I can't access pokertableratings from this country, but once upon a time I used to play a ton of penny-stakes poker. From 2NL to 25NL, I would put in at least 100,000 hands per month, and I am pretty sure that I maintained a consistent habit of it for at least 2 years, which doesn't count the amount of SNGs that I played before and during that period.
Once I tried to win $1,000 in a month at 2NL. I think I only managed to get $600 in that month. Needless to say, this was a period in my life when I had a lot of time on my hands--read no life--probably the summers during law school.
My microstakes strategy was as simple as it was condescending: set mine at 24 tables; overplay AA and KK; and trashtalk my opponents endlessly.
Anyhoo, one day I looked at my balance of $1,500 or so and figured that I would take a shot at $5/10 NL six-handed. The fact that I had only played full-ring before that moment didn't really factor into my decision-making process. Beer, however, did play a role. Fat Tire, I believe. So I bought in for $1,000 and strapped myself in.
I only recall two hands, and I remember only one player in that game. He sat one or two seats to my right and seemed to be raising about half of the time. In one hand, I raised a hand like AQ, he called from one of the blinds, and we saw a flop of Axx. He checked, I bet out, he raised, I reraised, and he folded.
Easy game, I thought.
Hand #2 happened a bit later. He raised from UTG, and I called from middle position with KQ of hearts.
The flop came something like Qc 6h 2h.
Please, I pleaded. I think I was praying. I never pray, but I think that my Please qualifies. For me, anyway.
He bet, I raised, he reraised, I shoved, and he called.
Turn was a heart, which naturally made my heart leap--Second nuts! I thought--and the river was a blank.
Villain showed Ah 9h, and two months of 2NL pennies slid his way.
. . . Did I mention that I was playing in a bar at the time?
Once I tried to win $1,000 in a month at 2NL. I think I only managed to get $600 in that month. Needless to say, this was a period in my life when I had a lot of time on my hands--read no life--probably the summers during law school.
My microstakes strategy was as simple as it was condescending: set mine at 24 tables; overplay AA and KK; and trashtalk my opponents endlessly.
Anyhoo, one day I looked at my balance of $1,500 or so and figured that I would take a shot at $5/10 NL six-handed. The fact that I had only played full-ring before that moment didn't really factor into my decision-making process. Beer, however, did play a role. Fat Tire, I believe. So I bought in for $1,000 and strapped myself in.
I only recall two hands, and I remember only one player in that game. He sat one or two seats to my right and seemed to be raising about half of the time. In one hand, I raised a hand like AQ, he called from one of the blinds, and we saw a flop of Axx. He checked, I bet out, he raised, I reraised, and he folded.
Easy game, I thought.
Hand #2 happened a bit later. He raised from UTG, and I called from middle position with KQ of hearts.
The flop came something like Qc 6h 2h.
Please, I pleaded. I think I was praying. I never pray, but I think that my Please qualifies. For me, anyway.
He bet, I raised, he reraised, I shoved, and he called.
Turn was a heart, which naturally made my heart leap--Second nuts! I thought--and the river was a blank.
Villain showed Ah 9h, and two months of 2NL pennies slid his way.
. . . Did I mention that I was playing in a bar at the time?
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