I thought long and hard before sitting down to write this post, wondering if it was the right thing to do, and finally decided that I can't take it any more. There is a player at PSO who gives me a lot of grief. Quite frankly, I'm tired of it and I'm going to do something about it. I'm going to reveal who that player is in this blog and call them out.
Before I do just bear with me while I have my little rant about this so-called poker player.
At times this player is capable of sheer brilliance. I have seen them lay down pocket QQ's to an all-in raise when they had the raiser covered three times over and, sure enough, the raiser had AA. Sometimes this player has an uncanny knack for reading opponents. I've seen them slow play a boat on the flop, and bet top pair into a flush-heavy board on all three streets with success that can only come from knowing your opponent and how they play. I once observed this player go from 150 in chips to just over 10,000 in less than an hour. This player shows no fear and can mix up their play as good as anyone in the league. I've seen them raise in position with 8-6os when they knew the players entering the pot were timid.
However, this player can also become a complete and utter donkey at times. I've seen them get impatient and try to win the tournament in the first hour. I've seen them go to showdown with hands they knew were not good enough, as if poker were some kind of macho contest of power. "Raise me, by God! I'll show you, and damn the torpedoes." They can succumb to tilt, even though I have rarely seen them show it in chat (thank goodness). Sometimes they are prone to gamble with marginal hands better off tossed in the muck.
When I see these errors from an otherwise respectable player I get frustrated and want to scream. I want to reach out and grab them and shake some sense into their befuddled brain.
Okay. My rant is done. It's time to reveal this player that causes me so much aggravation. That player is:
Surprised? I imagine some of you knew where I was headed all along. This is they simple point I want to make with today's blog: the toughest opponent I have ever faced at the poker table is the one I look at in the mirror everyday. Every time I sit down at the table the first battle is always with myself. It is a battle to overcome impatience, to make good reads and decisions, and to maintain focus for however long it takes to do well. It isn't always easy. I know you can relate. You've sat for almost an hour looking at cards that barely add up to seven and then you get K-7os and think there is never going to be another poor day. What a hand! The impatient you will probably call and when the pot gets raised you'll say, "Well, I already have X in the pot." When the board comes A-2-5 you'll convince yourself that things aren't really so bad and bet again. Get raised again. Call again because you now feel you are pot committed. And lose. Listen, I've done this. And the worst? The next hand you get will invariably be a monster, but you won't be able to capitalize on it because you just donked off most of your chips out of impatience.
Fight the good fight against your inner opponent, and let your skills do the rest.
Good luck and I'll see you at the tables!