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[Dubnjoy000]

WSOPC Rosario Day 2 : Mystery Bounty 500$ Day1B (AKA Backwards Motion)

Things got off to a slow start this morning as I get caught up in dreamland rescuing C/the girls of my dreams against a series of bandits and thus having to put my MMA to execution, which, by all accounts, is not the most restful   ; needless to say, but when the alarm clock screams like a Mama-fracker at 8:53am, it takes very little to no convincing to stretch out my index, press that wonderful creation that is the “snooze” button, and continue on with the dream "rescue mission of C" yo  Disclaimer :

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I did manange to save the beautiful Princess 

At 10:30 on the dot, I wake up, pop open the laptop, load up the Unibet application and tap the kettle button to boil us some water yo .  Unfortunately the 4 card tables are ruthless as fuck today - as they have been for 5 months str8, sighhhh… - and I cannot get my 70-30% to hold up for the life of me, let alone win a flip .  Thankfully I do get a few bluffs through, get some 80-90% to survive  and hence log out at 11:00 a mere 800$ loser.  OK.  TIme to meditate.  To forget.  To move on with the day yo .

At noon, I put on the standard training music, AKA 21 pilots live

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 train until 12:30, jump into the shower while sipping on my mate along the way, step out, put on some simple grinding clothes, a baseball cap, my live MTT grinding shoes and head out the door at 12:40, 100 minutes after registration started (30 minute blind levels).

As I am riding on the highway in the backseat of the taxi, I find myself mystified by the never ending sight of the villas (ghettos) extending themselves kms upon kilometers…. It is a sad sight to witness .  Rosario is the drug capital of Argentina.  Poverty is most likely both the cause and the source of the vicious cycle of drugs... Either way, my poker downswing AKA first world problems seem EXTREMELY benign in comparison to third world/below the poverty line existential problems.  Note to self : I need to work on feeling more gratitude.  For suffering from mere top 1% first world problems.  And to keep in mind how the past decade has saw me finally engage in happier stages of my life.  And that I have met the most wonderful woman to walk this earth in C.  And for simply being alive 

Things do not look extremely promising when I am stuck in a lineup for late registration, show up at an empty table to eventually be filled by new comers and thus find myself with several pros at my table (one of them with 2 million+ in cashes which is simply lol in a 500$ event ).  Nonetheless, I go on to play extremely well, but, of course, run in the bottom 10% percentile and, ironically, much like yesterday, I get eliminated by the player who I just recently doubled up AK < 99 (and losing to a cooler and another flip) when I flat  vs his  and of course see 2 spades on the flop, and GII .

The Mama-fracking Hand of the day : In the very second hand that I see, I open  to 2.5bbs in UTG +1, get called by the table’s fish in MP and the 2+ million in cashes pro in the CO (I had yet to look up his Hendon Mob at this point). 

Flop : (10bbs) 

I fire 3.5bbs and get 2 calls.  OK.  Unless a very favorable runout unfolds, I am pretty much done with this hand. 

Turn : (20.5bbs)    

Turn goes check-check-check. 

River : (20.5bbs)       

I take a few seconds before checking, hoping to get to showdown…. MP checks rapidly, seemingly completely disinterested, but CO decides to bet 20bbs.  I take literally about one second before calling - my poker online mind always acts rapidly - as holding the nut bluff-catcher (barring having a club) makes the call trivial, especially after villain has deliberately polarized his range and is repping JT

Spoiler

Villain shows 

Alright, tomorrow will be a day spent grinding online.  We will be back at it for day 1A of the 1.1k Main on Sunday yo ; we got this .

-2k in 22h online and -1k live in 10h

[Dubnjoy000]

WSOPC Rosario Day 3 : Off Time

To take advantage of my day off from (schedule forced) day off from the series, I went by the river, sipped on some coffee, casually purchased some souvenirs from the local market and then went on the hunt to get a massage in the direction that Google Map had pointed me towards.  But here's the thing : the black market in LATAM is significant as fuck, and especially in a country like Argentina that holds no trust whatsoever in the government.  So while I was hoping to show up at a shop with your standard massage sign outside hanging out the front door, it was with very little surprise that I ended up in front of an apartment building.  But alas, the person did not pick up when I phoned them.

