Man...I've never imagined I could be so lame as to cry a sea of tears for poker related issues. Yesterday when Flavius was sleeping I started a session and ruled for about 700 hands where I was +3 BI. Not excellent but not bad either. I guess I'm a very good grinder..I love multi-tabling and I could play for hours if nothing disturbs me. Suddenly I said to myself "ok...when I'm up 4 buy-ins I'm out" Say what ? As if the downswing sneaked inside mu head and read my thoughts, he imediately brought 2 lucky fish at 2 of the tables I was playing at. And BOOM ! Here I am down to -9$. It's funny, but while I was coarsing the hell out me ...I managed to wake Flavius up and he started yelling like a fire alarm: "get the fck oooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuut ! You're on a bad run and you're not gonna get better...you know it " He almost turned off my computer when I was being dealt Kings...lucky he couldn't reach the button or he'd be dead now After winning the blinds with my Kings I felt like a child who's toys are being taken away by some black huge monster, one by one...so I started crying like crazy.
Of course I only got better after half on hour or so, after I got my eyes red as if I were on LSD Flavius didn't allow me to play a single hand yesterday after that episode and made me promise I was not going to play a single hand today , at work. I did not...listen to him So I'm up 3 buyins again. Man, am I not the greatest ? I love poker