Week before last, players were competing with one another on who could spend the most amount of time in the tank. It was like watching the grass grow. WTF? You have two cards, there is five on the board. The best five cards wins. Do you really need three fucking minutes to make a decision?
One of those nights where everyone was behaving like lives laid in the balance. Your first born and the woman you love are tied to the railroad tracks. A train is coming. You can only save one. Who do you save?
I punted my stack halfway through the night. By evenings end I was playing aggressively in an attempt to drive the action. In for $660, out for $660. Miserable fucking time. I could have learned how to read braille or paint like Leonardo Da Vinci in between hands.
Last week, I showed up carrying some anger from the workday. I made it clear by the way I was shoving my chips across the line that I was there to gamble. In for $1050, out with $885. How I walked out down only $165 is one of life's great mysteries. Not for a lack of trying, that is for sure.
Anyone else find themselves in similar situations at the poker table?
One of those nights where everyone was behaving like lives laid in the balance. Your first born and the woman you love are tied to the railroad tracks. A train is coming. You can only save one. Who do you save?
I punted my stack halfway through the night. By evenings end I was playing aggressively in an attempt to drive the action. In for $660, out for $660. Miserable fucking time. I could have learned how to read braille or paint like Leonardo Da Vinci in between hands.
Last week, I showed up carrying some anger from the workday. I made it clear by the way I was shoving my chips across the line that I was there to gamble. In for $1050, out with $885. How I walked out down only $165 is one of life's great mysteries. Not for a lack of trying, that is for sure.
Anyone else find themselves in similar situations at the poker table?
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