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Watched all the replay,s..
Would subscribe if I could , and watch tyde poker all day..
P s.
Not joking..
HILLARY WON
It would be less harmful than smoking crack. Barely.
tyde
you're in mexico playing "gas tank" tournaments....
i call them that bc they equal the amount of money it takes to fill my gas tank.
so awesome. you're such a pro. that chicago-johnny dude needs to get you on his show soon. you're coming up.
So how much of your starting bank roll is left?
20k might go pretty far when you only risk $20 at a time.
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switch the denominations to pesos.
it'll make it seem like you're playing higher stakes.
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George Steinbrenner
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all from you......
you're talking to yourself.
"Winning is the most important thing in my life, after breathing. Breathing first, winning next."
George Steinbrenner
It started with a whisper faintly appearing on the wind.
‘Psst.’
Larineth glanced around the field she was in, and after not seeing anyone, she went back to her task: picking the most beautiful flowers she could find and laying them in a basket. Today was her birthday, and she had proudly told anyone that she met that she was turning nine years old today, and soon she would be an adult just like them.
‘Psst.’
She looked up, feeling goose bumps appear on her skin as she glanced around again, still not seeing anybody. She looked down at the daisy she had just picked, and recoiled in horror, throwing it with a scream. Her eyes watched as the daisy, that was now a black, rotting…thing… sailed through the air, disappearing amongst the many flowers in the field.
She stared at the spot it had disappeared, breathing heavily at the shock.
‘PSST.’
It was louder this time, making her whirl around in search of the intruder.
“Who’s there!” she yelled. No answer.
“This isn’t funny!” Again, no answer.
She felt a chill creep into her spine as she looked around the field, every which way. There was a rustling, which her head snapped towards, before realizing the wind was making all the plants sway lazily. She shivered, despite the sunlight beaming down on her. She quickly started heading towards her village, basket in hand.
She hurried, bursting into the front door of her home.
“Mama! I got some!” She called out. No answer.
“Mama?” Again, no answer. She slowly crept through the house, searching for any sign of her mother.
She heard the floor creak and whipped around to face the noise, not seeing anything. She crept towards the back room, the room that belonged to her mother. As she got nearer, it came back.
‘Psst.’
Nervously looking around Larineth still couldn’t see anyone. The house suddenly got dark, all light seeming to disappear into shadow.
“W-who’s there? What do y-you want w-with me?” she managed to stutter out.
There was no answer. She took another step towards her mother’s room, before the sound came again.
‘Psst.’
Glancing around fearfully, she darted forward, into her mother’s room, only to see a figure standing over the still form of her mother. The figure was wrapped in a black robe, and seemed to be staring at her. Larineth gulped as she looked towards where the face would be, only to see nothing but shadow.
‘Soon.’
The figure slowly faded out of view, seeming to dissolve into thin air. Larineth rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn’t seeing things, before running over to her mother.
“Mama!” No answer. She wasn’t moving.
Larineth bolted, running outside and searching for the nearest person she could find. As she glanced around an uneasy feeling appeared in the pit of her stomach. Her village seemed… empty. She ran to the nearest house, pounding on the door and screaming for help. The door slowly creaked inwards, but there was nobody there. She cautiously walked in, exploring, and found the people. On the floor. Unmoving.
Larineth screamed and ran, but the next house was the same. Everyone was silent. Lifeless. She ran from house to house, tears streaming down her face as she screamed and yelled for someone, ANYONE to help her. There was no answer to her cries. She went through the entire village, only to find that she was the last one alive.
As she looked around in her hysteria, she noticed the robed figure from her house earlier. The cloth moved as if the figure was pointing at her, but there was no visible limb, only shadow.
‘Soon.’
The voice echoed around her. She dropped to her knees sobbing before letting out the loudest scream she possibly could.
She screamed as she sat up, in her bed. Sweating profusely and glancing around. “It was just a dream…” she muttered to herself.
“Larineth! Come eat! Breakfast is ready!” She heard her mother yell from the kitchen.
“It was just a dream.” She reassured herself before going to the kitchen.
After eating and getting dressed for the day, her mother handed her a basket, “Why don’t you go pick some flowers sweetie? The ones on the table are looking sad.”
Larineth glanced behind her at the vase on the table; the flowers were indeed starting to wilt. She turned back and smiled “Okay Mama! I’ll get the prettiest flowers ever!”
She took off racing to the field, beginning to pick the flowers that stood out and caught her attention.
‘Psst.’
It started with a whisper faintly appearing on the wind…
"Winning is the most important thing in my life, after breathing. Breathing first, winning next."