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Understandable, as it is hard for Google to stay accurate in a crashing realm .

 Alright.  So I headed down about 6 blocks away, to the 2nd destination.  When I saw the same scenario repeat itself and noticed 2 scruffy/gangsta style fellows working the corners on the deserted street, I didn't even bother to pull out my iphone and simply gave up on the relaxing massage plan .

Rosario has been involved in a nasty drug war over the past couple of years when - alas and a thousands and one times alas  - innocent peeps were also victimized.  Apparently things have simmered down...  Rumor has it that the right people were paid off up top and that the most impactful peeps/bosses were eliminated...  Nonetheless, it was a major decision on why I decided to not attend the series earlier this year.  That and the fact that the last time I was in these parts grinding the CAP series, I had an obvious Top Drug Lord sitting to my left that did not take kindly to me accumulating a disproportionate amount of chips and felt obliged - not once but twice  - to tell the table (me) how he had recently dropped off a dead body on the side of the highway...

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Thankfully I do not get intimidated one bit by these non-direct threats, but my rational mind does weigh it into the decision to attend or not a live series event 

Rosario is decrepit.  Crashing down.  It is a reflection of Argentina, albeit at an exponential degree.  Walking down the desolated streets during a Saturday afternoon with the lone Corner Workers populating the streets, makes a Zombie Apocalypse seem minor.  What a strange world we live in.  And sad.  At least in these parts.  And then again, there is much worse going on in the world we live in.  And yet, a part of me loves this struggle.  It might be extremely egotistical...  I don't know...  But what would you prefer : a first world dweller that stays all his life within the ignorance of his suburban security, or a neurotic traveller that forever challenges the limits of what is acceptable...  For the purpose of this blog, I think the answer is quite obvious .

+800 online in 28h (absolutely crushed it today yo ) and -1k live in 10h (will crush it this week )

[Dubnjoy000]

WSOPC Rosario Day 4 : Lull

After my alarm shakes me awake just before 9:00 am for my morning online session of 2h prior to the casino, things take a turn for the worst when I drop 2.5k (which I would spend the day recovering) in an hour, feel all grinding spirited energy (that was already very low) suddenly leave me before I would crawl back into bed and decide to not grind the Main Event.  Because they are 5 starting waves (one turbo), I had already decided to be flexible and leaving myself the option of skipping one of them for rest purposes.  But, I certainly would of not guessed that it would of been Day 1A .  Anyhow, I did manage to get back into the black for the week online and will meditate and rest this evening to be prepared for Day 1B (and a smaller 1h online session as opposed to the 2h one).  We got this yo .

+700$ online in 35h and -1k live in 9h this week

[Dubnjoy000]

WSOPC Rosario Day 5 : ME Day 1B (Flipaments)

Note to self : I got to practice the art of flipping...  Well, I did manage to make it through 50% of the field, built an alright stack (2x starting stacks), which is fine, especially given that the table sucked balls for day1 of the main, but... yup, I lost 2 massive flips AK < QQ and TT < AK, got bad beat in a X-Raised pot ( <  on  X  .  But here is the thing that I noticed : even though time wise it is fitting for me to show up an hour+ late for late registration (which grants me extra time to grind online, meditate and exercise), management nonchalantly just throughs together all the late arrivals at the same tables, hence creating tougher and unfair tables in the process.  So tomorrow I will be waking up at 8:50, grinding online from 9-10am, meditating from 10-11am, exercising, showering, jumping in the shower in order to show up just in time for noon at the casino yo.  I think that not only is the potential softness of the table worth it, but given that the blind levels are 40 minutes, playing down to 15% of the field does not an extremely long day of grinding yo .  Anyhow, let's get to the :

Getting My Hands Caught in the Cookie Jar Hand of the Day : We are on our second orbit, so villain's tendencies remain unknown to me (and I had yet to realize how sticky he was...), but I open  to 2.33bbs and only BB defends.

