During my absence, I've played 13 of the 16 days, for at least 8 hours a day. So when not at the tables I've wanted to shut my brain down completely, and watch stupid television. As the man known as Method once said: “Get the money. Dolla', dolla' bill y'all.” And so, there have been few thoughts in my head other than how to get the money. Sleep right so you can wake up and get the money. Eat right so you can get the money. Obsess over the spreadsheet to improve play to better get more money. And for at least a couple weeks not a single other thing matters.
Despite the good profits I managed to achieve, I'm really frustrated with myself. While I'm pleased with being $7800 richer, and knowing that for the most part I played well (and on occasion unbelievably well)... I can't help but agonize over the mistakes I made, which cost me somewhere around $10,000. These mistakes caused the LA excursion to be constantly on the precipice of total disaster, with my entire bankroll on the table three times.
But, I did play more good poker than bad. In a testament to how stupid the competition has been, or maybe to further my own press, here are the gory details since my last entry...
$7,805 Profit
$600.38 Average profit
$745.00 Median profit
$2,373.00 Standard deviation
8 Wins
5 Losses
0.571 Winning percent
Yes, I know, boo hoo, woe is he, who could only make $600 a day... Hard to have sympathy for me as you're probably not making $600 a day, reading this with the anxiety that your boss will walk up to your cubicle and see this site on your screen, at a job you probably wish you weren't at in the first place.
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