For Session 183, we went 3 for 3 on the Max Rolls for +$1,150 with some rough Power Pressing for -$480 to finish a respectable +$675 Overall that will be donated to the Suicide Awareness/ Prevention Foundation. On September 25, 2018, my mom called me late at night to let me know that my best friend growing up, Robby Podowski, had taken his own life. He left no note or details. This news put me into a deep depressive cycle. Why would one of the toughest men I've ever known do something I felt was so selfish, and even cowardly, as it was totally against his nature? Robby has a lot of significance to me because he was my closest childhood friend, basically a brother. I was a Pitcher in baseball, Robby was the Catcher. I was the Point Guard in basketball, Robby was the Center. I was the Running Back in football, Robby was the Center. I was the Goalie in soccer, Robby was the Sweeper and key defender. Robby and I also always had the type of friendship where we could be brutally direct and honest because we knew how the other one would take any advice or criticism. This probably stemmed from being close teammates so long. Robby's Dad was the coach of pretty much every sports team on which I played during my formative years. He was always "Coach P" to us, and someone that I still consider my second Dad. Coach P became tough as nails growing up in the streets of Chicago, so it's not surprising how tough Robby was. Exactly one year ago today, December 19, 2023, I was trying to get out of the Intensive Care Unit of Northwestern University Hospital in Chicago, dealing with life-threatening pneumonia as well as other serious ailments that were starting to complicate things. On this particular day, my kidneys failed. At the time, I was alone and hyper-focused on simply trying to make it back to Arizona in time for Christmas with my kids, so this was an extremely difficult mental blow as the Doctors were pretty sure that I would be admitted into the hospital well into the New Year and probably need dialysis. I knew that in order for me to make it home, I had to convince the Doctors that I was healthy enough to independently make it on a plane and home. I faked A LOT. When kidneys fail, you're severely deprived of liquids in order to give the kidneys a break and allow them to potentially recover. Often, dialysis is required, which is brutal. However, liquid deprivation is initial treatment which can often be even more brutal, as you're literally killing yourself to try to live. At the time I was really struggling but working hard to act strong in front of the Doctors to convince them that I could make it home. However, kidney failure was something I obviously couldn't hide as the test numbers didn't lie. 22 hours into no liquids, I had an extremely vivid dream in which Robby appeared and told me, "If you want to see your kids again, you need to try harder, Dan." From my perspective, I was trying my hardest and enduring ridiculous amounts of pain, while not letting the Doctors have any clue. I couldn't imagine what more I could endure. Robby told me a few more very personal things in the dream when suddenly I was abruptly awakened by a first-year nurse, Cynthia, for my 20th blood draw of the day. She wasn't really known for her bedside manner and had been my primary nurse for the past few days during which she commented several times that I had a seemingly extremely high pain tolerance as I been gone off of all pain killers for several days (part of my "strategy" to convince the Doctors I was healthy enough to be released) and never reacted to any of the painful procedures they were constantly administering. At that moment, I broke down for the first time during my entire stay. She asked what was wrong, and I said that I was actually in A LOT of pain felt like I was dying and worried that I'd never see my kids again. Cynthia was exactly the type of nurse I needed at the time as she very directly stated, "If you want to see your kids again, you need to try harder, Daniel." She basically verbatim restated what Robby had just told me in my dream. From that point on, I went "David Goggins mode". Within 12 hours, everything in my body that had been failing started to miraculously recover, exceeding all of the Doctors' expectations. I was discharged on 12/23/23 and made it home to see my kids in time for Christmas. By all counts, it was a miracle in my eyes. Today, December 19, 2024, Robby Podowski would have been 52 years-old. He's deeply missed by his family and friends. I became evident that Robby took his own life due to undiagnosed and untreated depression, some of which may have stemmed from CTE-associated effects from concussions suffered playing the sports we both loved. He's a testament to the importance of mental health awareness, so all proceeds from this Session will be donated to the Suicide Awareness and Prevention Foundation in Robert J. Podowski's memory. Rest in Peace, brother!
