Bad Medicine

This is not a happy post, I'm not in a good mood, I'll do my best to stop it turning into a vent though. Sunday's warm up was a pretty short lived, dirty affair which saw a few small pots in the first hour get me chipped up slightly above the starting amount. I then had to fold JJ to a reraise and allin which turned out to be a good fold against QQ & AK. Sometime after that I had JJ again and called a medium stacks late position all in, he had 89sooted, and a QT7 flop meant I didn't want to see the Jack which hit the turn and cut my stack by a third. Getting short stacked after an hour and half I pushed 77 into 66 and was busted when the 6's flopped trips. Pretty messy I must say.

In the bloggerment things were slightly different, some people are finally calling my raises because they think I'm a donkey, which I am strangely pleased about. I didn't make the final table though, mostly because my KK ran into AA when I was largely stacked and then I got overexcited with the Hammer 3 times but it couldn't make it hold up. I could have won it if I'd been more sensible, but bloggerments arent exactly about playing perfect poker and as a consolation prize I took the 2 bounties down which gave me more prize money than a second place finish would have :o)

Betfair continues to be touch and go. For such a small community of players there are a large number of big-bet fish, however I'm not sure I have the mental toughness to deal with these players at the moment. I used to be focussed enough to stay balanced during fish exchanges but lately I can feel the emotional stuff build up inside me while I'm watching them play. Not good. Not +EV at all. I'm sure the Zen will return when I stop looking so hard for it, I just need to be a little bit more patient and let the game return to me.

It must be the new moon and lack of sleep last night that's put me on this emotional downswing. Hopefully a good nights sleep tonight will put everything back in balance.