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Winning Poker Formula:Play Against the Weak. Losing Poker Formula:Play Against the Strong

I’ll just come out and say it: I play poker to win money.

Just like any other poker player, I will take money from my friends, my ene­mies, my neigh­bor, the fathers of my son’s pre-school friends and even my wife.  Hell, if my grand­mother would sit down with me I would try my darnedest to take her money as well.

In order to win more money at poker, I have done what any true poker player does: study.

I study a lot.

I buy the books: Sit ‘n Go Strat­egy, Har­ring­ton on Hold ‘em, Online Ace, etc. I under­line impor­tant parts, take notes and imple­ment the techniques.

I take inter­net courses:  Deep­stacks Uni­ver­sity, the online inter­ac­tive course endorsed by Mike “The Mouth” Matu­sow. (great site by the way!)

I have dis­cus­sions with fel­low poker play­ers about strat­egy, odds, etc.

You’d think with all this dili­gent work my results would be bet­ter.  Online I am a break even player. Home games:winner.  Casino games: loser. To be hon­est, I am an over­all loser in poker. Not huge num­bers, but enough to irk me. Make me want to crack the nut.

After all this study­ing, prac­tic­ing and play­ing, I have come to real­ize there is only one REAL win­ning for­mula for poker: Play against play­ers that are worse than you are.  Sounds sim­ple, but it’s true. This is a preda­tory sport and the strong feast on the weak.

You want to beat the game, look for the table full of losers.

Top 10 Traits of a Los­ing Poker Player:

10.  He has a short stack. A good player knows that to win, his stack has to be replen­ished. Oth­er­wise he’s not play­ing poker. It’s called play­ing bingo.

9. A big talker, giv­ing lessons = BIG LOSER.

8. Looks like he’s been up all night. Prob­a­bly try­ing to get even. Win­ners go home when they are los­ing and cut their losses.

7. Com­plains about back beats.

6. Goes to the ATM. Def­i­nitely means he is going beyond his intended bud­get and prob­a­bly not using good bankroll management.

5. Plays almost every hand: loser

4. Tries to ver­bally intim­i­date the other play­ers. LOSER!

3. Talks about how much he won last night. LOOOOOOO-SER!

2. Throws his cards at the dealer.

1. Makes quick over-sized bets.

I am prob­a­bly not telling you any­thing new. But how many of us truly abide by these rules. It ain’t rocket sci­ence, but it works. In fact, it works way bet­ter than read­ing, study­ing or talk­ing about poker. To para­phrase Texas Dolly: Poker is a game of peo­ple played with cards.

I play poker to win money from the weak.

Why do you play? Let me know at stories@whydoiplaypoker.net

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Poker Optimism — Number 1 Sign of a Losing Poker Player

Every­one loves an opti­mist.  Their enthu­si­asm is con­ta­gious.  They’re go-getters.

You know what?  I’ve had an ass­load of opti­mists lately.  And truth­fully, the only place I want to see them is at the poker tables. Prefer­ably, with their opti­mistic fuck­ing mouths shut.

Here’s why? They’ll opti­misti­cally go to the ATM machine way more times than they’ll make that mir­a­cle one –outer.

If it’s so easy, then why do I sound so mad?  Thanks for ask­ing. I get tired of hear­ing how opti­mism and enthu­si­asm are the be all end all of every­thing.  Every­one thinks those qual­i­ties are great. What about their cousins greed and self-delusion?  Well, they’re con­nected.  Alan Schoon­maker, Ph.D, put it best in his book, “Your Worst Poker Enemy”- “Destruc­tive emo­tion #1: Hope”

Here’s the big secret.  Poker is really about things not hap­pen­ing.   Top pair on the flop usu­ally holds up.  Make all the opti­mists pay dearly for their sunny outlooks.

Don’t get me wrong, I have my opti­mistic moments.  I’m basi­cally a long term opti­mist, short term pes­simist. Both in poker and in life.

I play poker to watch the opti­mists drown in their own hope.

Why do you play? Let me know at stories@whydoiplaypoker.net

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Like Dexter, I also have a “Dark Passenger.”

I’m all in!”

I call!”

He shows me his straight. I muck my 2 pair in dis­gust. It’s not that I got out­played. That doesn’t piss me off too much. What DOES piss me off is when I make a solid game plan on the way to the casino, but when I get there, my dark pas­sen­ger takes over and the game plan goes out the door. It’s like I am two peo­ple. On the one hand, I am a respon­si­ble father and hus­band. Patient, cre­ative and fru­gal. On the other hand, I am an aggres­sive poker player — impa­tient, impul­sive and some­times reckless.

Okay, maybe my com­par­i­son to Dex­ter is an exag­ger­a­tion. After all, its been years since I hacked up some evil dude and threw his body parts in the ocean.

I have the same con­ver­sa­tion every time I go to the casino. “Today I am going to play tight. No fish­ing. Only play posi­tion. Fold draws when I don’t have the odds. Go home when I lose my edge. Don’t go on tilt when I get a bad beat. And most impor­tantly, FOLD WHEN I KNOW I AM BEAT!” I look in the mir­ror. Remind myself that I am in control.