Immediately before watching this video, I was chatting with the SAMHSA suicide & crisis chat. I have been suicidal for 65+ years. "Each and every time that humans speak, our thoughts are simultaneously BROADCAST in a much richer way than can be fit into words." Learn the language of our newborns and you learn to care about each other just as you care about yourselves.
I have known several people who have taken their lives while in what appeared to be the apex of life. Unfortunately they never had a wake up call and chose the path that leaves their friends and loved ones in disbelief with so many unanswered questions. I suppose their gift is to leave that mark on their surviving friends and family to never forget, life is precious and should never be taken for granted.
When you chose to accept and learn verbal language, you made a choice that you still do not comprehend. It has seperated you from more loved ones than it has brought you. I simply remember before being taught verbal language, mama and dada. We would all be better off, if we were not dependent upon sound to communicate. Learn the language of our newborns and you learn to care about each other just as you care about yourselves.
What i can suggest - its clear that you earn only from big bets when you wait your 10’ and clearly you loose playing along till you reach the point. Just bet 1 dollar bets where ever till you get your 10’ns you will profit more at the end of the day. As a lot you dump till 10 rolls out
@mikekaz3236 if turns out those one roll losing Horn Bets on every roll really add up and significantly negatively impact the net Winnings. With that said, Crapsless would have provided the largest net win followed by Max Bets with minimal Horn Bets, followed by the larger Horn Bets.
For Session 183, we went 3 for 3 on the Max Rolls for +$1,150 with some rough Power Pressing for -$480 to finish a respectable +$675 Overall that will be donated to the Suicide Awareness/ Prevention Foundation.
On September 25, 2018, my mom called me late at night to let me know that my best friend growing up, Robby Podowski, had taken his own life. He left no note or details. This news put me into a deep depressive cycle. Why would one of the toughest men I've ever known do something I felt was so selfish, and even cowardly, as it was totally against his nature?
Robby has a lot of significance to me because he was my closest childhood friend, basically a brother. I was a Pitcher in baseball, Robby was the Catcher. I was the Point Guard in basketball, Robby was the Center. I was the Running Back in football, Robby was the Center. I was the Goalie in soccer, Robby was the Sweeper and key defender. Robby and I also always had the type of friendship where we could be brutally direct and honest because we knew how the other one would take any advice or criticism. This probably stemmed from being close teammates so long.
Robby's Dad was the coach of pretty much every sports team on which I played during my formative years. He was always "Coach P" to us, and someone that I still consider my second Dad. Coach P became tough as nails growing up in the streets of Chicago, so it's not surprising how tough Robby was.
Exactly one year ago today, December 19, 2023, I was trying to get out of the Intensive Care Unit of Northwestern University Hospital in Chicago, dealing with life-threatening pneumonia as well as other serious ailments that were starting to complicate things. On this particular day, my kidneys failed. At the time, I was alone and hyper-focused on simply trying to make it back to Arizona in time for Christmas with my kids, so this was an extremely difficult mental blow as the Doctors were pretty sure that I would be admitted into the hospital well into the New Year and probably need dialysis. I knew that in order for me to make it home, I had to convince the Doctors that I was healthy enough to independently make it on a plane and home. I faked A LOT.
When kidneys fail, you're severely deprived of liquids in order to give the kidneys a break and allow them to potentially recover. Often, dialysis is required, which is brutal. However, liquid deprivation is initial treatment which can often be even more brutal, as you're literally killing yourself to try to live. At the time I was really struggling but working hard to act strong in front of the Doctors to convince them that I could make it home. However, kidney failure was something I obviously couldn't hide as the test numbers didn't lie.