Flop (6.17bbs) : 

Solid flop for my precise hand and after villain checks, I decide to fire a small 1.5bbs ; villain rapidly calls.  Interesting sideline : I always wear glasses while playing (myopia), but often take them off to do stuff on my phone/when I go on breaks and whatnot, and I happen to not be wearing them for the length of this hand.  Given that I am in seat #6 and that I can see the flop fairly clearly, I don't see the need to put them back on, which most likely influenced the way this hand ended up playing out...

Turn : (9.17bbs) :    

After villain checks, I take a few seconds before firing 6bbs ; villain snap-calls!!!  Not a great sign, but given the rapidity of his call, let's not exclude that he might be holding spades as well, even if I am severely blocking them...

River : (21.17bbs) :       

Villain checks rapidly and I suddenly find myself with the urge to conquer the World and beyond...  Having blockers to the flush draw does obviously suck balls and this is certainly not a bluff in theory, but his snap-call on the turn combined with the Kx blocker to the str8 is making rethink life...  I look down at my cards like I oftentimes do, even if I always know to a default what exact suits I am holding...

Spoiler

To suddenly realize that the unusual Spanish cards that they are using for this WSOP combined with not wearing my glasses, threw me for a fucking loop and I actually have the  not the fracking  

This convinces me to fire another strong bullet ; besides, this spot is severely underbluffed, which are situations I usually attack more as a default vs villains capable of finding folds...  I overbet to 26bbs.  Villain sighs. moans and turns around in his seat. 

Spoiler

Villain manages to find a call after a while, sigh .  I would eventually find out that he is sticky as fuck, so the fact that I did manage to contemplate folding, makes me eventually like my line quite a lot, despite the negative outcome yo .

Tomorrow we are going back to Day 1c : we got this yo .

-200$ in 3h online and -1.1k live in 5h this week

[Dubnjoy000]

WSOPC Rosario Day 6 Main Event Day 1C (Dreams, Disillusions and Gratitude)

My Argentino buddy who was still fairly green to poker (and grinds 10NL as a semi-pro), pointed out to me when we came to Rosario during the CAP series : that players here had it good.  Had made it.  That they were not - at least momentarily - exposed to the tribulations of the economical crashing realm that is the outside world of Argentina, that they were comfortably tucked within the 4 walls of a 5 star hotel, grinding tournaments with higher buy-ins that would your average folk made in this country monthly (200-300$).  That we are privileged.  Which is obviously the raw truth, but far from what is constantly on the mind of an egostistical poker player.  You see, at the beginning of a live MTT series, we dream big, think to ourselves “this is my time” or “I deserve this after all this run bad and after such and such painful and undeserved event happened in my life”.  Our egos is larger than the World.  And then, when over 95% of us fail to meet our illusions of grandeur,  our ego is broken : sadness sicks in.  Disillusions.  Feelings of injustice, right, after our 80% didn’t hold up in a crucial or a flip saw the coin flip against us…. And then we step back into the outside world, realize that our first world problems are indeed just that.

I have been through this process daily for the past few months/past couple of years.  Constantly having to remind myself how good I have it.  To pick myself up every morning, refresh my perspective.  And forever bringing the Big Picture to the forefront.  And yet…

And yet, I had no once of energy left to update this thread when I got back home yesterday, after misfiring another bullet and alas ended up again a disproportionately tough table again after a late reg (and finding myself with 70% of the table being pros, in a 1k, go figure .  Anyhow, after getting into an argument with C., I had no desire to come in a public thread and complain about my (first world) run bad (emoji).  But such is my story.  And I want to keep it honest/transparent.  So anyhow, am on my way again for Day 1C of the Main Event and if things do not go any better today, I doubt I will hop in the HR, given my lack of run good and US dollars (which are hard to come across in these parts, outside of dealing with poker players…).  We still got this, I think… 

 

[Dubnjoy000]

