After another adventure at the Hawkins Tourney I came up empty handed (literally). I did however make some good plays I bluffed with AQo and took down a big pot. I made two obvious bad calls. I knew it after/during putting my chips in the pot. I analyzed the situation afterwards and tried to make some mental notes. But in the end my K7o did not get any better against Carl's (the eventual winner) AQo. (this is where the work in progress comes in) Apparently I was steaming after gettin knocked out. This may seem like a normal expected response for being knocked out of a tourney but in true Remeika fashion I guess I was wearing my emotions on my shoulders. I say "I guess" since in my mind I was trying to make a concious effort to be sportsman-like and respectfully walk away, but my wife informed me later it wasn't as it seemed. I know that my hand wasn't going to be the best, I was hoping that everyone was going to go away. Ashleys observation however of my reaction is completly different than what I felt I was putting out there. So on I go into the basement trying to pinpoint when it is that I go into that zone of Hyper-emotional and get all poopy-pants on everyone, so that I can figure out when I need to put myself back in check. Hell this time I hardly spoke out and I listend to music the majority of the time. It was quite nice and I'm sure for others also. I don't see myself (hope no one else does either) as a Mike "the Mouth" or a Phil Hellmuth, however it is no excuse if I respond in a way where people feel they have to walk on eggshells. I don't want to be "that guy" and I apologize to those that have to put up with me in those states while I get myself figured out.
p.s. thanks to anyone that has helped me realize when I'm being a dick. without your feedback i'm not going to get any better and I like havin fun with you guys.
Peace Out! Eh