10:00 PM in my office. Practically breaking my AI tools cleaning up all my notes on my lessons. The Mariners play in the corner ⚾.
I am dog tired.
I heard the worst thing that can happen to a man is he gets old and realizes he got good at the wrong thing.
As I look at my notes, I thank God that's not me.
I didn't have the desire to be great some of these guys have. But I love the game. And it's been good to me. It's kept me working at it.
I still love playing online. I still love multitabling and playing our equivalent of speed chess. I still love getting better and better with my guys.
I'm lucky to still be doing this for a living.
I'm lucky to have students who pay me to research poker problems for them.
It's not an easy job, but no one ever told me it would be.
Do some laundry 🧺. Look up flights 🛫 I've got more travel coming up.
Turn on One FC. Sam-A, the legendary warrior, goes up against a young star in El-Jamari. It is one of the greatest fights I have ever seen in my life.
I would rather watch Muay Thai over MMA any day of the week. If you want to know why, watch this fight. This kind of effort is normal in this sport.
When you don't have much time off, you need something potent. One FC has that real kick.
And One FC MMA is excellent. You can't stall on the ground with wrestling. You get your fight purse reduced for inactivity. You're forced to advance your position at every moment.
Dzhabrailov vs. Mann is excellent. The boys use every MMA tool to go after each other.
Sleep. Not enough. Wake up. Sort of. Ketones. Espresso.
Talk to my girlfriend. Pet my cat. Get some kind of morning.
Read my Bible. I'm tired today. I need it.
“Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.” - Isaiah 41:10
Go to the gym. I forget my headphones, but some saint put on Tool, Disturbed, Stone Sour, Slipknot, and System Of A Down today. I'm in my happy place as I bench press.
My girlfriend is surprised I know every lyric. In high school, I started playing cards so I could buy more CDs. I saw dollar bills floating around and I wanted them. I wanted half the school to owe me $1 or $2.
I spent all that money on manga and metal albums. That's all I wanted to do every day. Play video games, listen to metal albums, and read Japanese comics.
But, of course, if you make anything your career, it's going to be hard work. I thought I'd lay around the house all day, play RPGs, and come out of my cave once in a while to play a live tournament. But it doesn't work that way.
Lift weights and head home. Eat lunch. Make a pot of coffee. Head into my cool and dark basement. Blast the Cleansing Of The Temple discography on Spotify. Now, I feel right.
Get back to what feels like 100 messages and emails. The business grind never stops.
Play some online cards. Multitable while the blast beats and pig squeels grind on.
I finish by shoving a combo draw and getting called by Ace high. I brick out. Touche sir.
Talk to my performance coach on the phone. I sort my act out. He points out how I need to get back to my roots. I'm always more centered when I study my Bible and trust God. He's right.
Go run some errands. Call my mother. Pick up some Powerball tickets for her. Come home and do some chores around the house. Eat some pita chips my girlfriend foolishly left in the kitchen.
Turn on MASN to catch the Orioles and Indians ⚾. Cameron Foster makes his big league pitching debut. Dude looks jacked up.
I'm so lucky I was playing EPTs at 21. I was too stupid to know what it all meant.
Back then, the "pros" did a great job of demystifying the higher stakes games. You saw a lot of terrible play.
Now, the players are actually good. You have to watch your ass.
Parker Messick is dealing ⚾ 🔥. Wow. This kid is going for the first Cleveland No Hitter since 1981. I didn't even know this was happening. This was just the only game that was on.
Damn...he loses it in the ninth inning. Would've been fun...
I need baseball ⚾ on. It doesn't feel like home without it.