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I've just had one of those very disappointing weekends where nothing seemed to go right. On Friday, with fanciful dreams of a nice wee holiday in the Caribbean, I entered a couple of $7 Steps SNGs on Stars. In the first I finished fourth, winning $1.50. Not much to say about that one. In the second I finished 3rd, giving me another go at a Step 1, which I haven't played yet. On Saturday, after watching some live SNGs on PokerStrategy I decided to play some of $6.50 Turbos. Two bubbles and an 8th. After that I went back and played a regular $5.50 and finished 7th. Thoroughly peeved with SNGs, I played some shorthanded limit holdem $1/$2. I used to be OK at this game but you wouldn't know it now. Donked off about $50 there and then turned the computer off. Sunday comes around and I try another SNG. Bubbled. Pushed JJ into QQ. What can you do? Next up, the BritBloggerment at its new home on Full Tilt. It's now a Turbo and I didn't enjoy it one bit. I'm not a great fan of Turbo's generally but in what is meant to a friendly, chatty meet up, the Turbo format seems to get in the way and it degenerates into a shove fest too quickly. I'll probably not play it again. It was the monthly TMF $10 tournie next. We were down to the final five players. It's folded to the SB, who pushes into me with A9s. I call with my Aces and lose to a flush. I mean, for fuck's sake. An 88% preflop favourite, better than Aces versus Kings. I don't normally tilt, but that was the final straw. I fired up another $1/$2 limit table and donked off another $50 before I managed to regain control, turn the computer off and go to bed. I hate poker.
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