05-08-2002, 05:37 AM
So I've been thinking... a lot.
Let me digress. I am (used to be) GummyWorm. Once upon a time, many moons ago, I posted here. Vince responded to one of my posts, and said that it was the first of my posts he had read, because of my name. Shallow or not, I realized that a name means something...so I changed my posting name to that of my real name, sorta. GummyWorm is a worthless name. Yeah, it has some historical significance, but man, GummyWorm was a losing poker player. It's not good to be littering this forum with tales of loss, and that's what GummyWorm was doing.
So I took some time off. Really, I did. Sorta.
See, a bunch of friends started playing online, so I decided to take a stab. Mostly, I was playing in tournies on Paradise. Let me tell you, there is oodles of money to be made there. Heck, if I can (and, yes, I can), then anybody can.
And I was doing a little reading. When last we spoke, I vowed to get through HPFAP. I'm trying, really I am. But it's a slow process. I'm still reading it, and someday I may even finish it. But not yet.
Then something funny happened. I was at work today, and man, I just got the bug. You know the one...the one that says "Go play some cards". And who am I to argue with the bug? So I went.
Of course, I didn't really have any money on me, so I swing by the ATM, pull out $300, head up to Commerce, and get in a 9-18 game. Yeah, I'm shortstacked. So I'll just play really tight.
I know most of the players in my game, which is good. I doubt many of them know me, since they haven't seen me recently, and many of them don't care a lick about their opponents, they only care about their 2 cards.
The first hand I play I have 44 in the SB. Two limpers, a very loose raiser raises, I call, BB calls, 5 see flop of J 5 4, two clubs. I checkraise the turn (the bettor was not the preflop raiser, so I got him trapped in there), and viola, I'm up about 160. Cool beans.
And I immediately started questioning myself...."Josh, it was only 5 handed, and you basically coldcalled a raise w/ a small pocket pair out of position". "Josh, you know to never slowplay bottom set, and you waited until the turn to raise". "Josh, are you sure you are ready for this?"
I got up and walked around, made a phone call or two, then sat back down.
I get QTo in the BB, and there are 3 limpers. Flop comes Q88, two spades. I bet, and a player in early position calls, though it looks like he wants to raise. He used to be fairly tight, and I fear the worst. All others fold.
Turn is a 3, check, check. River is the 2s. I check, he checks. He has Q5c, I win. Hmmm, I swear he used to be tight.
And I thought to myself "Well done...you didn't push a weak hand out of position". But then I thought about the fruitplate left out there on the turn.
I got up again, took a deep breath or four, and sat back down. I don't know what happened then.
Loose raiser raises, first in in middle position. I call in the BB w/ AJo. heads up. Flop comes all rags, turn is Kc, putting two clubs up there. I check, he bets, and I call without hesitation. River is a blank, check check. He shows QTc, and I win. It just felt right. But again, I questioned myself "Josh, why did you call the turn...you coulda been drawing dead, and there was no money in the pot".
Then, I'm threebetting an openended straight on the flop 3handed, with no backdoor draw. That's gotta be a sin, right?
So many questions, so much uncertainty. Then I lose KK when I flop a set.
Then I raise 3 limpers w/ QQ on the button. FLop comes AT4, rainbow. Checked to me, and I check. I know, many will advocate betting here, but I figured that there wasn't much of a chance of any card really scaring me on the turn.
Turn is a Jh, putting two hearts out there. Checked to me, I bet, two call (obviously gutshots w/ a pair, maybe one has a H draw), and I get checkraised by a tricky player whom respects me greatly. I fold, feeling he has AJ at the very least. We know each other very well.
Well, he had AK (why'd he limp? it was sooted, and a very loose table, so I guess he prescribes to the Mike Caro school of thought), river a Q, and he had to chop w/ KTo.
I don't think I misplayed it, but all of the sudden, I'm only up $50. I then win a huge pot w/ AA in the BB capped 5 ways preflop. Two hands later, I have AA on the button, win another decent pot. THen I lose a huge pot w/ AKh.
But all in all, I'm doing well, and slowly the questions fade from my brain.
And I cashed out shortly thereafter, an $800 winner. Nice little day, I thought.
Then I was driving home. I was thinking about my thoughts. And it donned on me. So much of my previous troubles were from thinking too much. I was trying to calculate pot odds on the spot, trying to remember specific instances of players doing such and such, trying to think about how every move affected my image.
But here's the thing, and there's really no getting around this....the 9-18 at Commerce is soft. If you have a mind for the game, and you just play, you will win. You don't need to outthink anybody. You don't need to outplay a soul. You can put it on autopilot, and succeed.
I need to quit thinking again. Months ago, when I was having success, I wasn't thinking, I was just playing, just going with what I know works. I didn't question myself. I didn't try to outsmart doorstops. I didn't work at it, it just came naturally. And it felt great.
And for a few hours this afternoon, I felt the soothing calmness of what poker is. I felt it for the first time in 6 or 7 months.
And let me tell you, I missed it. I missed not being at the April 26th conference. I missed not posting on these forums. I missed not being able to shuffle chips. I missed it. For the last few months, it wasn't as much fun as it should have been.
But for a brief window this afternoon, it was again. It was awesome. It is awesome. It will be awesome again.
