The Poker Bus

A Day in the Life of a Donk

On a glorious Sunday morning somewhere in central Indiana I awoke today. It was a bitch waking up early (11 AM). I spent 3 hours the previous night winning back the money that I had lost in 15 minutes playing $1/$2 Shorthanded Limit Hold ‘em on Pokerstars. I finally ended up about +10 dollars and several FPP points. Pokerstars was the real winner last night.
Incase you can’t tell by now. I’m a degenerate. I once lost the only $50 dollars I had online in one of blackjack. I am a smarter neverheeb who is worse at poker and better at bankroll management. I post occasionally on Neverwinpoker.com (occasionally as in 6,000 posts per year so far). I have several friends in real life who I neglect do to this website and Pokerstars. In fact I should do fun things more often. Yet it seems like I’d rather spend time with my best neverwinpoker friends, a southerner who rarely says things to me other than “SFO” yet who I like very much, a very nice Canadian who gives me money, a father of two from California who I converse with about different strategies of “pwning” people on the forum, and last but not least, an asian man who I discuss the complexities of life with. I believe you know him already, Harold H. Wong.
So why do I go about this degenerative state? I don’t know. A modern day addict (yet again not of heeb-like standards), who enjoys attempting to make strangers laugh, yet usually fails miserable. My poker game will most likely lead to my destruction, yet…I don’t feel like doing anything else.
I’m here to complain to you. At times my donkness will be good, at times bad, but at all times will shock you.

Tonights example:
I was to the right of the dealer in a different session of the game on Pokerstars mentioned earlier. I got dealt Jd7d. UTG raises, next guy folds, next guy raises, I cold call (obviously J7 suited is +ev), SB folds, BB calls.

The Flop:
8dTd7c

Well this is basically right where I wanted to be, because I’m a donk. I end up being the first to bet and I get raised, I simply call, even though I know I’m owning here. There are 3 of us left in the hand now.

The Turn:
Kd

I smile to myself at how much I own and raise the raiser to make it 6 dollars from everyone into the pot.

The River:
As

Did this hurt me? No, I get their money, only $4 each this time and of course my J7 suited takes down the rather large pot for 1/2. I was +25 at this point and ended up the session +5.75 after 147 hands. NOT TOO SHABBY.

So come back next time for tales of a donk, trying to figure out why he’s here.