Time to Move Up?
Ok, so today I was reading April's latest post, and it got me to thinking. I've been hitting the $25 NL tables for an obscene win rate over my small (1.5k) sample. If I combine my UB bankroll with my Stars bankroll, I'd probably be comfortable playing up a level at $50 NL. But I don't want to play scared. I'd probably clear the rest of the reload in record time, so there's free money there.
Why am I so %$##^&#$! timid?
I know I'm a good enough player. Hell, I've played 4/8 limit and 1/2 no-limit in AC. Why is it that we (or me, more appropriately) are so afraid to play those limits online? Is it that we all consider online poker to be "not really gambling," and at higher limits it crosses that imaginary line into true gambooling? Is it that we are afraid of the variance, or is it that we are afraid of ourselves? I mean for me at this point, we're talking about one bad beat, and 1/3 of my UB bankroll goes away, not to mention a good chunk of bonus funds...
I'd read DoubleAs for some advice, but the firewall at work keeps filtering out more Blogspot addresses by the day, including my own. How I can still publish to the API is beyond me. Anybody who knows a workaround, don't hesitate to leave a comment. Any ideas are appreciated.
The funny thing is that I'm WAY up as a micro-limit player so far, both live and online. My online bankroll between Stars and UB is a relative pittance. I take more money to the Taj every time I play. Why is this move up such an issue for me, or is it that I feel comfortable where I'm at, laying waste to the schools of fish that gather at the $25 NL tables? I mean, more profits are there for the taking. There are AT LEAST as many fish at $50 NL as there are at $25. And the REALLY funny thing is, although you wouldn't know it from what you're reading now, confidence in my poker game is something that I am not lacking in any way.
So what is it?
You know, I think I'm gonna just throw caution to the wind. I think that tomorrow morning, I'm going to make my debut on the $50 NL tables at UB. Report to follow...
Apparently, a woman in Burma has decided to take care of two young tiger cubs who wouldn't take to a rubber-nippled bottle to feed by breast feeding them. She already breast feeds her seven-month old infant son, and now, two Bengal tiger cubs. First, how exactly does one volunteer for this? Second, the zoo says that the breastfeeding will stop by either the end of April, or when the cubs start teething, whichever comes first. No shit. And for the non-believers, link, with a picture.
Apparently, those crazy Brits are at it again (no offense to my British readers). Teenagers have taken to the idea of walking the streets, finding an innocent passerby, and slapping them square in the face--all while recording the event for posterity on a video camera phone. Link. You know, I'm sure that it isn't particularly funny for the slappee, but isn't it a bit like MTV's Jackass? People are calling this "a violent crime caught on camera." Again, I'm not sure that the guy who slapped me would be able to run fast enough to keep all his teeth in his mouth, but from an outsider's point of view, is it really a violent crime? Either way, it's only a matter of time, especially since our mainstream news picked it up, that Happy Slapping invades a town near you.
Star magazine has doctored pictures of Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt to make them appear together. Oh my Jebus! You mean some of those stories aren't true? It's actually a shame. When Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston split, I thought that Brad was the biggest doofus in the history of the printed word. When I heard he might be having secret little rendezvous with Angelina Jolie, it somewhat redeemed him. You can't really upgrade very much from Jennifer Aniston, but Angelina Jolie is definitely in that select group. So if it were true, he'd have pulled the ultimate upgrade. I mean, even Mrs. PokerShark wants Angelina Jolie. But now there is doubt. Did they or didn't they? Either way, until I get confirmation, Brad Pitt is officially a doofus again.
Wow, this post has ADD, n'est-ce-pas? Listen up--another WSOP satellite for the poker bloggers out there. Sunday, May 1st at 7 PM EDT at PokerStars. Email Iggy for the password, or if you played the last one, it's the same as before. One seat in the $1500 NLHE event at the WSOP on June something-or-other (unlike Iggy and Al, I can't drink Guinness and blog--I'm at work, so I'm jacked on Red Bull) for every 50 entries. Play, damnit. Join Bob in representing in Vegas!!!