WSOPC Rosario Day 7 : Compassion in this Ruthless Realm

Going back tomorrow with a sizeable stack of 12 starting stacks/80bbs yo .  Played ultra agro on the bubble, got lucky,  unlucky, actually legitimately frowned out of sadness when I looked down at KK OTB after the 4.7bbs CO tried to commit horrendous and painful ICM suicide on the pure bubble by shoving his AJo (I had previously crippled him to 1.5bbs when he 4bet shoved 88 three to go on the bubble vs my KK - yeah, my agro image  - but he then unexpectedly quadrupled AK > AQ when the AQ squeeze-shoved in the BB.  I was strongly rooting for the poor fellow.  Because, after being a pro for 14 years, I realize how such a bubble ICM suicide can be abysmal.  And how living in Argentina also compounds the effect of pain . Yup, I have been in this game for far too long.  So I wholeheartedly felt his pain when I looked down at the KK and was forced to sigh-call/crack down his comeback dream (a 2k cash in Argentina is pretty fracking significant).  To the extent that the rail (that was pretty fracking HUGE at this point on the pure bubble) was criticizing me for saying “All apologies friend” when I made the call with the monster.

Spoiler

But flop came QJ9  8  J and he celebrated like only Argentinos can : 

 

We got this yo 

[Dubnjoy000]

Going back to Day 2 with almost twice average in chip stack.  Codigo Poker has apparently been the place to follow the action (in Spanish), if some of you are interested : https://codigopoker.com/codigopoker-tv/liveblog/torneo/wsop-argentina-main-event

We got this 

[Nestabear]

Nice 1 Brother...

[Dubnjoy000]

Finished in 91st place ( of 1893 entries I believe...) which, alas, concludes yet another deep run that falls short.   A mere 2.5k was the payout, which does not even cover the price of entry of my 3 bullets .  The critical hand came with 100 left when HJ opened to 2bbs, CO jammed for 20bbs which HJ did not like one bit for the life of him,  while I woke up with the sweet  OTB .  I obviously jammed, saw the good news when HJ tank-folded and CO showed the  (HJ said he folded AQo).  Of course, the on the flop was cringe as fuck and would leave me with a mere 9bbs, before also losing that in a flip.  It sucks, as I was aiming for a top 25-30 or better finish which would of netted me a decent 10k+ and momentum going into Sao Paolo and Prague.  But such is life!  I will be calling it a series, as I had no fire left in me to grind the HR after busting out and am also having (critical) issues with C, so will just grind online tomorrow, take it easy and think about life and whatnot.

Peace all

 

 

 

-200$ in 3h online and -500$ live in 29h this week

[Rushbie]

Well another deposit to experience-bank it still was, nasty it had to end that way 

GL to online grinds, and thanks a lot for sharing all this Great stuff, man 

Edited October 25, 2024 by Rushbie

[Dubnjoy000]

On 25/10/2024 at 06:12, Rushbie said:

Well another deposit to experience-bank it still was, nasty it had to end that way 

GL to online grinds, and thanks a lot for sharing all this Great stuff, man 

Thx bro, I appreciate it .  

Am back in San Isidro now.  Will conclude the Rosario in a post (probably) tomorrow.  Next series : BSOP Sao Paolo, starting on November 15.  https://bsop.com.br/5-bsop-millions-2024/

We will get this 

[Dubnjoy000]

Fight(s) : Roundabouts

Monday afternoon : I am back in San Isidro after an intense as fuck stint in Rosario.  Intense on and off the table, that is ; if the former was exhaustively described in previous posts, the latter has been due to having issues with C. She is riddled with jealousy.  Alas and a Gazzilion times alas , I am not sure where our relationship will go - and if we still have one, for that matter… -, but in the meantime, I have a couple of weeks left in Argentina before going to BSOP Sao Paolo, AKA the biggest tournaments ever held in LATAM.  So two weeks to spend time with my buddies, to donate my material items here.  And to attend classes of MMA.

Speaking of which, it is probably a bit redundant to insist on this following point, but I have been quite passionate about the practice of mix martial arts.  Like can oftentimes be the case.  But in my occurrence, I am no longer in my 20's, so my form of zeal is more of the (somewhat) attenuated type, as opposed to a full-on fanatism like the one that once inhibited me for the game of poker a good odd 15 years, you know .  Regardless, I would be curious to get into the Hexagon for an official fight.  The chances of this ever happening are probably on the slimmer side of the equation and I would need to train for a year+ in order to envision ever doing so (especially in jiu jitsu), but the thought has been seducing lately.  To add it to my life experiences.  To see where I stand vs an opponent that is 100% out to get me (as opposed to 60-80% like in training).  To unleash the beast tucked inside of me.

