Finally had a decent session tonight where I was playing well and making solid hands. My hand reading has improved with all the time I’ve been putting in and I also managed to pick up on a solid tell, tonight. Again, I sat at a table with the regular who had his mucked hand returned to play in the Worst…Dealer…Ever entry. Every time we’d get to the river and he wanted to take a stab at the pot with no hand, he’d put his bet out farther than normal and then start to turn his hand up. I watched as he did this five or six times and whenever he was raised he’d instantly fold his hand. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to capitalize on it during this session, but I certainly will in the future.

In general, the poker career is suffering. Over the past couple of weeks, I fell victim to the double-edged sword of the grinder. I had a lot of people come through town during that time leading to a very limited number of poker sessions. That time away from the felt meant that I wasn’t making money playing and was instead spending money since there was a lot of ‘going out’ involved. Not that I would take playing over the amazing times I had during those weeks, but it does serve as a reminder as to the drawbacks of relying on a pastime for a paycheck.