Nothing doing at The Warehouse yesterday. Pete and I got there around 7 and Nick showed up around 7:45 or so, and that was that. It is certainly not in Pete's financial interest to have an empty table on Wednesdays, but I couldn't help but be a little relieved that I didn't have to play. Barring last week's little rush I have been on a monster losing course for months, and playing $4/$8 against a mixture of tough aggressive and competent tight players with a prohibitive rake is not the best way to get good value for one's poker time.
I could tell you that playing short handed $10/$20 online is the way to go, and that is probably still my overall most profitable bracket, but recently I have developed the capability to shoot up a few hundred dollars and then decimate my entire month in one session. I used to be able to rationalize casino and live play reversals as occupational costs, online play more than made up for the $30/week I was sticking into Pete's $1/$2 game. These days it seems like the losing cancer that I suffered from in that game has spread to my entire game.
From a different angle, it has occured to me that from an external view point big losses and big wins have the same effect on people when I tell them about what I do. When I tell someone, "I won $1,000 last week," what they hear is, "I am a degenerate gambler." Similarly when I tell someone, "I lost $1,000 this week," what they hear is "I am a degenerate gambler." Hmmm, maybe they are onto something.