Of course, the odds of this challenge ever coming to daylight are probably under 25%, but will nonetheless propel my training moving forward yo .   In a vacuum, the training itself does wonders for my health, body, psyche etcetera and etc., but having this goal in mind will also aliment a certain driving force yo .

Tuesday evening : So I stepped back into my dojo for the first time since May.  I had kept up my training (for about 3-4h weekly), but was mainly doing so in gyms, using light (1-2kgs) Dumbbells while practicing fighting simulations or while using a boxing bag at my folks place.  What I had not done in a while, was test myself vs opponents.

There was 4 of us today and we rotated in order to square off for 2 rounds vs every single rival ; there was an experienced fighter, technically more sound than I am and probably punches as hard as I do - we were going at it 100%, which was fucking great, as peeps are usually WAY more nonchalant/soft on their opponents.  He definitely whacked me HARD AS FUCK in the face quite a few times, to the extent that I was becoming reticent to approach him, fearing the punishment...  That being said, I also got him pretty good a few times and put on a good fight, even if he was the clear winner yo .

There was a new fellow that definitely had some fight in him, a neverending burst of energy, a strong determination and was feisty as fuck.  He was in his early 20s and severely outclassed me in terms of energy levels - I was fracking dead   -, but his technique was just not great and I basically did whatever I wanted with him, pounced at ease and even launched a few fury of stormy attacks that he simply had no answers for.

And then there was the third fellow, in his early 30s, with years of experience, but a terrible fighter at distance and in fact always tried to get inside.  I ostensibly outperformed him in our first bout, but in our second one (and our last round all together), I was completed gassed, couldn't sufficiently keep him at bay with my jab/hooks, so he did manag to get inside where a fracking myriads of uppercuts and hooks were viciously handed out equally by both of us : we were SWINGING like mama-frackers, going for the knockout yo .  The bell did go off though just as we were storming each other, so we hugged it out, congratulated the other in this crazy as fuck sparring rampage .

 

+200 in 9h online this week

[Rushbie]

Legit sensations from real life, love it 

Quick healings

[Dubnjoy000]

Hedging (USA #1 Style)

Two Weeks left in Argentina - a place I will surely visit frequently in the next few years to see friends, grind a series and visit areas of the county that I have yet explored like the south... - and all my focus is on quality time spent with my 2 good buddies, my MMA training, online poker, studying MTTs and...  the upcoming USA #1 elections .  Even if, unlike my dad, I do not like to waste too much time focussing on what they are doing south of the border - unfortunately, since the advent of Trump, too many Canadian peeps waste a precious unproductive and negative amount of their life hating on him -, I have 21k bet on his potential victory (that would net me 38K).  Now, considering that I bet on the orange hair Fellow at the appropriate low times when the betting line was very lenient towards him, I got him at a favorable price yo (in between 1.73x and 1.95x) and the market is just biased towards him presently, so hedging/buying some Kamala actions to guarantee myself a 15% ROI, seems about right yo .

Edit : UUUffff, by the time I had written those lines last evening and this afternoon, the line moved from Kamala being 2.7x to 2.5x, so unless I get a better price on her, I will ride my Trump bet yo .

 

-400$ in 17h this week

[Dubnjoy000]

22 hours ago, Rushbie said:

Legit sensations from real life, love it 

Quick healings

Yeah, exactly : I talked to my buddy about it that fought once in a MMA competition - and was left snoozing unconscious  - and measuring one's limits is always an interesting life (existential) experience, regardless of the field.  Curiously my 2 good Argentino buddies share the same unorthodox area of interests that I do, like meditation, the work of (psychedelic) plants and mix martial arts/boxing .  Oftentimes, these seemingly contrasting disciplines are not usually intertwined, but one can only hope that some of us are not that tribalistic...

