Have y'ever played to exhaustion?
Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2014 10:41 am
I got tired and quit this morning. I was in the middle of a "tear". I bought in with $500 at ~0400 in the morning. I was alone at the table. I'd just woke up and come down to the table; no alarm prompted me or nuthin'...
I thought I'd tiptoe into my session and started off $5 PL w/ $25 Odds, and $54 Across. The whole session went like this-- six or ten box numbers and out, except for one PSO and two 15+ roll hands. I got paid once on the All-Talls for $2, but couldn't hit a 4 to finish out the ATS (for 2-1-2). I had 4 or 5 chances at it, too.
Up and down, until I was ~$200 ahead. (They weren't all $54 Across; several times I played $150 Across with a 2x regression.) When I hit the $200 Up, I decided to play a variation of MP's $204 Across with the "winnings" with a goal of duplicating my betting strategy at the "$200" limit until I couldn't be 'dependable'. That next single hand was worth ~$320.
The stick changed. I got cold feet and regressed to $54 Across, and reduced my Odds to 5x. I made the point immediately. Then I PSO'd; it wasn't a case of psyching myself out I don't think. I was ready to tear up the table again, I just short-rolled a 7.
I wanted to try the $204 bet again, but I just didn't feel good mentally or physically anymore. That PSO took the starch out of my resolve; especially since I missed the wall. Maybe it was too early. I got off the table up $560 and went home. Home is just over an hour's drive away, and I had to pull over 40 miles from the casino for a nap. That's the first time that's ever happened.
Evaluating the session, it was one of my best dice-throwing sessions ever. I started slowly, but as I handled the dice more and more, it seemed I was keeping them more on axis than ever before--kind of like how my practice-throwing goes at home. I wanted to press the situation, but I'd been at the table for almost exactly an hour, and I'd doubled my money. Fatigue said get off the table, but there was a nagging sensation that the epiphany (or whatever it was) that brought so many on-axis rolls should have been exploited. Just thinking as I write this, though--that nap was a real revelation. I didn't know I was that tired. I guess I did the right thing.
When you're hot and you're "sure of it", have you ever quit because of fatigue? or is it time for a double espresso and/or a sugar fix?
I thought I'd tiptoe into my session and started off $5 PL w/ $25 Odds, and $54 Across. The whole session went like this-- six or ten box numbers and out, except for one PSO and two 15+ roll hands. I got paid once on the All-Talls for $2, but couldn't hit a 4 to finish out the ATS (for 2-1-2). I had 4 or 5 chances at it, too.
Up and down, until I was ~$200 ahead. (They weren't all $54 Across; several times I played $150 Across with a 2x regression.) When I hit the $200 Up, I decided to play a variation of MP's $204 Across with the "winnings" with a goal of duplicating my betting strategy at the "$200" limit until I couldn't be 'dependable'. That next single hand was worth ~$320.
The stick changed. I got cold feet and regressed to $54 Across, and reduced my Odds to 5x. I made the point immediately. Then I PSO'd; it wasn't a case of psyching myself out I don't think. I was ready to tear up the table again, I just short-rolled a 7.
I wanted to try the $204 bet again, but I just didn't feel good mentally or physically anymore. That PSO took the starch out of my resolve; especially since I missed the wall. Maybe it was too early. I got off the table up $560 and went home. Home is just over an hour's drive away, and I had to pull over 40 miles from the casino for a nap. That's the first time that's ever happened.
Evaluating the session, it was one of my best dice-throwing sessions ever. I started slowly, but as I handled the dice more and more, it seemed I was keeping them more on axis than ever before--kind of like how my practice-throwing goes at home. I wanted to press the situation, but I'd been at the table for almost exactly an hour, and I'd doubled my money. Fatigue said get off the table, but there was a nagging sensation that the epiphany (or whatever it was) that brought so many on-axis rolls should have been exploited. Just thinking as I write this, though--that nap was a real revelation. I didn't know I was that tired. I guess I did the right thing.
When you're hot and you're "sure of it", have you ever quit because of fatigue? or is it time for a double espresso and/or a sugar fix?