George Steinbrenner
I don’t even remember what year it was, but I think it was early in 2001. I was living at Budget Suites, which is where I first lived when I moved to Las Vegas. Back then, just five years ago, online poker wasn’t much of an option for making money, so I would usually play anywhere from $80-$160 limit hold’em to $300-$600 or $400-$800 mixed games depending on my bankroll at the time. I habitually played with an inadequate bankroll which was part impatience/part a lack of fear/part I had a good reputation and could borrow money if necessary. Anyway, after a about a year playing very little poker but spending money frivolously, I started 2001 without a bankroll. One night I went out for drinks with my good buddies from Toronto, Sam and Tyson. We ended up talking about “being a grinder” and that I couldn’t do it anymore. After playing high limits, the highest regular games in Vegas at the time, they felt like I could never go back to being a grinder at smaller limits and win. I disagreed with them. I tried to tell them that if I put my mind to it and my back is against the wall that I could grind it out and play hard. They were actually rooting for me to do that, but nonetheless, made me a bet that I couldn’t do the following: play 140 hours of $30-$60 limit hold’em and earn at least a big bet an hour over that period. Also, I could not play any higher than $30-$60 at any point. I took them up on the offer and borrowed $2300 from Huck Seed. I owed him $7700 from a goofy night of playing heads up after a night of drinking. We played $200-$400 one night with the understanding that neither of us would have to pay anytime soon. It was a fun night, and I learned a ton about playing Stud 8 or better heads up. He was way, way, way, better than me at the time, but after playing with him, and John Hennigan in 1999, I learned so much about playing the game short handed that it was an invaluable experience. So anyway, it’s Monday morning and I’m at the Bellagio at 11:45am and sit right down to play $30-$60. Obviously if I lost the $2300 it would make it tough to win my bet since I’d have to find someone to borrow money from. Day one went well. I put in a 10 hour session and won about $1300 if I remember correctly. The first five days went well as I only had one loss of $300. More importantly, I was on schedule with hours played and ahead of schedule as far as money earned was concerned. As far as being social goes, I even had time to go out with the guys one night after a session. After going out, I was back at the tables to get in some more hours. I probably played about four more hours and quit at maybe 6:00am. The next day I slept in a little bit, but was still able to get into a game by about 3:00pm. I played for only six hours that night, being a little tired from the previous night. After about 10 days of play I was getting tired, but the games seemed so easy that I knew I would win the bet. I was averaging closer to $100 an hour despite losing three sessions out of ten. After 14 days I put in my 140 hours and won a little over $22,000. I paid Huck back his $2300 (the other $7700 wasn’t due for quite some time) and went out with the guys for a little celebration time. The bet was actually a lot of fun for me. I really enjoyed it and it felt great to prove to myself that I could do it. I credit making that bet with getting be back on track and more focused on playing more regularly. In 2001 I played a full year of tournaments and by the end of the year I was back on my feet. I took on a partner to play in the big mixed games and Bellagio and went on a tear. I started out playing $300-$600 and won four sessions in a row. The game quickly became $400-$800, then $600-$1200, and finally, $800-$1600. After putting together a decent bankroll of my own I parted ways with my partner and played in the games on my own. I continued to win, nothing crazy, but I was holding my own. Along the way, in 2004 I had a good start to the year, both in tournaments and in cash games. By that point, the big game got bigger. It was usually $1000-$2000 to start, and would often get kicked up to $1500-$3000 later in the night. By the WSOP, the game got kicked up again, mostly being $2000-$4000. Occasionally, with the right crew, the big game would be $4000-$8000. That’s as big as it ever got on a regular basis. I didn’t play in the game initially. I first played $4000-$8000 in Tunica, MI. that January. At that point I had a partner putting up half the money, and in my first session I won $487,000, the biggest cash game win I’d ever had to date. I remember being super excited about the win and looked forward to playing again. The next day I went back to playing in the game, and was promptly stuck over $300,000. That kind of stung. These were swings that I just wasn’t used to at the time, and with the $100,000 cap games in there, the swings were fast and furious. I ended up losing $423,000 that next day and realized that the game was just a little out of my comfort zone. I felt like a favorite, but didn’t have near enough of a bankroll to play in that game full time. Instead, I thought it better to just take some shots from time to time when the game looked good. The last part of 2004 helped me boost my bankroll to a point where I was comfortable playing $4000-$8000. Winning about $3 million in tournaments helped a lot. In 2005-present, I haven’t played much poker at all in the cash games. More so recently. The games don’t go as often since a lot of people that would normally play live are playing online. That’s just not something I’m all that comfortable doing, besides, I am not sure if I’m a winning player online against tough competitors. I have lots of trouble focusing online and reading players. I think I play “ok” but it just doesn’t seem real to me? Lately I’ve been home, writing by book, columns, etc. and really miss playing poker. I’d like to go down to the Bellagio right now and play, frankly, but there is no game going. Hasn’t been one all week. Who knows, maybe I’ll just go to LA tomorrow and see what’s going on there. I’m thinking that maybe I need to make another one of those bets again. I’m getting pretty sick of all things related to poker, that don’t involve actually playing poker. This blog, the columns, the book writing, the internet forums, it’s all getting really old, really fast. In fact, yesterday I was seriously contemplating making some pretty big life changes. As in, dumping the blog, my columns, etc. Not for any other reason than I want to play poker again. Not no limit hold’em, but poker. Stud 8 or better, Omaha 8 or better, Triple Draw, pot limit Omaha, limit hold’em, all the games. It’s just way more fun for me and I haven’t played in ages. Besides, the average person has absolutely no clue how much money poker players make in “endorsements.” No poker player makes very much money from endorsements outside of online poker sites. It’s not brazillions of dollars. In fact, the money made by even the most marketable players pales in comparision to what the better online pros make playing $25-$50 NL games online.
"Winning is the most important thing in my life, after breathing. Breathing first, winning next."
George Steinbrenner
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