And speaking of healings : fuck, I went to buy some anaesthetic gel today, a good 2 days after my last MMA training, as my 47 year ol body is still fracking aching .  The plan is to apply it all day and especially tomorrow so I can be order to train/fight again...  And thx for the comments bro ; hope all is well, peace 

[Dubnjoy000]

Dia de los Muertos

One of my main criticism of non-progressive LATAM countries - thus excluding Uruguay and Argentina -, is the power that hold certain institutions.  Think the church.  Well...  mainly the dirty fracking church, tbh .  On the other hand, certain values and traditions are upheld which have been inversely significantly weakened in Canada.  Like the importance of family.  And a Holiday like the Day of the Dead which, a thousand and one times alas!!!, has taken on a consumerism turn for the worse in the aspect of the celebration of Halloween, right, that is sure appealing for the kids in terms of collecting candies, and adults as far as dressing up and parties go, but remains at a very superficial consumeristick/materialistic levels, while el Dia de los Muertos is a family reunion to brunch, head out to the cemetery and remember/pay grievance to the lost ones, which, moreover, is a beautiful tradition to be shared with children as well - as opposed to the purely egotistical act of collecting/eating fracking candy, you know  -, as they are more familiarized with the concepts of death and what passing away means for those of us that continue roaming on in this Bottom World.  You see, in a highly clean country like Canada, death remains a nasty taboo and is usually relinquished to personal affairs as far as society goes - you certainly do not see peeps dying in the streets like in India, for example -, or frowned upon - beauty and youth is put forth in numerous aspects of the consumer society, while old age and decay is deliberately concealed.  Anyhow...

Am heading to my MMA shortly and since it has been on my mind a lot lately, I will be aiming to do 5-6h weekly of training when I am in Lima this winter.  Aiming for twice weekly at either an MMA or Jiu Jitsu dojo, an hour+ with C. at her gym - yes, we are back together, will meet up in Sao Paulo for four days, even if we will have to put lots of effort into our relationship for it to work out yo . 

Anyhow, that is it for now.  Peace.

+9k in 23h this week

Spoiler

Cleared a bonus and hit a (much needed!) little upswing yo 

 

[Dubnjoy000]

Quiet Days in San Isidro

11 days left before I leave for Sao Paulo.  But this time around, I do not feel like I will be leaving behind me Argentina : I will carry a BIG part of it with me .  After all, outside of (Dawson and Montreal) Canada, this has been the lone country that I have called home, even if I lived in Vietnam-Da Phils for a 4 year stint a decade ago.  Call it the emotional investment of learning the local language, the immensely strong culture, living a family lifestyle, having good friends…. Hence, all things considered, it definitely feels like a “see you later, Carajo!” As opposed to a “Adios Carajo!”.

I hedged my Trump bet.  Kind of a shame to not let ride my biggest single bet ever (21k CAD$), but I feel that the “Puerto Rico” racial incident at the Madison Square will be too much of a big hurdle to surmount, even for Trump.  Well, at least it no longer makes him the clear favourite…. Given that the line in the betting markets is accrediting a 60%+ chance of being elected, I booked Harris @ 2.3x for 13k.  Disappointing, as the line went from 2.7x to 2.4x in the span of 12h, during which I had decided to hedge @ 2.7x, only to see it drop at 2.6x, gave it some thought, and then it tumbled even further down…. Sigh and a thousand times sigh!!!  But such has been my incredibly tilting run bad over the past 2 years on the felt, in the betting markets and with my ex…. At least the crypto and gold run have been there to soothe things out, you know .

So not much lined up for my last days in these parts, outside of the usual online grinding, MMA, drinking mate (tea) with my friends in the afternoon and some live music next weekend.

So great to hit a little upswing and crazy to what extent it has changed my frame of mind yo .  Just a few days and suddenly this positive variance gives you the impression that it will extend itself until the end of times, you know .  Joking aside, momentum is indeed a thing in most/almost all competitions, no matter what the debunked hot hand fallacy tries to sell you!!!  Especially in poker.  Sure the variance in this game is for the truly sickos and one only needs to investigate a variance calculator to contemplate how absurd running in the bottom 1 percentile gets - or just play 10 million+ hands and you will get to experience the best and worst of it  -, but compounded by this, is the (delusional) confidence that one feels invincible when sunrunning, or completely broken/shattered/insecure as fuck when stuck into the abyss for months on end...  Anyhow, I hope this little run good persists and overflows into the virtual realm of Sao Paulo and Prague yo .