Then I get to the casino, fast walk to the felt and plop down my chips and eagerly await my first Christ­mas present. 2 min­utes later, all my chips are in the mid­dle. 3 way action and I am on the nut flush draw on the flop. I almost have odds and con­vince myself this is a good spot to get it all in. 30 sec­onds later.….I am on tilt, call­ing for chips and ready to gam­ble. Just like that, enter my dark pas­sen­ger. It doesn’t take long until, I have lost my sec­ond buy-in. At this point, I look at my phone and real­ize I have been here for only 75 min­utes. Luck­ily the wall­pa­per on my iPhone is a pic­ture of my son. Instantly I snap back. My horns retract, my fangs retreat, my tail dis­ap­pears and I am myself again. I breath deeply and remind myself that I am not defined by my last hand of poker.

I am always sur­prised when my dark side comes out, but I have come to be grate­ful for him as well. I use him as a mea­sure for my per­sonal growth. The day I can take a beat­ing and shake it off will be the day I have made it to the next level of con­scious­ness. It may sound a bit meta­phys­i­cal, but that’s one of the rea­sons I play poker.

Why do you play? Let me know at stories@whydoiplaypoker.net

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Sometimes I need a break from Dockers and fat free salad dressing.

A man can not be sus­tained on good, whole­some fam­ily life alone.  Or, at least, I can’t.  On a reg­u­lar basis I like to head to my local casino, Hol­ly­wood Park.  It’s not just for the poker either. The place is a real melt­ing pot and I get to rub elbows with peo­ple from walks of life I may never have the chance to otherwise.

I know a lot of peo­ple that are alarm­ingly sim­i­lar.  CPAs, den­tists, and an ass­load of regional man­agers. As you might guess, this gets bor­ing.  The casino, on the other hand, is full of char­ac­ters that you would prob­a­bly would never meet any­where but the casino.

I love it.

Play­ing with peo­ple from all walks of life is what makes poker great.  I can’t think of a bet­ter com­mon denom­i­na­tor. I learn more about human­ity at the table than I would at a life­time of Neigh­bor­hood Watch meet­ings.  Okay fine, I don’t go to Neigh­bor­hood Watch meet­ings. That’s what regional man­agers are for. Where else can I hear from an ex-gangleader the way to make money is buy­ing fore­closed homes from HUD, Hous­ing Urban Devel­op­ment or some­thing like that.  Dude was a mil­lion­aire.   Or maybe he was lying.  Either way I don’t care.  I’m def­i­nitely not going to meet the rock tight porn direc­tor at one of these sushi rolling par­ties my wife tells me we’ve been invited to.  Actu­ally maybe I would.  But at the sushi party he’s not going into the details of the girl on girl scene gone bad because one of the actresses had some bad ceviche for lunch.

I play poker to meet peo­ple I nor­mally wouldn’t.

Why do you play? Let me know at stories@whydoiplaypoker.net

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Poker is a dream maker

At some point in your life, you have to let go of some of your child­hood dreams.  Still 5 foot 3? You can put your NBA dreams to rest. Still play­ing pony league in your 20s? Prob­a­bly won’t go to the MLB. Fail your med­ical boards for the 5th time? Surgery career out the door. Don’t get me wrong. I am fan of “any­thing is pos­si­ble”. I’m a poker player, right? But let’s get real, some­times you can tell things will never happen.

For me, I had a pretty good run as an inde­pen­dent musi­cal artist. I played for some pretty large crowds, basked in the glory of the stand­ing ova­tion and heard my music on TV, film and radio. How­ever, when I turned 30, I could see the writ­ing on the wall. I was never going to be a rock star. 10 years later, the only thing I miss is hav­ing that dream of being a star. Enter poker.

Poker is the dream that never dies. It doesn’t even dis­crim­i­nate. There are sharks of all ages sizes and shapes. 90 year old rocks, wheel chair bound chip slingers, and even the occa­sional blind man with a see­ing eye sweater. You try walk­ing into the Super Bowl all suited up demand­ing your shot. It’s not going to hap­pen. But if you have $10,000 or were lucky enough to suck out on me in one of the bajil­lion satel­lites I played to get into the WSOP, all the power to you. You’re in and get your chance to join the elite ranks of the poker greats. What’s even more entic­ing is that the vast major­ity of WSOP bracelets are won by unknown play­ers. It’s like Rocky every sum­mer in Vegas.

Most of us will never bat against C.C. Sabathia or catch a pass from Brette Favre. But for the rest of our lives, poker play­ers will have a chance to feel like a pro. If you’re   ballsy (and rich), I’m sure a vari­ety of pros from Doyle to Durr would be happy to meet you at Bobby’s room. Prob­a­bly at this very moment. Who knows, you might even beat them in a pot. If that’s big­ger than your poker bud­get, you can go for the glory by chas­ing a bracelet. It’s a more afford­able way to get the rush of play­ing with the pros. And if that isn’t enough, remem­ber you always have a chance to be the “lucky bas­tard” to put Phil Hell­muth on tilt. Poker is truly a dream maker.

I play to keep the big dream alive.

Why do you play? Let me know at stories@whydoiplaypoker.net

For more about mak­ing it big in poker read the fol­low­ing article:

http://www.pokerdownloadlink.com/how-to-win-at-poker/

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