Cry Havoc...

Today's my short day... but it won't be short enough. Some of us are making another trip right after work to Wheeling Island. Chris, Laura, Teresa, and I are going together, and I believe Vince and Theresa will be joining us as well, a bit later. So the NDPT will be well represented in West Virginia's northern panhandle this evening. This will be my first trip back since they've added full casino gaming tables. I'm curious to see the whole setup, the "limits" the whole atmosphere. My time, or least I intend to spend my time primarily in the poker room. More so than usual I want to actually play the game. Some of the observations I've made lately I've formed strategies for, or more correctly borrowed them from the masters of the game. Can you plagiarize an idea!? If so, then I guess I have.

When the others at the table look across at me I want them to see only this. I want to be robotic, and fall into that perfect rhythm which happens only when you fully embrace it and become a part of the game you are playing. Aside from all that, I want to play each hand the way it should be played, the perfect play at the perfect time. Be the player that you know that you can.
Okay so enough with all the metaphysical bullshit. It's Friday, lighten the frack up right!?!

I played last night in the Pokerspace UltimateBet freeroll. Unfortunately when there were about 50-ish players left, I had to go pick up Whit and JoJo from their school dance. Needless to say with blinds at the 200/400 mark, well it was only a matter of time. I finally was blinded out in 25th place. No payout whatsoever. BUT, again, I'm tending to go deep into tournaments. I'm watching the douchebags who accumulate early stacks just absolutely piss 'em away. I'm crediting that with making great decisions throughout my game. Bumping it from position with or without cards. Playing strong with strong cards. Make 'em pay, watch for the guy who keeps raising all the time, and then waiting for a monster hand, and smooth call in front of him and wait to get paid by his pushy stupidity.

If you can't tell, I'm on a mission. There are no guarantees but right now, I've activated the voice of the "id" in my head that's gonna convince me that I can eat lightning and crap thunder. I will inflict and deflect. I will as in the words of Shakespeare's Julius Caesar, "Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!" BUT, despite the outward appearance I will remain calm, and recall my recent studies of calm and harmony... and yes, remain at one with self... ZEN.

May our trip be both enjoyable and profitable. I'm not feeling lucky, I'm not due, I'm not anything but prepared and ready to capitalize on the moment for as many of them as there are to be had! And what more is there really. "'Luck' favors the prepared mind!"

Regards,
cheer_dad