Saturday 3 August 2013

I didn't lose. not by much anyway. But having had my mistakes pointed out. It does make me think a little about my game, my plays, my bluffs and my body language and how bad i am at them. Especially under the influence of a little alcohol.

Many a times i have hoped life to be a little more like poker. To have a set of rules of engagement, to raise when you are confident of winning. And to fold when you know you are beat. A book somewhere that you can read about all these rules, and its variations in play and how to perfect your game. Then today i realised, i don't know the game i thought i knew. And maybe that's why life isn't that different from poker really. The rules are there, but they are more than elastic. And there are people who'd tell you what to do, and people who'd call your bluff, and people who'd fold under pressure, and there are the people who'd tell you how to improve by pointing out your mistakes and the obviousness of your play. And hopefully it's here i improve. I didn't lose. but it counts as a loss in my book.

Maybe I'm just a little autistic.

The good:
Improvement in timing of bluffs
Improving play with weaker hands

The bad:
Obvious body language and tics
Could not resist showing a winning bluff
Bluffing too much
playing loose from a winning position
drinking beer while playing poker

To be improved further:
positional play. Pre-flop and post-flop

Its been a long day. but somehow this bad plays are troubling my sleep.