Failproof method I use to tilt myself;
a) Register for some crappy $10 tourney.
b) Realise I'm not in the mood and would rather go watch clown pr0n or read a Mark Robinson article.
c) Decide that I'm just going to spaz-shove the next time I have any semblance of a backdoor anything.
d) Shove with some backdoor K-high crap, yelling ONE TIME.
e) Laugh hysterically as villain turns over some Q-high draw, giving me 70% equity or so. Of course villain hits.
f) Since I didn't really want to play any more, pretend like I'm ok with the outcome, which tilts me even more.
I think the real-life equivalent is something like getting dragged to a seedy club by your mates and immediately looking for any excuse to leave. Then as you've found one, you manage to get the number of a girl you fancy. Suddenly the night's looking up! Only at this point your mate leans over and whispers "Was that Kelly? You know she has the herp, right?". So now you're cursing you luck, only you don't want feel like a complete dickwad, so you pretend just for a moment that you're totally tolerant of Kelly's little problem, and then proceed to down 14 shots of Vodka in an effort to forget the night altogether.
Or something like that.
a) Register for some crappy $10 tourney.
b) Realise I'm not in the mood and would rather go watch clown pr0n or read a Mark Robinson article.
c) Decide that I'm just going to spaz-shove the next time I have any semblance of a backdoor anything.
d) Shove with some backdoor K-high crap, yelling ONE TIME.
e) Laugh hysterically as villain turns over some Q-high draw, giving me 70% equity or so. Of course villain hits.
f) Since I didn't really want to play any more, pretend like I'm ok with the outcome, which tilts me even more.
I think the real-life equivalent is something like getting dragged to a seedy club by your mates and immediately looking for any excuse to leave. Then as you've found one, you manage to get the number of a girl you fancy. Suddenly the night's looking up! Only at this point your mate leans over and whispers "Was that Kelly? You know she has the herp, right?". So now you're cursing you luck, only you don't want feel like a complete dickwad, so you pretend just for a moment that you're totally tolerant of Kelly's little problem, and then proceed to down 14 shots of Vodka in an effort to forget the night altogether.
Or something like that.







