- Just say no to condemnation.
- Just say no to strife.
- Just say no to bitterness.
-Just say no to envy.
- Just say no to un-forgiveness.
- Just say no to defeat.
-Just say no to turmoil.
- Just say no to anger.
- Just say no…
- Just say no to Jealousy.
- Just say no to Satan.
- Just say no to bondage.
- Just say no to captivity.
- Just say no to doubt.
- Just say no to fear.
- Just say no to failure.
- Just say no to regret.
- Just say no to toxic individuals. Just say no.
- Just say no to bad influences.
- Just say no to division and dissension.
- Just say no to worry.
- Just say no to anxiety.
- Just say no to drugs.
- Just say no to cancer.
- Just say no to hate.
- Just say no to insecurities.
- Just say no to contentment.
- Just say no to pride.
- Just say no to negative thoughts.
- Just say no to closed mindedness.
- Just say no to those defeating words, “I Cant’.”
- Just say no, say no, say no!
- Just say no to stress.
- Just say no to sickness.
- Just say no to weaknesses.
- Just say no to rejection.
- Just say no to lack.
- Just say no to the impossibilities.
- Just say no to the storms.
- Just say no to curses.
- Just say no to your enemies.
- Just say no to your bullies.
- Just say no to confusion.
- Just say no to destruction.
- Just say no to those three words, “I give up.”
- Just say no to depression.
- Just say no to impatience.
- Just say no to ignorance.
- Just say no to hurt and pain.
- Just say no, say no, say no!
The above comes from Jarrod Clark. Lately I have been swamped by pain and despair and depression and...
Well, not really, not really really. Except for the pain. I felt like a surfer who has been pulled deep down into the undertow and was struggling to get back to the surface. This is not my nature. This is not how I choose to live my life.
I choose to hang ten above the fray. I'm back. - JDW
I learn so much about myself by coaching others. More correctly, I remind myself about lessons long ago learned but too often ignored. A quality life is a habit.
If I don’t work out, I hear myself telling Kyle about the importance of daily exercise. I have lost ten pounds since I convinced the young man to push himself physically. I am so much more mindful since suggesting to Penny she calm herself by listening to the silence underneath the clamor. Of course, Alex teaches me something every day. We talked about writing and focus and focusing on writing. “You should publish a collection of all the hundreds of e-mails you have sent me,” he suggested helpfully.
Maybe I should.
I love recycling. Here’s one I have sent to him twice, the latest time after the 2011 WSOP. Where he ran so very bad.
I am – again – cleaning my office. Turns out my desktop is made of glass.
I have kicked up the process this time by getting rid of a couple of liquor boxes worth of my books. Including a few from my college days. Considering I graduated some 40 years ago and at one time lived in a 17-foot-long van, surprises even me I still have Political Philosophies Of The Western World. Heavy as a doorstop, too.
The irony of reducing clutter by donating Radical Simplicity is not lost on me. I just don’t think my 60″ flat screen TV will fit in a yurt.
However, Dan Price has written an outstanding little book that should be required reading for all you wannabe ballas, especially if you actually do win a big tournament.
“…My main focus all along has been to somehow dodge all those lassoes being thrown by that darn cowboy called life…I’m trying to ignore all the societal pressures that try to define who I’m supposed to be or what is deemed ‘successful.’” Price writes. “I’d like to just honor our sacred earth by becoming so small, so quiet, and so unsubstantial that the environment I inhabit feels barely a whisper of my miniscule existence…”
Like a book about poker strategy – keeping all of those – one does not have to adopt every concept, just absorb the gist of the philosophy. And adapt the information to your own game.
Price quotes Goethe: “To live within limits. To want one thing. Or a few things very much and love them dearly. Cling to them, survey them from every angle. Be one with them – that is what makes the poet, the artist, the human being.”
A wonderful woman…a dog or two…cable and a DVR come to mind. Those are my limits.
Still haven’t found the gift card I hid to wrap up for my wife last Christmas.
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I've been a foul mood lately, I admit it.
My suitcase looked like a mobile pharmacy. I had two bottles of painkillers, one envelope of blood pressure medicine, a few sheets of high-powered blood thinner, a vial of fish oil, some anti-cholesterol tablets and a whole galaxy of vitamins, E, D, C, calcium and senior multis.
I finally got the chance to meet – in person – my good friend and business partner, Alex “Assassinato” Fitzgerald.
During a break at the World Series Of Poker, I surprised him, walking up alongside in a Rio hallway. He initially veered away as I approached, as if John Lennon somehow recognized Mark Chapman before the shooting started.
I reached out my hand, he might’ve flinched. “Jack Welch,” I said.
His eyes expressed disbelief. “Dude, you’re huge.” Hard to respond to that.
“Really, you’re big as a bear. Jesus.”
“Good to meet you.” He was obviously in tournament mode, not absorbing much external stimulus.
