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Winning Poker — How to Crack the Code

I enjoy the process of fig­ur­ing things out.  Puz­zles make me feel alive. Get my brain swirling about in the best of ways.

You prob­a­bly think I am going to say that poker is the biggest puz­zle I have ever encoun­tered. Not true.  That award goes to being a hus­band and father. Much harder AND much more reward­ing.  But poker comes in second.

There is some­thing so entic­ing about the puz­zle that we call poker.  With all the books, dis­cus­sion groups and casi­nos, there are lit­er­ally thou­sands of avenues to explore that can you help you crack the code. Most of us have tried them all. So why aren’t more of us win­ning? As I’ve said before, I am not a win­ning poker player, so I often ask myself why I play?

To crack the code.

More than money, ego, brag­ging rights or that adren­a­line rush of get­ting a one-outer on the river, I play poker sim­ply to fig­ure out what it takes to be a win­ner. What is that formula?

I keep a book of all my sessions:

When I play. For how long. What stakes. What game. Won/lost amount. Who I play against.

This book is a cryp­tic puz­zle that I des­per­ately want to fig­ure out. Some­where in those pages is the answer as to why I don’t win more money at poker.

Some of the answers are obvi­ous: I play when I am tired. I play against bet­ter play­ers. I go on tilt and give away my last $30 (did that last night!). I play too long. I play too loose when I am win­ning. I don’t leave when I am losing.

On closer look, I real­ize these are not results, but really symp­toms. There is some­thing deeper. Some­thing within myself that pre­vents me from win­ning more money. Not sure what that is yet.

I just started read­ing a great book: The Secrets of the Mil­lion­aire Mind. It says that rich peo­ple think dif­fer­ently than poor peo­ple. This reminded of Alan Schoonmaker’s book, Poker Win­ners Are Dif­fer­ent.

Both books imply that rich peo­ple and win­ners (in poker this is often the same thing) have dif­fer­ent wiring in their brain.

If that’s the case, then I guess I need brain surgery. Now I need to fig­ure out how to pay for that.

Maybe I’ll win the WSOP Main Event. A few mil­lion should cover the surgery, right?

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

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Gung Ho or Don’t Go

You can’t have ambiva­lence when you play poker. You are either gungho rock out with your cock out, or don’t play. Poker play­ers sense weak­ness. If you dis­play any soft­ness, they WILL eat your balls. Trust me, it hurts.

Some­times my fam­ily sched­ule opens up on a night when I am com­pletely tired. It cre­ates such con­flict for me. The uni­verse con­spires to give me a free night, I should rally the troops and seize the free time. How­ever, I don’t feel up for it. Herein lies the rub.

In truth, I can’t bear to pass the oppor­tu­nity to play cards, even if I’m exhausted. I sud­denly have the feel­ing that this will be the last time. If I don’t go now, I’ll never again expe­ri­ence the exhil­a­ra­tion of poker’s body drench­ing adren­a­line rush. (That sounds gay).

Nine times out of ten I go, and nine times out of nine, I lose. Not only that, I start off losing.

After 2 buy-ins, I buckle down. By 2AM, I have actu­ally ral­lied back to even. I con­sider leav­ing, but 2 things cross my mind. First, I hate the idea of play­ing poker for 6 hours and break­ing even. It sounds stu­pid, but I would rather lose than break even. At least I have some­thing to show for my time: an empty pocket. Sec­ond, if I leave now I will never ever in my whole life have the time, energy or means to come back. This will DEFINITELY be my last time ever play­ing poker. Since this IS my last time, might as well go out with a bang. A poker binge, if you will.

On these nights, I don’t leave until the absence of chips states the obvi­ous. Pal, you’re done. At 4AM, I am $400 poorer and ask myself why the fuck I even went in the first place. 3o min­utes later I am home. The moment I step through my front door, I won­der if I have any time next week­end to go back. Instantly I catch myself. What the fuck am I thinking?

If I wait until next week­end, life will get too com­pli­cated and I’ll never get there. Bet­ter go back tomorrow.

I play because I have the bug.

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

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