To be, or not to be... online
Revved up engines creating deafening sounds, all the power in the universe reverberates from beneath your seat sending vibrating pulsations that start at your feet and climax near your fingertip which is driving all the action to and from the Logitech infrared mouse beneath your hand. Constant anticipation and reaction consumes your every thought, check raise, bet, bet, induce, raise fold, bet re-raise, these are the terms in constant rotation, like familiar faces on a merry-go-round that never stops until you have decided to end the game. This is online heads up poker.
Or, driving around in a battery powered golf-cart, sure the speed limit is 25 where we cruise, but safety and common sense dictate we only proceed at 10mph. The scenery is dull, perhaps even a bit annoying because it never changes, even regardless of a new location, it's so familiar it might as well be the same place entirely. One thought that is constantly returning to your fried-burned out mind is "I got dressed for this shit" All that fun, exciting shit from the first paragraph I did in my boxers and a tank top, ****!! - This is live poker.
I could not have picked two more opposing forms of poker, and this is partly to blame. Online I do play fixed limit, but I play heads up, mano A mano, fast pace, action packed. In the live arena I play Omaha hi/lo, or a fixed limit mix game, I am often the youngest person at the table by 20 years and I'm old enough to have a son in high school. So often what happens is I play one version for a few months, get mildly burned out and crave the other, repeat and start again where I left off. Problem now days is that online poker is a ghost town, and a dangerous one of US players. I can manage my way through Bovada
, or a Cake/Revolution skin that has decently supplied my withdraws in a timely 4-6 weeks, but it gets old really quick. I long for the days of not caring how much is too much to leave online, knowing that I am 48 hours removed from my own money is like a dream girl that keeps visiting me in my dreams and always bringing a friend. Only thing is, it's really a fantasy, it could be my reality but it requires at least a temporary residence in another country.
I have already started the process of a passport, and been looking at places in Rosarita Mexico
where my friends are already established. According to Google maps, I am 4 1/2 hours from the beaches of Rosarita, yesterday I traveled an hour of traffic to Casino Arizona where I waited an hour and twenty minutes to get a seat in a game (They do not take call-ins) as has always been the case, I always preferred a four hour relaxed drive to Las Vegas and stay 3-4 days to grind, than 2 hours/day drive time to play locally. Add in, that a bottle of water in a AZ poker room costs $1 and my fried rice with filet was $13.50 yesterday at the poker room..
Like so many professional grinders I have had to seriously consider re-location, it was not an option a right after Black Friday as my sons were still in middle school. Now they are both in high school and the oldest in his senior year. While I cannot live full time, I think Mexico could be my new Vegas, long weekends and summers in Mexico does not sound too bad, hopefully the money playing online makes it worth the effort. At the very least it should provide some interesting trip reports and details on the Mexi-American poker grinding life.