And I'm thankful.
Josh W.
Let me digress. I am (used to be) GummyWorm. Once upon a time, many moons ago, I posted here. Vince responded to one of my posts, and said that it was the first of my posts he had read, because of my name. Shallow or not, I realized that a name means something...so I changed my posting name to that of my real name, sorta. GummyWorm is a worthless name. Yeah, it has some historical significance, but man, GummyWorm was a losing poker player. It's not good to be littering this forum with tales of loss, and that's what GummyWorm was doing.
So I took some time off. Really, I did. Sorta.
See, a bunch of friends started playing online, so I decided to take a stab. Mostly, I was playing in tournies on Paradise. Let me tell you, there is oodles of money to be made there. Heck, if I can (and, yes, I can), then anybody can.
And I was doing a little reading. When last we spoke, I vowed to get through HPFAP. I'm trying, really I am. But it's a slow process. I'm still reading it, and someday I may even finish it. But not yet.
Then something funny happened. I was at work today, and man, I just got the bug. You know the one...the one that says "Go play some cards". And who am I to argue with the bug? So I went.
Of course, I didn't really have any money on me, so I swing by the ATM, pull out $300, head up to Commerce, and get in a 9-18 game. Yeah, I'm shortstacked. So I'll just play really tight.
I know most of the players in my game, which is good. I doubt many of them know me, since they haven't seen me recently, and many of them don't care a lick about their opponents, they only care about their 2 cards.
The first hand I play I have 44 in the SB. Two limpers, a very loose raiser raises, I call, BB calls, 5 see flop of J 5 4, two clubs. I checkraise the turn (the bettor was not the preflop raiser, so I got him trapped in there), and viola, I'm up about 160. Cool beans.
And I immediately started questioning myself...."Josh, it was only 5 handed, and you basically coldcalled a raise w/ a small pocket pair out of position". "Josh, you know to never slowplay bottom set, and you waited until the turn to raise". "Josh, are you sure you are ready for this?"
I got up and walked around, made a phone call or two, then sat back down.
I get QTo in the BB, and there are 3 limpers. Flop comes Q88, two spades. I bet, and a player in early position calls, though it looks like he wants to raise. He used to be fairly tight, and I fear the worst. All others fold.
Turn is a 3, check, check. River is the 2s. I check, he checks. He has Q5c, I win. Hmmm, I swear he used to be tight.
And I thought to myself "Well done...you didn't push a weak hand out of position". But then I thought about the fruitplate left out there on the turn.
I got up again, took a deep breath or four, and sat back down. I don't know what happened then.
Loose raiser raises, first in in middle position. I call in the BB w/ AJo. heads up. Flop comes all rags, turn is Kc, putting two clubs up there. I check, he bets, and I call without hesitation. River is a blank, check check. He shows QTc, and I win. It just felt right. But again, I questioned myself "Josh, why did you call the turn...you coulda been drawing dead, and there was no money in the pot".
Then, I'm threebetting an openended straight on the flop 3handed, with no backdoor draw. That's gotta be a sin, right?
So many questions, so much uncertainty. Then I lose KK when I flop a set.
Then I raise 3 limpers w/ QQ on the button. FLop comes AT4, rainbow. Checked to me, and I check. I know, many will advocate betting here, but I figured that there wasn't much of a chance of any card really scaring me on the turn.
Turn is a Jh, putting two hearts out there. Checked to me, I bet, two call (obviously gutshots w/ a pair, maybe one has a H draw), and I get checkraised by a tricky player whom respects me greatly. I fold, feeling he has AJ at the very least. We know each other very well.
Well, he had AK (why'd he limp? it was sooted, and a very loose table, so I guess he prescribes to the Mike Caro school of thought), river a Q, and he had to chop w/ KTo.
I don't think I misplayed it, but all of the sudden, I'm only up $50. I then win a huge pot w/ AA in the BB capped 5 ways preflop. Two hands later, I have AA on the button, win another decent pot. THen I lose a huge pot w/ AKh.
But all in all, I'm doing well, and slowly the questions fade from my brain.
And I cashed out shortly thereafter, an $800 winner. Nice little day, I thought.
Then I was driving home. I was thinking about my thoughts. And it donned on me. So much of my previous troubles were from thinking too much. I was trying to calculate pot odds on the spot, trying to remember specific instances of players doing such and such, trying to think about how every move affected my image.
But here's the thing, and there's really no getting around this....the 9-18 at Commerce is soft. If you have a mind for the game, and you just play, you will win. You don't need to outthink anybody. You don't need to outplay a soul. You can put it on autopilot, and succeed.
I need to quit thinking again. Months ago, when I was having success, I wasn't thinking, I was just playing, just going with what I know works. I didn't question myself. I didn't try to outsmart doorstops. I didn't work at it, it just came naturally. And it felt great.
And for a few hours this afternoon, I felt the soothing calmness of what poker is. I felt it for the first time in 6 or 7 months.
And let me tell you, I missed it. I missed not being at the April 26th conference. I missed not posting on these forums. I missed not being able to shuffle chips. I missed it. For the last few months, it wasn't as much fun as it should have been.
But for a brief window this afternoon, it was again. It was awesome. It is awesome. It will be awesome again.
And I'm thankful.
Josh W.