Why am I so %$##^&#$! timid?
I know I'm a good enough player. Hell, I've played 4/8 limit and 1/2 no-limit in AC. Why is it that we (or me, more appropriately) are so afraid to play those limits online? Is it that we all consider online poker to be "not really gambling," and at higher limits it crosses that imaginary line into true gambooling? Is it that we are afraid of the variance, or is it that we are afraid of ourselves? I mean for me at this point, we're talking about one bad beat, and 1/3 of my UB bankroll goes away, not to mention a good chunk of bonus funds...
I'd read DoubleAs for some advice, but the firewall at work keeps filtering out more Blogspot addresses by the day, including my own. How I can still publish to the API is beyond me. Anybody who knows a workaround, don't hesitate to leave a comment. Any ideas are appreciated.
The funny thing is that I'm WAY up as a micro-limit player so far, both live and online. My online bankroll between Stars and UB is a relative pittance. I take more money to the Taj every time I play. Why is this move up such an issue for me, or is it that I feel comfortable where I'm at, laying waste to the schools of fish that gather at the $25 NL tables? I mean, more profits are there for the taking. There are AT LEAST as many fish at $50 NL as there are at $25. And the REALLY funny thing is, although you wouldn't know it from what you're reading now, confidence in my poker game is something that I am not lacking in any way.
So what is it?
You know, I think I'm gonna just throw caution to the wind. I think that tomorrow morning, I'm going to make my debut on the $50 NL tables at UB. Report to follow...
Woman Breast Feeds Tiger Cubs
Apparently, a woman in Burma has decided to take care of two young tiger cubs who wouldn't take to a rubber-nippled bottle to feed by breast feeding them. She already breast feeds her seven-month old infant son, and now, two Bengal tiger cubs. First, how exactly does one volunteer for this? Second, the zoo says that the breastfeeding will stop by either the end of April, or when the cubs start teething, whichever comes first. No shit. And for the non-believers, link, with a picture.
Happy Slapping
Apparently, those crazy Brits are at it again (no offense to my British readers). Teenagers have taken to the idea of walking the streets, finding an innocent passerby, and slapping them square in the face--all while recording the event for posterity on a video camera phone. Link. You know, I'm sure that it isn't particularly funny for the slappee, but isn't it a bit like MTV's Jackass? People are calling this "a violent crime caught on camera." Again, I'm not sure that the guy who slapped me would be able to run fast enough to keep all his teeth in his mouth, but from an outsider's point of view, is it really a violent crime? Either way, it's only a matter of time, especially since our mainstream news picked it up, that Happy Slapping invades a town near you.
Say It Ain't So!
Star magazine has doctored pictures of Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt to make them appear together. Oh my Jebus! You mean some of those stories aren't true? It's actually a shame. When Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston split, I thought that Brad was the biggest doofus in the history of the printed word. When I heard he might be having secret little rendezvous with Angelina Jolie, it somewhat redeemed him. You can't really upgrade very much from Jennifer Aniston, but Angelina Jolie is definitely in that select group. So if it were true, he'd have pulled the ultimate upgrade. I mean, even Mrs. PokerShark wants Angelina Jolie. But now there is doubt. Did they or didn't they? Either way, until I get confirmation, Brad Pitt is officially a doofus again.
WPBT
Wow, this post has ADD, n'est-ce-pas? Listen up--another WSOP satellite for the poker bloggers out there. Sunday, May 1st at 7 PM EDT at PokerStars. Email Iggy for the password, or if you played the last one, it's the same as before. One seat in the $1500 NLHE event at the WSOP on June something-or-other (unlike Iggy and Al, I can't drink Guinness and blog--I'm at work, so I'm jacked on Red Bull) for every 50 entries. Play, damnit. Join Bob in representing in Vegas!!!
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