22 hours into no liquids, I had an extremely vivid dream in which Robby appeared and told me, "If you want to see your kids again, you need to try harder, Dan." From my perspective, I was trying my hardest and enduring ridiculous amounts of pain, while not letting the Doctors have any clue. I couldn't imagine what more I could endure. Robby told me a few more very personal things in the dream when suddenly I was abruptly awakened by a first-year nurse, Cynthia, for my 20th blood draw of the day. She wasn't really known for her bedside manner and had been my primary nurse for the past few days during which she commented several times that I had a seemingly extremely high pain tolerance as I been gone off of all pain killers for several days (part of my "strategy" to convince the Doctors I was healthy enough to be released) and never reacted to any of the painful procedures they were constantly administering. At that moment, I broke down for the first time during my entire stay. She asked what was wrong, and I said that I was actually in A LOT of pain felt like I was dying and worried that I'd never see my kids again. Cynthia was exactly the type of nurse I needed at the time as she very directly stated, "If you want to see your kids again, you need to try harder, Daniel." She basically verbatim restated what Robby had just told me in my dream. From that point on, I went "David Goggins mode". Within 12 hours, everything in my body that had been failing started to miraculously recover, exceeding all of the Doctors' expectations. I was discharged on 12/23/23 and made it home to see my kids in time for Christmas. By all counts, it was a miracle in my eyes.
Today, December 19, 2024, Robby Podowski would have been 52 years-old. He's deeply missed by his family and friends. I became evident that Robby took his own life due to undiagnosed and untreated depression, some of which may have stemmed from CTE-associated effects from concussions suffered playing the sports we both loved. He's a testament to the importance of mental health awareness, so all proceeds from this Session will be donated to the Suicide Awareness and Prevention Foundation in Robert J. Podowski's memory. Rest in Peace, brother!
R.I.P Robby and thanks for sharing this with us Doc. I hope you've made a strong recovery too!
Immediately before watching this video, I was chatting with the SAMHSA suicide & crisis chat.
I have been suicidal for 65+ years.
"Each and every time that humans speak, our thoughts are simultaneously BROADCAST in a much richer way than can be fit into words."
Learn the language of our newborns and you learn to care about each other just as you care about yourselves.
May his memory be a blessing ❤.
Good job Dr.
Sorry about your friend. Good session Doc.
I have known several people who have taken their lives while in what appeared to be the apex of life. Unfortunately they never had a wake up call and chose the path that leaves their friends and loved ones in disbelief with so many unanswered questions. I suppose their gift is to leave that mark on their surviving friends and family to never forget, life is precious and should never be taken for granted.
@@bam3051 💯
When you chose to accept and learn verbal language, you made a choice that you still do not comprehend.
It has seperated you from more loved ones than it has brought you.
I simply remember before being taught verbal language, mama and dada.
We would all be better off, if we were not dependent upon sound to communicate.
Learn the language of our newborns and you learn to care about each other just as you care about yourselves.
What i can suggest - its clear that you earn only from big bets when you wait your 10’ and clearly you loose playing along till you reach the point. Just bet 1 dollar bets where ever till you get your 10’ns you will profit more at the end of the day. As a lot you dump till 10 rolls out
@@martinsgrundmanis561 kind of like I played in this one? th-cam.com/video/eKJnoIQFfVQ/w-d-xo.htmlsi=jecx3rq0lOUxeudr
Power pressing is tricky
@@Ohcrapswithdavid 💯
I like the idea of equitable payout on a max bet. That 12 hurt you. Why not hop the horn for $25 each?
@mikekaz3236 if turns out those one roll losing Horn Bets on every roll really add up and significantly negatively impact the net Winnings. With that said, Crapsless would have provided the largest net win followed by Max Bets with minimal Horn Bets, followed by the larger Horn Bets.
What charity is it for?
@@stvballer198 Suicide Awareness Prevention Foundation.
i think you need to factor in nagging girlfriends. That would make a big diff. Love your content!
@JKSNsg 🤣💯 I could do several intros on that topic alone. The dating world is pretty toxic these days.