 

+11.8k in 27h online this week

Spoiler

I ended up completely hedging my USA election, so I am thus freerolling Kamala for 1k.  Having a freeroll is obviously not something to frown upon, but the past week (Madison Square Garden incident) turned out to be costly in terms of EV ; having tens of thousands locked up for this bet for months, cost me in terms of lost opportunities when my low liquidity was preventing me from investing heavier on a winning bet (Pereira) and potentially solid ones (the over on the Cavs and the under on the Raps in the NBA this season), so it has been quite the unfortunate turn of events .

 

[Dubnjoy000]

Work, work, work, FUCKING WORK!!!

Oh la la, la la, la la, relationships are so much fracking work .  “So you wanted to date a Latina”  ironically mentioned my buddy yesterday, (correctly) stipulating that it was I who had chosen to deliberately engage this (emotional) mess .  And yes, Latinas are FRACKING INTENSE : the magnitude of a thousand and one Hiroshima explosions, to be precise.  And this is coming from a Quebecois lad that has dated plenty of passionate French ladies, imagine….  Three of the previous women that I have fallen for in the span of the past decade, have been a Mexican, a Paraguayan and a Peruvian, all more feverish than the last one and also quite emotionally unstable, might I add .

“So you wanna spend every moment of your life like it is the last one!?!?!” , an opening Headline would proclaim on the profile of a gorgeous lady on a dating site, “Just date me" .

Ironically, my 2 good Argentino buddies are searching for non-Latina more stoic women ; both are simply fed up with the exuberant ways of the Latina women.  And me…. Well, I like a sensitive woman with personality, fire and spark, so part of me is 4ever doomed, no .

So anyhow, I am not sure if I will be meeting up with C in Sao Paulo - probably in the 30-70% territory at this point.  God damn, that woman was just too fracking perfect to be true!!!  And indeed, it turns out she suffers from a great deal of anxiety (and is medicated), which would be fine in itself, given that she is self-conscious/willing to take yoga classes/put in the inner work, but alas and three trillion and one times alas!!!, it turns out that her insecurities are mainly directed towards her partner . Edit :

Spoiler

The storm has passed and we are working things out ; oh la la la la la la 

Nonetheless, if she does not come to Brazil, I will have the leisure of grinding a couple of PLO events (4 card and 5 card), which would greatly affect positively my EV yo cool : https://bsop.com.br/5-bsop-millions-2024/

[Dubnjoy000]

So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish

Boabet.  Or so is the name the Snake/Beast that has forever swallowed up Unibet is naming itself .  If hedging all my Trump bet (21k) and betting an extra 2k on Kamala wasn't enough of a hit, I woke up today to the new virtual reality of having to grind a mere 4 tables on this site that has given me so much in the past .  Yup, it has been a terrible year professionally.  But as an ode to the good ole times spent on Unibet, here are some highlights of what once was :

- Personal achievements : you folks remember the days where one would accumulate enough XP points and then be granted a free Unibet Open package???t - I believe the requirement was 1 250 000 pts, if memory serves me right...  Anyhow, I  binked it in just under 3 weeks once (19 or 20 days) and 23 days another time .  They would also make you a customized Avatar passed 1.5 million pts (I believe...) and got 2 cool as fuck Alex Grey/Brian Froud inspired dudes created (that I still have today), but then they stopped offering to do so after they noticed that I crossed the threshold easily every fracking quarterly .

- Speaking of the Unibet Open AKA the God damn most fun poker series ever held - am not kidding, it easily beats all of the WSOP, WPT, Aussie Millions, EPT, APT, CAP of the world yo!!! -, I was very happy to assist the ones held in Bucharest, Dublin, Paris and Sinaia.  Bucharest was actually my first Hendon Mob score documented - Dawson City did not send it's cashes to Hendon Mob at the time, so depite having over 100k live and 250k online, I remained Hendon Mobless for the longest time  until that 18th place finish QQ < AA, CO vs SB 50bbs effective cooler bustout in Bucharest yo!!!  And I actually finished  a small winner in each of those series by cashing the Main Event in all destinations minus Dublin, where I instead binked a last minute/unscheduled 220 Progressive Bounty yo .

