Tags:
Blogs, Beginners, Psychology
To a pro this is a small glitch, to be ironed out of the line in the profit graph as it returns to the mean, fuelled by many thousands of hands a day. It’s not so easy to shrug off for a low volume player like me, trying to battle his way up from the micro-stakes cash tables and into more exciting territory.
Much as I love poker, the long suffering Mrs Brett does not, nor too does she love doing all the housework and childminding. This means that much of my valuable poker time is spent elbows deep in a sink full of bubbles and plates, or pretending to be a ghost and chasing a screaming child around my home, (OK, I’ll admit that part is cool.) Couple this hectic domestic life with the demands of a high powered executive position at PKR Towers [ed. who are you talking about!?] and I just can’t seem to play enough poker.
I don’t fret about the monetary loss when I sail over the event horizon of my latest downswing, but I do become frustrated about the time it took me to wrest it from the other peanut pushers. I can generally only get around fifteen hundred hands a week, and at my less than stellar win rate, it can take three months to recover from a bad hit of variance.
Inside I know I am a much better player than the stakes I am stuck at, and if I could only hit a nice heater then I will finally get to move up a level. But alas friends was it not hubris that led Sisyphus to his eternity of toil and frustration?
Over the next few weeks I'm going to look to find a wedge to work underneath that rock. Follow my progress here in the PKR Community as I try to turn my precious free time into poker gold. In the meantime, I'd love to hear your stories of poker perseverance in the face of the demands of real life.