melting though???

5) Massages.
These are very important for marathon runners, so I have booked a weekly session. Only £70 a go, which I felt was very reasonable when I phoned up and booked it. Strangely they asked if I wanted a blonde or brunette masseur, which I was confused about as surely it doesn't matter. They also asked me if I wanted extras, so I asked them if I could have the use of their towels.

So, there we are - marathon here I come!!

I enjoyed this STT - especially the overshove at the end of the last hand,followed by an insta-call. Works every time against donks.

(Might have made an error on hand 50, when I call a shove with A9. Although it worked out well, sit'n'go wiz is telling me it was a bit loose, and it probably was, especially with the other guy being a donk)

Monday 17th May 2010

15:40pm

A 9 man turbo tournament starts on Full Tilt. One of the players is very good. He’s called “cloud71”. One of the players is OK. Six of the players think they are good. And one player has shit for brains. A normal make-up for a sit and go.

Around 30 hands in, and Cloud71 has ten big blinds in the small blind, and the big blind is tight. Real tight. If it is folded to Cloud71 he is shoving. Any two cards. Even if the cards are three and four.

The cards are three and four.

Cloud71 shoves, and to his horror, tighty calls. He must have a hand. He has AQ.
“Thwuck” Cloud71 says. He meant to say “Fuck” but he was eating a digestive biscuit.

The villain, with an air of satisfaction, looks forward to doubling up. “What is with these people who push with three four?” he is thinking. “It just doesn’t compute. It is highly illogical. If this hand holds, I will cash and buy myself a new mouse mat” the villain thinks delightedly.

“Thwuck” said the villain when a three appears on the turn. He meant to say “Fuck” but he was eating a cress sandwich.

Cloud71 is now the dominant stack. “I am the dominant stack” he proclaims to no-one. And he plays the dominant stack all the way into the money.

Three left.
Cloud71, Decent Reg and Shit for Brains.

Decent Reg is on auto-pilot. Cloud71is not sure he actually exists. He might be a waif or a sprite, who has somehow infiltrated earth, and decided against living in the woods in a mushroom and tried his hand at multi-tabling single table tournaments on Full Tilt instead, after deciding that with rakeback it was probably worth it.

Shit for Brains has been doing some poker learning. He has been reading a book. “Topsy and Tim : The Ownage Years”. And he knows all about fold equity. Which is the reason that now he has cashed he is going all-in every hand.

Cloud71 is becoming slightly frustrated. Slightly vexed. He can’t call shit for brains. And every time he wants to shove on Decent Reg, the dots on his cards number less than seven.

However, there is a light. A shining beacon of hope. Decent Reg has the shortest stack, and Cloud71 finds himself with an Ace and an eight. And for once, shit for brains has clicked the fold button (the fold button was so pleased, for once he felt wanted).

Decent Reg was in a spot. He has an Ace as well. But with a three. He knows he has to call, but he wavers. “That Cloud71 guy is pretty decent, and he knows I am tight, so he could be shoving pretty much any two here. But he knows I know that, so he might be double bluffing. And I know that he knows that I know that, so he might be on a deep seated treble bluff”.

Decent Reg hits shove after he confuses himself so much he begins to think he is the lead singer of New Kids on the Block (and we all know that New Kids on the Block didn’t actually have a lead singer, so he really was confused).

Ace Eight against Ace Three.
Shouts of “three!!” and “no three!!” echo around Europe, Asia and and a petrol station in Arkansas.
Cloud71 lowers his head. A nearly fatal blow. A three. Alas.

Decent Reg is satisfied. “I deserved that. Although I was behind I was ahead of his range” he thinks. Cloud71 reads Decent Reg’s mind. “Twat” he thinks.

Cloud71 pushes his next hand. And shit for brains calls with his random two non-picture cards and sucks out.
“Thwuck” says Cloud71. He meant to say “Fuck” but he was eating a Turkish Delight.

So I've got a pair of Queens. I'm deep in a $215 Pokerstars Spring Championship of Online Poker event. A $215 buy-in. My joint biggest ever buy-in. I've been playing for over five hours, but still a good hour until we hit the cash. This is my chance. My chance for glory. My chance to feed my children something other than dry bread. My chance to become rich and marry Kylie Minogue. My chance to hire someone to make my porridge in the morning.

Superstardom awaits.....

Move over Phil Ivey.
Move over Liv Boeree.
Move over David Beckham.
Move over Lady Gaga.
Move over William Shatner.
Your time is past. It's the age of the Cloud.
Who you say??
"The Cloud" I say.
What you say??
"The Cloud" I say.
"What the fuck are you on about?" you say.
"The Cloud. That's my poker name. And I rather like it."
"The Cloud. Where did you get that from?"
"There was a red indian called the Cloud."
"So, you're a red indian?"
"No."
"You think you're a red indian?"
"No."
"But you have a red indian as your avatar?"
"Yes"
"But you're from Hertfordshire. England. You have nothing whatsoever to do with a red indian."
"I like red indians. And cowboys."
"So.. You've got some kind of cowboy/indian fetish going on?"
"No"
"So why are are you wearing that headdress?"

The Queens go in...
One caller...
A pair of Aces.
Luck My Fife.
Luck My Fife.
Luck my Fife.