- When the UO moved online during the pandemic, I also cashed it twice and final tabled bubbled it (10th) when my AA < 77 AIPF 17bbs effective ; winning that pot would of put me 3rd in chips with a solid chance at that fleeting 6 digit CAD$ score that I am still nowadays chasing .

- I still proudly wear my Bucharest Unibet hoodie to this day - even if I hate/refuse to wear any other poker related gear -, as I truly believed that the formula of a rec friendly site managed by ex professional players was/is the way to go .  The Playground in Montreal ran by that same exact formula, but has since, alas, fallen prey to the standard short term vision of the money-grabbing philosophy since then .  As far as Unibet/Boabet new management/direction, only time will tell...

Peace

[Nestabear]

Thanx Bruv 

[Aan191]

On 30/10/2024 at 02:52, Dubnjoy000 said:

Fight(s) : Roundabouts

Monday afternoon : I am back in San Isidro after an intense as fuck stint in Rosario.  Intense on and off the table, that is ; if the former was exhaustively described in previous posts, the latter has been due to having issues with C. She is riddled with jealousy.  Alas and a Gazzilion times alas , I am not sure where our relationship will go - and if we still have one, for that matter… -, but in the meantime, I have a couple of weeks left in Argentina before going to BSOP Sao Paolo, AKA the biggest tournaments ever held in LATAM.  So two weeks to spend time with my buddies, to donate my material items here.  And to attend classes of MMA.

Speaking of which, it is probably a bit redundant to insist on this following point, but I have been quite passionate about the practice of mix martial arts.  Like can oftentimes be the case.  But in my occurrence, I am no longer in my 20's, so my form of zeal is more of the (somewhat) attenuated type, as opposed to a full-on fanatism like the one that once inhibited me for the game of poker a good odd 15 years, you know .  Regardless, I would be curious to get into the Hexagon for an official fight.  The chances of this ever happening are probably on the slimmer side of the equation and I would need to train for a year+ in order to envision ever doing so (especially in jiu jitsu), but the thought has been seducing lately.  To add it to my life experiences.  To see where I stand vs an opponent that is 100% out to get me (as opposed to 60-80% like in training).  To unleash the beast tucked inside of me.

Of course, the odds of this challenge ever coming to daylight are probably under 25%, but will nonetheless propel my training moving forward yo .   In a vacuum, the training itself does wonders for my health, body, psyche etcetera and etc., but having this goal in mind will also aliment a certain driving force yo .

Tuesday evening : So I stepped back into my dojo for the first time since May.  I had kept up my training (for about 3-4h weekly), but was mainly doing so in gyms, using light (1-2kgs) Dumbbells while practicing fighting simulations or while using a boxing bag at my folks place.  What I had not done in a while, was test myself vs opponents.

There was 4 of us today and we rotated in order to square off for 2 rounds vs every single rival ; there was an experienced fighter, technically more sound than I am and probably punches as hard as I do - we were going at it 100%, which was fucking great, as peeps are usually WAY more nonchalant/soft on their opponents.  He definitely whacked me HARD AS FUCK in the face quite a few times, to the extent that I was becoming reticent to approach him, fearing the punishment...  That being said, I also got him pretty good a few times and put on a good fight, even if he was the clear winner yo .

There was a new fellow that definitely had some fight in him, a neverending burst of energy, a strong determination and was feisty as fuck.  He was in his early 20s and severely outclassed me in terms of energy levels - I was fracking dead   -, but his technique was just not great and I basically did whatever I wanted with him, pounced at ease and even launched a few fury of stormy attacks that he simply had no answers for.

And then there was the third fellow, in his early 30s, with years of experience, but a terrible fighter at distance and in fact always tried to get inside.  I ostensibly outperformed him in our first bout, but in our second one (and our last round all together), I was completed gassed, couldn't sufficiently keep him at bay with my jab/hooks, so he did manag to get inside where a fracking myriads of uppercuts and hooks were viciously handed out equally by both of us : we were SWINGING like mama-frackers, going for the knockout yo .  The bell did go off though just as we were storming each other, so we hugged it out, congratulated the other in this crazy as fuck sparring rampage .

 

+200 in 9h online this week

 Wow.

great read!