“Those photos weren’t life-size,” I noted as I gave him – of all things – a bear hug.
Alex was sitting at Table 87. He’s been playing so very, very, very well. I thought I would rail him for the first time ever live. Couldn’t do it. Found myself getting sick to my stomach. Suppose he starts playing badly? Suppose I’m a jinx? I left. So, it was definitely not my fault he made his first boneheaded play of the WSOP and got knocked out. Not my fault.
Now feeling somehow released from potential jinx status, I returned for the next tourny. I found Alex in seat 3, nattily clad in a Sid Vicious t-shirt. I stood on the rail directly in front of him. Me, a “bear of a man” in a blue and white checked shirt, unfortunately high on the light-in-the-loafers scale. I stood there for a full five minutes without a glimmer of recognition from him.
Hell, my shirt even has epaulets.
His focus was somehow startling. I’d be scared to play with the man.
The first two days, I forgot I was carrying my camera. When the third day arrived, I remembered but didn’t pull it out.
I was interested somewhat in catching sight of certain TV poker celebrities, but they all seemed somehow washed out, less brilliant than when appearing on ESPN or Poker After Dark. In real life, the lighting is different. Daniel Negreanu was hamming it up for the crowd gathered around his table.
The only player I really wanted to interview was Phil Ivey and he is not here. I confirmed there is no truth to the rumor Jimmy Fricke is buying Howard Lederer’s share of Full Tilt. I would like to ask Howard when I might get my money back. And I would like to get Norm Chad’s autograph. Doesn’t everybody?
Saw my first mullet haircut today. Typically, on a normal day alone inside my own home, I am not as poorly clad as these vacationers at the Gold Coast. Here, I somehow manage to be overdressed in a clean pair of jeans and a crisp long-sleeved shirt.
I was initially surprised when I overheard every player in the hallway on his cellphone telling a bad beat story. Then I realized the tourny wasn’t on break.
When the break did start, it dawns on me, many of these MTTs have larger populations than the town I grew up in. The difficulty of winning a bracelet become much more concrete when you see the actual people who must be defeated. One man vs. an army.
No wonder this has become a young man’s game. My back hurts just looking at the chairs the players must sit in, hour after hour after hour.
Since the WSOP and the Rio generously saw fit to bestow upon me a press pass, I feel obliged to offer this observation – I never personally experienced a single problem. Thank you, Nolan Dalla.
Speaking of the Gold Coast. To be honest, I have stayed in worse places… a motel in Port Arthur, Texas, in 1990, comes to mind. I have a problem paying $12.99 daily for in-room Wi-Fi. A refrigerator can be had, if one can be found, for 15.99 weekly. There is no poker room. The cocktail waitresses are fully clothed. There aren’t even any “casino girls” hanging around. For those of you not in the know, a casino girl is a streetwalker who appreciates air-conditioning.
As for the Rio, it goes without saying it has a poker room or two. The press room at least has free Wi-Fi. The cocktail waitresses are wearing semi-see-through lace mini-dresses. More revealing than anything my wife might’ve worn back in the day to surprise me on our anniversary. Seriously, I have seen bigger bandannas.
I was once denied entry to a popular night spot because I was too old. And that was 20 years ago. So, please look elsewhere for info regarding the hot clubs in Sin City.
Truth be told, most of these places don’t even open their doors until my bedtime and most don’t start rockin’ until about the time of my first nocturnal bathroom visit.
Some candles only have one end.
Who am I kidding? I don’t want to go to a club that’ll let me in. How much fun would that be?
Then there are the shows. Nothing appealed to me but Wiz Khalifa at the Hard Rock and he’s been sold out for two weeks.
The Stratosphere beckons with BITE. “Topless Vampires. Classic Rock.” I am so over classic rock. But breasts? Their appeal continues.
I find myself playing video poker, instead of simply setting afire one $20 bill after another. An ATM, free drinks and video poker…what could possibly go wrong?
The whole week, I managed but one trip to the cashiers’ window.
So, I am walking through a big name casino, just passing by, I overhear some drunk pleading with an Asian woman with a skirt up to her hoohah. “Would you lick my ass for 300?” You had me at rim job….
More disappointing news from the WSOP. I have been here five days and no one has yet mistaken me for Patrick Antonius. Who, by the way, I never did see.
At dinner with Alex, Paul Varano and Faraz Jaka, I offer the following question, “Is winning a result or a procedure?” Hoping, of course, you can be a winner without an actual victory. That the way you compete and conduct yourself is a triumph in itself. To a man, they agreed I was probably full of crap. To be a winner, you have to win.
I leave town before the Main Event, feeling slightly overwhelmed. What a roller-coaster.
Ultimately, I decided this trip has been an exploration, a Beta test, for future visits. I know now what to expect next time, what to do next year. Proof once again, you can teach an old dog new tricks.
Next year, for example, I will bring more money.
Tomorrow’s supposed to be hotter.
Las Vegas is somebody’s idea of heaven and somebody else’s vision of hell. I am thinking they are both right. - JDW
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Got back from the World Series Of Poker at some incredibly early hour in the middle of the night.
As my wife watched the greeting by Hagrid, my 150-pound Caucasian Ovcharka, she said, “you two should get a room.” Hey, he’s my best friend.
I somehow managed to lose six pounds in seven days. Sin City as a fat camp. When you start charging me $17 for a burger, I stop eating. Of course, a $7 beer is no problem.
My complete report will follow in a couple days, as I manage to regain my equilibrium. Quite obviously, my candle only has one end.
Visiting Vegas itself – forget the WSOP – is like being dropped like a halogram in a virtual reality game: Call Of Booty.
Night becomes day, day becomes night. Answers are provided for questions unasked.
Then there are the three-outers, tournament after tournament after tournament.
“If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” – Friedrich Nietzsche
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Play freely.
As I began to study - the content is too valuable simply to read - The Mental Game Of Poker, I found my thoughts sounded like blurbs in a movie ad. "Dense, intense and worth the expense," came to mind. "Raises the bar so high for poker mindset books, other thinkers may not be able to clear it." "If it doesn't change your life, it will certainly change your game." Stuff like that. I am a life coach, a writer, a poker player and a collector of poker books. I have every poker mindset book ever written, Chauchan, Steffens, Schoonmaker come first to mind, but, with the help of Barry Carter, Jared Tendler has managed to surpass them all.
Sub-titled Proven Strategies For Improving Tilt Control, Confidence, Motivation, Coping With Variance, And More, Tendler's tome offers a low-cost opportunity to sit down with a great mind and focus on a specific issue.
Clients of the author - people like Dusty "Leatherass" Schmidt and Taylor "GreenPlastic" Caby offer personal anecdotes, explaining the actual tactics utilized and ensuing results.
There's more. Strewn throughout are bold-face notes.
You don't control how you run, so why focus on it? You're a shitty psychic and can't predict when it's going to turn around. All you can do is keep playing well.
(I especially recommend this book to all USA online players who are waiting for the game to return. Know this book, really know what it teaches, and you will be more profitable than you have dreamed.)
Here's an excerpt, a tiny sampling of the wisdom offered in The Mental Game Of Poker, which spoke volumes to me.
Illusion of Permanence
Confidence problems are created when you believe the illusion that the constantly changing aspects of poker somehow won’t change in the future. Believing the illusion that the constantly changing aspects of poker somehow won’t change in the future creates confidence problems. For example, when you’re running terribly, you assume it will never end. When you are running hot, it’s just a matter of time before you are playing up at Rail Heaven. In both scenarios, the illusion that what’s happening now continues indefinitely into the future fuels intense emotions. It’s as if you’ve pressed the repeat button on the present, or what you’re imagining in the present, and it just continues to play out that way in the future. A great run or a terrible run is assumed to continue, so your confidence artificially increases or decreases.
This is flawed because poker is a dynamic game that is constantly changing. For example, many internet players during the Moneymaker/PartyPoker days assumed the games would continue to be soft. They got complacent, stopped working on their game, and got lapped by players who worked harder. If you fail to keep up with the changing dynamics in the game, like them you also could end up out of the game.
Assuming your opponents won’t adjust is another example of this illusion. If you were getting destroyed by the same player over a good sample, you’d work hard to figure out why, so you could play better against them. You’re not going to give up and just passively keep showing up to get your ass handed to you. Yet that’s what you’re assuming your opponents are going to do. If you expect to keep destroying the same player and then they start beating you, you’ll just brush it off as variance without considering that they may now have an edge on you.
Here are some other flaws that create the illusion of permanence:
1. Expecting to always play your A-game.
Unconscious Competence is the only part of your skill set you can expect to show up by doing nothing other than sitting down at the table. Everything else is in the process of being learned and requires focus and thought to perform correctly. However, if you expect to play your A-game without putting in the energy at and away from the table, you’re signaling to your brain not to focus on the skills currently being learned. You believe your A-game is automatic, so you presume that all the skills being learned are automatic as well. By expecting to play your best, it’s practically guaranteed that you won’t.
Your A-game is a moving target. As you improve, your A-game also advances. Playing your best all the time is possible, though still difficult even if you consistently and aggressively work to improve your game. However, the players who tend to struggle with this flaw believe playing their A-game is something they can expect. So they show up at the table having done very little, if any, work on their game and expect their best to just show up.
2. Potential vs. Actual.
Your potential is what you believe you’re capable of achieving. Your actual skill or results is what you have already achieved. When players believe their potential is already proven, their confidence artificially increases because these imagined results produce feelings of confidence in a similar way as real results. Since these results haven’t been proven yet, it doesn’t take much to expose the truth. Even just one losing session is enough.
Until you have enough results, knowledge, and experience to prove that you have realized your potential, dial back your level of certainty and keep working.